Chapter 342: Campus Scholar System (14)

She was truly startled by everyone's enthusiasm, took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, and slipped back to her seat.

"Congratulations!"

Seeing her bangs damp with sweat, Jiang Yinian handed her a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

Xie Yang was feeling thirsty, her own water bottle was empty, and going to refill it would mean passing through the highly enthusiastic classmates, so she didn't stand on ceremony with him, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several large mouthfuls.

After quenching her thirst, she remembered something and turned to look at him: "You didn't go to deliver meals today?"

"Mm, it's over."

Not delivering meals to students at noon meant that his weekend part-time job had also ended early.

But this really wasn't something he had initiated; it was the student's parent, who had called him in a rage last night to interrogate him about why he was late with the delivery and why their son had gone hungry.

"Jiang, it's not that I'm complaining, but we hired you for tutoring, not because your fees are cheap, but out of respect for your middle school homeroom teacher. She recommended you to us, saying your family situation was difficult and you needed this income; otherwise, why would we hire you? You're still a high school student yourself, with no diploma to speak of. There are so many good teachers out there we didn't hire, and we chose you—wasn't it just to give you a helping hand..."

"Jiang, I won't say much more, but you'd better be punctual when delivering lunch to my son. Look, your grades are so good; just tell your teacher and leave half an hour early, it won't be a loss for you. But if you wait until after class to deliver it to my son, he has to go hungry for over half an hour... Forget it, let's not dwell on the past. I hope you can be on time starting tomorrow. If you're late again, don't blame me for stopping the weekend tutoring..."

Jiang Yinian didn't continue listening to the other party: "Then let's stop it!"

"..."

Hearing that he wouldn't be coming for tutoring anymore, the student's parent became anxious instead.

"Hey, how can you be like this! Stopping just like that, where are we supposed to find a suitable teacher on such short notice?"

All that talk about not caring about his low fees and helping him out of sympathy was fake.

They just valued his low fees and the good results of the tutoring.

Before finding Jiang Yinian for tutoring, her son's math, physics, chemistry, and biology were at the bottom of the class; now he was firmly in the top ten, and a few times when he performed well, he even broke into the top five.

That was why they had to hold onto Jiang Yinian tightly.

Where else could they find such a cheap, one-on-one, good teacher?

But they were afraid that if they praised him too much, he would raise his prices, so they deliberately said the results weren't great and claimed they were hiring him week after week just to help him.

How could Jiang Yinian not know what the student's parent was planning? The science scores of this student were raised bit by bit by him; he knew the student's true level better than anyone.

Everyone has a temper, let alone Jiang Yinian, whose temper wasn't that great to begin with.

He had just been too lazy to quibble; the tutoring market for high school seniors was small to begin with, and constantly changing students was a hassle.

He just wanted to earn some part-time money steadily and save up, not wanting this matter to consume too much of his mental energy.

He hadn't expected his forbearance to be met with the other party's inching forward.

"Tao Ayi, you should have said this to me long ago. Actually, I was also tutoring your child and delivering meals out of respect for Teacher Feng.

I have the College Entrance Examination next year, and my own study tasks are very heavy; I can't spare much time. Since you are so dissatisfied with me, let's terminate our cooperation.

I haven't tutored this week yet, so you only need to settle the errand fees for the meal deliveries from the past few days. Tao Ayi, you are a business person, and business people value integrity above all else; I trust you won't stiff me on this small amount of money.

Starting tomorrow, find a delivery person for your child who won't be late, and find a tutor who satisfies you. I wish your child success in getting into an ideal high school, a bright future, and a smooth path ahead."

"..."

Wasn't the most ideal high school First High School?

"Hey—Jiang! Things can be discussed..."

There was nothing left to discuss!

After hanging up the phone, the three members of the Tao family started arguing.

The father complained that the mother didn't know how to speak, angering a cheap, one-on-one, good-tempered teacher into quitting.

The mother complained that the father was only good at hindsight; why didn't he advise her to stay calm and not trouble Jiang before she made the call?

At the same time, she complained that her son was insensible: "Jiang had brought up the issue of late meal deliveries long ago; you could have just endured the hunger a little. Now look! He won't even tutor you on the weekends! What are you going to do about your math and physics now?"

"Then just find a better teacher than him!" The son, not knowing the value of money, shouted indignantly, "The Scholar in our class has a one-on-one tutor who is a PhD graduate from Jing University; why don't we just find a PhD too!"

The Tao couple: "..."

Son! Do you want to go and ask about the tutoring rates in the one-on-one market?

A Jing University PhD, one hour would probably cost a thousand or eight hundred at the very least!

Your parents are business people, that's true, but business has its ups and downs; money doesn't just fall from the sky for you to pick up!

Hearing Jiang Yinian briefly finish describing the process, Xie Yang patted his shoulder happily: "Good retort! For people who climb all over you, you should strike back with a straight punch."

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered something and pulled a paper contract out of her schoolbag: "Come, come, let's sign an agreement too. Don't worry, I had this agreement drafted by a lawyer; there are no unfair terms."

"..."

Regardless, Jiang Yinian no longer went out to deliver meals during the lunch break, so he had plenty of time at noon to explain problems to Xie Yang.

If they couldn't finish during the lunch break, they would continue during study hall.

In her first week of transferring to First High School, apart from being a bit unaccustomed for the first two days, Xie Yang spent the rest of the time quite fruitfully: playing volleyball after school, and coordinating with her desk mate to grind Tasks during breaks and lunch.

So fruitfully that she forgot there was a group of lackeys at Deya International High School waiting longingly to see her.

On Friday after school, Xie Yang finished the volleyball team's evening training and walked out of the school gate into the early autumn evening breeze, where she saw six students with very eye-catching dyed bangs.

The clearly handsome navy blue school uniforms were worn loosely by them, and the ear studs, lip studs, tongue studs, and nose rings they wore were worth even more than some of the private cars on the road...

"..."

Xie Yang felt a headache coming on.

Those six non-mainstream students' eyes lit up when they saw her; they threw away the brand-name cigarettes they were using to look cool and crowded around:

"Sister Yang!"

"Sister Yang, you're finally out!"

"Why are you out of school so late? I saw other students from First High School come out at five o'clock; did the teachers here keep you after class?"

"No way? Who is the blind fool who dared to keep our Sister Yang after class? Let me see if I don't kill him!"

"..."

Xie Yang shot the boy who spoke a glare: "Watch your tongue!"

She then swept her gaze over the group: "What are you all here for?"

"What do you mean 'what for'? Sister Yang, have you forgotten?" Xue Qian looked dejected, "Didn't we agree to spend the whole night at Cheng Zixin's club this weekend?"

Cheng Zixin: "That's right, Sister Yang. Last time you said the decor at my club was very much to your liking, so we were going to go again this weekend and have a proper all-nighter this time..."

"..."

Xie Yang's head throbbed even more.

That was an appointment made by the original owner, not her.