Chapter 2: Looking Down on People with That Kind of Eyes

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  An Lele heard his words and suddenly found hope. She immediately emptied all her pockets, took out all the money in her bag, cleaned it up, counted it once, and said in a very small voice: "Still not fifty..."

  "Are you trying to shoo away a beggar?"

  "No, no, I won't give that much to a beggar." An Le's flustered explanation caused streaks of black lines to appear on Jing Yang's face. "You..." Jing Yang wanted to get angry, but her expression didn't have any mocking intent.

  Jingyang's tone softened a lot and said: "Or else, you give me free tutoring for a month, and this 5,000 yuan car repair fee will be waived."

  "Huh?"

  "Don't want to?"

  "Whatever, whatever." As long as she could use her own labor to offset this debt that had fallen from the sky, she was willing to do anything. A sly and triumphant smile flashed across his face.

  "Then let's start from today!"

  "No, no way!"

  "Bring me the money!" Jingyang said immediately.

  An Le frowned at him, really wanting to die, knowing he was using money to coerce her.

  "I mean, I have to go and explain things to the family of my previous tutor first."

  He was taken aback, it seemed that this girl was not ordinary, "Alright then, tomorrow afternoon, after you finish school, I'll come pick you up."

  "Uh... okay." She had just finished speaking when that guy got into the car and ignored her.

  "How heartless!" An Le said to himself as he pulled up his little iron donkey, muttering. He watched her every move from the rearview mirror, a slight smile rising at the corner of his mouth.

  Put on the Bluetooth headset, dialed the phone, and hooked up the corner of his mouth: "Teacher Yunni, I've already taken down that girl, starting tomorrow she's mine, haha..."

  "Jing Yang, I'm telling you, don't be reckless, got it?"

  "Haha......" He hung up on his own accord.

  Mai Lele fixed her own little iron donkey, Sun Ze didn't look for her, definitely because he was afraid of helping her spend money or something, she also didn't want to contact him, "The saying 'talking about money hurts emotions' is not wrong at all."

  The next afternoon, after class, An Lele hesitated for a moment before answering an unfamiliar phone call, "An Lele?"

  "I am..."

  "I'll wait for you at the east gate of the school."

  An Lele was taken aback for a moment, then his butt seemed to be on fire as he ran towards the east school gate.

  Jingyang sat in the car, looking at Anle who was panting, and smiled: "Not slow, huh? Get in!"

  An Le sat in the car with a reluctant heart, like a frightened rabbit panting nonstop.

  When she followed him to his old nest with an unsettled mind, the building in front of her made An Lele's mind flash with a few words from time to time: "Tycoon! Tycoon! Tycoon!"

  A middle-aged woman with a rich and cheerful appearance came up, An Le thought to herself, could this be his mother?

  "Aunt Liu, this is the tutor I've hired."

  "Oh!" Aunt Liu responded with her mouth, a look of extreme disappointment flashing across her face.

  An Lele was extremely displeased in her heart, "What? What? This is a look that looks down on me, she has never been looked down upon before, it's really the case of 'the master's eyes are low, and the servant's temperament follows the master', An Lele could only mutter to herself, pouting her mouth to vent her dissatisfaction.

  "Come with me!" Jing Yang said, looking at her.

  An Lele can now only take things one step at a time, after all, she owes people money!

  Jingyang sat lazily on the sofa, his long legs stretched out and overlapping. He stared intently at Anle, looking at this ordinary-looking girl who would be lost in a crowd, making her heart feel hairy.

  An Lele felt it was necessary for her to speak first and break the low atmosphere around them.

  "Mr. Jing, what would you like me to tutor you in?" An Le asked softly, lowering her head.

  Jingyang was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing and looked at her with a mixture of amusement and disdain, saying: "You think you can teach me? You're not capable of that." His lazy and scornful tone made Anlele want to punch him in the face, imagining herself delivering a series of punches, combinations, and even a kick, turning him into a pig head. After finishing her imaginary beating, she suddenly broke out into a smile.

  "An Tong, is everything okay here?" Jing Yang poked her forehead with his left index finger. An Lele shook her head dazedly at first, but the next moment she realized that Jing Yang was scolding her. Her eyebrows furrowed in dissatisfaction - wasn't it just about owing him money? He was treating her as if she had dug up his ancestral grave!

  She thinks he's mentally deficient and needs calcium supplements!

  Jing Yang looked at her eating with relish, a rare smile spreading from the corners of his mouth. Since meeting this little girl yesterday, he had found himself smiling more often.

  "Aunt Liu, go and call Xixi down."

  Soon, An Lele saw a little fatty standing at the staircase entrance. He lazily looked downstairs with his big head and ears, slowly moving down the stairs step by step.

  "Xixi come here, this is Anle teacher, I've newly invited her as your home tutor, she's a top student from Yahu University." Jingyang introduced with an extremely loving tone while stroking the boy's head.

  "What's so special about being a top student? Can you really teach me?" Little Fatty's disdainful tone was even more intense than Jingyang's.

  "Xixi, listen." Jingyang patted the back of Xiaopang's head and then looked at Anle with a straight face: "This is your student, my nephew Mesi."

  When she heard this, An Le was so angry that she almost spat a mouthful of blood on his face. The little fat man actually shared the same name as her idol, football star Messi. Her Messi was much more handsome than him. Her heart was wailing, and she had an urge to bite off her fingers. Her heart was wailing: Spare "Messi" this name, spare it!

  "Alright, tutoring time starts now." Jingyang said, glancing at his wristwatch.

  The carefree music was almost scared out of its wits, "So urgent?"

  "You have no choice!"

  "Euthanasia, come with me." Mesi said with a sly smile.

  What? Euthanasia? Whoever dares to give her such a nickname will be the one who dies, his whole family will die. Anle was furious and resentful in her heart.

  "Haha, good luck, An Le."

  What's wrong with you? Does this uncle and nephew have a habit of giving people nicknames? She glared at Jingyang and said, "You're the one who's sanitary napkin!"

  Jingyang laughed loudly and proudly walked away.

  Only now did An Le realize that she didn't owe this family money, but owed them their lives!

  When he came to Messi's room, An Lele was suddenly frightened. The walls were covered with various star posters, and there were balls hanging around, even a bicycle, and the windowsill was filled with all sorts of toys, only the textbooks scattered on the desk looked quite lonely.

  An Lele looked around the room's furnishings and muttered to herself: "Every day is so boring, I'm going crazy."

  She walked straight to the desk, tidied up those textbooks, and Maisie still sneered and asked, "How do you plan to teach me?"

  An Lele really wanted to shout out her inner voice: she would rather go to the lab and talk to monkeys than be treated so softly by these two people, but she couldn't just walk away with a slap on the butt, she owed someone money.

  She looked at Messi and gritted her teeth: "Not everyone is suitable for learning, I think you are not."