"How many points?"
"47..."
Jiang Ming moved his right hand up uncomfortably, trying to block the bright red score on the test paper.
Yan Qing looked like he was about to speak but hesitated, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes.
To be honest, if he were to hold a thermos cup, he would look a lot like the bald old Xu who teaches mathematics. It seems that he would say in the next second: With such a low score in the exam, he is still imitating early love.
Jiang Ming gradually began to fidget under the direct gaze, and the blush on his face had reached the tips of his ears. For the first time, he regretted not learning English well.
As if aware of his damn pride, Yan Qing looked at it for a while and said, "I'll teach you."
But then he thought that Jiang Ming might not have even learned basic grammar for this score, so he added: "I will help you with grammar at the same time starting tomorrow."
Starting from scratch...
Jiang Ming: Can anyone explain why the confession was reported to tutoring?
Intention: May we all move forward bravely