Chapter 33 The Runaway Xiaoqiang

After explaining the matter, Ms. Yang left the house.

Standing at Han Mengqi's door, Lu Zhou looked at the door key in his hand, thought for a while, and finally put the key in his pocket and reached out and knocked on the door.

Boom——

A soft muffled sound.

The door seemed to be smashed by something like a pillow.

"Go away! I warn you, if you dare to come in, I will call the police!"

what a bad girl...

Obviously the sound is pretty good.

Lu Zhou shrugged, without the slightest anger, he said through the door, "I don't care, no matter if you can't come out, my salary will be paid. But is this really good? Five hours is worth a thousand dollars. ."

But everyone will feel distressed when they hear a thousand dollars, right?

Lu Zhou tried to think in a different position, but he still underestimated the willfulness of the rich.

"Heh," came a cold snort from behind the door, Han Mengqi raised the volume and said in a nonchalant tone, "It's up to you, anyway, that woman has money, and how she likes to spend it is her business, you just let it go. She takes care of you."

that woman...

Listening to this tone, the estrangement between mother and daughter is really not that deep.

Standing at the door and waiting for a while, seeing that the little girl had no intention of opening the door at all, Lu Zhou didn't want to waste time, so he turned back to the study, and carried all the materials in the study to the living room.

He hasn't touched the knowledge in high school for a long time, but it is not difficult to pick it up with a glance. After all, he is also a college student in 985, a warrior who once killed a single-plank bridge from a thousand troops.

Sitting on the sofa, Lu Zhou glanced at the textbook, suddenly noticed the glass slag on the floor, and couldn't help frowning.

The old problem of obsessive-compulsive disorder has been made again.

With a sigh, he stood up and went to the broom he found in the bathroom to clean up the rubbish first.

However, just as he was about to put down the broom, a scream suddenly came from the room with the door closed.

"what--!"

Lu Zhou was startled, thinking that something had happened, he dropped the broom without saying a word, and rushed towards the room.

He took out the key and opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, a black unknown crawling object rushed towards his feet.

cockroach?

Lu Zhou subconsciously stomped it to death, continued to walk into the room, and hurriedly asked.

"What happened?"

Because the curtains were drawn, the light in the room was very dim.

It's hard to imagine that this is a girl's boudoir, and it's hard to imagine that such a room would exist in such a high-end apartment.

Because in a sense, the chaos here is comparable to their bedroom.

Books were piled randomly in the corner, piled up with things like dolls, the puffed food packaging bags were just thrown on the ground, and there were even a few potato chips left on the floor... No wonder Xiaoqiang came in to look for it. Food, this thing is the most sensitive to oil.

The long hair that was scattered was slightly messy, and a petite figure shrunk in the corner of the bed, holding the pillow tightly with both hands, shivering while hugging his knees. She was wearing loose pajamas and pajamas, her fair face was tensed tightly, and her lips were turning blue when bitten, and looking at her terrified face, it was as if she had run into a ghost.

"Dead, die..."

"die?"

"Are you dead?" Her mouth was trembling, and Han Mengqi looked under the bed tremblingly, looking like she didn't dare to come down after thinking about it.

Lu Zhou was stunned for a moment, then looked at his feet with a strange expression.

"You mean... cockroaches?"

Han Mengqi nodded nervously.

"Already dead, here it is." Lu Zhou sighed and pointed down with his finger.

I thought something was wrong, but I didn't expect it to be a bug.

It's not enough to step on it.

As for?

As soon as she heard that her natural enemy was dead, Han Mengqi breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body relaxed.

But soon, she stared at Lu Zhou like an enemy, took out her Apple phone, and said vigilantly: "Who, who let you in without authorization, get out, or... or I really call the police? -! Why did you suddenly turn on the light, you, you... rude person!"

The light that suddenly turned on stabbed Han Mengqi's eyes, causing her to subconsciously raise her arms to protect her eyes.

Lu Zhou ignored her, turned around and went to the bathroom to bring a broom back.

In addition to the packaging bags on the floor, as well as under the bed and the corners of the room, he cleaned them one by one.

In the end, I didn't know if I didn't clean it, and it was really shocking when I swept it.

Looking at the pile of rubbish swept out, Lu Zhou wiped the ashes from his forehead and couldn't help but complain: "There are so many snacks in the house, you are planning to raise Gu!"

After being said this, the girl sitting on the bed blushed and said angrily, "I want you to mind... nosy."

Lu Zhou glanced at her, then looked at the snacks in the box, and asked, "You eat these at noon?"

"..."

The girl snorted and said nothing.

Lu Zhou didn't say anything, he tied up the garbage bag, turned around and walked out the door, and took the door behind him.

Looking at the closed door, Han Mengqi was slightly surprised, and loosened her grip on the pillow. I didn't expect that the heartless mother, the tutor that she invited would "compromise" so quickly. Originally, she had planned to fight for a long time, but now she has a feeling that she has nowhere to go...

Back in the living room, Lu Zhou opened the high school mathematics textbooks and spread them out on the coffee table.

Not only the school's textbooks, but also teaching aids. The exam papers for the next month's exam are also in the pile of materials left by Ms. Yang. Also as Ms. Yang explained, her math scores are indeed not very good.

Even half of the 150-point test was not enough, and the highest one was barely 80 points.

This kind of score is not to mention a test, whether it is possible to go to undergraduate is a problem.

However, her Chinese grades are quite good. Lu Zhou looked at her composition and found that it was unexpectedly written. There is also English, no matter how high it is, but basically it is above 120 points. As for biochemical physics, it is hard to evaluate.

"What kind of science do you need to learn on this basis... You can save it by taking liberal arts directly."

Lu Zhou shook his head, picked up the pen from the table, and began to write and draw on A4 white paper.

High school mathematics is not difficult. Of course, the complex transformation of question types is not discussed here, but it is purely judged from the perspective of the amount of knowledge.

The knowledge points mentioned in a compulsory one, but a set and an elementary function, it takes about 40 class hours to talk about, and the knowledge points mentioned in an advanced mathematics class in college may be more than that.

This is also the reason why many people are among the best in their grades in high school, but go to college and feel uncomfortable. Because the teacher on the podium is not driving a train, but a rocket.

Han Mengqi's foundation is very poor, but in Lu Zhou's view, it is not that there is no room for salvation.

After all, exams are not competitions, they are all about the basics.

If you work hard on the basics, even if you can't take the test above 140, you can get all the "basic points" of 120, which is still a considerable score.

The four compulsory textbooks look scary when stacked, but the knowledge points involved are actually the same... At least for Lu Zhou who finished the entire book "Analytical Geometry" last night.

First of all, he will make an outline, summarizing all the knowledge points of the four compulsory 1452 books. Then, based on Han's previous exam results, she marked the knowledge that she had not mastered... Although these things should have been summed up by herself.

In short, no matter how bad the attitude of the "customer" is, Lu Zhou feels that since he has taken over the job, he is obliged to do it best.

Don't ask for anything else, at least worthy of the hourly salary of 200 yuan per hour. Even if he has no understanding of the tutoring market, he knows that this salary is definitely higher than the market average.

Just like that, time passed minute by minute.

At about half past five, Lu Zhou stretched his waist, stood up and moved his slightly sore shoulders.

Looking at the stack of neatly handwritten A4 papers on the coffee table, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a smile.

Although it was a bit troublesome at the beginning, when something was done, it was quite a sense of accomplishment when I looked back and looked at it again.

It's almost six o'clock.

With this achievement, today's part-time work can be considered a cross.

At this moment, there was a slight noise from the door not far away, and then a petite figure emerged from it.

Lu Zhou looked up and saw that her pajamas and pajamas had been replaced by a casual T-shirt and jeans, but her long hair was still messy.

And I don't know if it was his illusion, but she always felt that she looked more petite when she stood up than when she was huddled up on the bed.

Especially the small body that is like a plane geometry, can't see any ups and downs at all, and her cousin is completely opposite to the two extremes.

"Look, look at what I'm doing... I called the police."

Lu Zhou sighed: "Don't always threaten me with calling the police, okay? I didn't do anything. You must have a reason for calling the police. Disturbing the law and order requires detention. You must think clearly."

"..."

Made a little out of temper by Lu Zhou's calmness, Han Mengqi bit her lip and didn't speak, turned and rushed into the bathroom.

Looking at the closed door, Lu Zhou suddenly realized that he was in a hurry.

I said how could I be willing to go out.

After a while, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, and Han Mengqi, who had washed her face, walked out with a taut face.

When passing the living room, she suddenly noticed something on the coffee table, she couldn't help but froze for a moment, and frowned, "What is this?"

"You can't remember your own textbooks? How long have you not touched a book?"

"...It's up to you." Looking at the thick A4 paper, Han Mengqi muttered in a low voice, turned her head and walked to the kitchen, "I'm hungry, you can do whatever you want."

"You. Mom is coming back soon, don't you wait for her to eat together?" Leaning on the sofa, Lu Zhou looked at Han Mengqi's back and said seriously, "I think since we are a family, we should sit and eat together. Better."

Looking back, Han Mengqi smiled coldly.

That smile really didn't look like the expression on a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old's face.

"Wait for her? Didn't she send you a message?"