Need for Agent

Chapter 237 Part-time job

Chapter 237 Part-time job

The head teacher's news finally made many boys feel a little better, but the person hasn't come yet. Looking at the standard yellow-faced woman of the head teacher, many students are dubious about her words. Age is the generation gap. Will think Fu Rong Yang San is also a beauty.

It's nothing to do with herself, Luo Yu continued to sleep on the table without image, scratching her crotch from time to time, his indecent movements were seen by some little girls who paid attention to her, little girls Not only did he not feel that Luo Yu was vulgar, but he felt that Luo Yu was slovenly. Although he didn't have a stubble, he still had the decadent temperament of an artist.

"Luo Yu, is Luo Yu here?" The head teacher suddenly called Luo Yu's name after announcing that the new teacher was about to take over.

A girl behind Luo Yu blushed and poked Luo Yu's back with a pen. Luo Yu sat up and turned to stare at the girl: "Why? Are you going to treat my brother to dinner after class?"

"I..." The little girl didn't expect Luo Yu's reaction to be so big, and she didn't expect Luo Yu to talk to her, and it was a topic of eating together. I can't spit it out either.

"Luo Yu." The head teacher's leisurely voice made Luo Yu turn around again, and saw the head teacher was looking at him with a smile on his face, "Come with me."

"Why are you looking for me?" Luo Yu was suspicious, got up and walked out, Ren Ran kept his eyes on Luo Yu, and the roommate sitting beside coughed heavily, and said slyly: "Someone is a nympho yo."

"Not at all." Having been punctured by his girlfriend, his face was burning hot, and he hurriedly argued, "I was just in a daze just now."

"Oh." The roommate looked suddenly enlightened, "It turns out that when you are in a daze, you will have red hearts in your eyes."

Luo Yu followed the head teacher to the corridor outside, seeing Luo Yu's puzzled expression, the head teacher smiled: "Luo Yu, I heard that you are good at English."

"No, no, who spread the rumors." Luo Yu had a rare moment of modesty, "It's just that the words are similar to Chinese."

"Isn't that good?" The teacher in charge rolled his eyes, but still had an amiable expression, "Teacher Hong told me already, he said you are a rare English genius."

"Recommended by the red cannon?" Luo Yuxin picked it up all of a sudden. That kid has no stomach and no brains. He must have no good intentions to mention this to the head teacher.

"Luo Yu, I have a job here that pays well and is easy. I don't know if you're interested." The head teacher looked at Luo Yu, "You can do it if you think about it."

"Thank you, teacher. I don't want to look for a job yet." Luo Yu said honestly, I have alcohol in get out of class and breastfeeding after class, so I'm free to find a job.

"You don't want to work?" The head teacher frowned, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it, "You clearly signed up for the school's work-study list, and your signature is on it."

"What?" Luo Yu snatched the paper, and the two crooked signatures of "Luo Yu" written in black and white, were far from his bold and unrestrained wild grass.

"My parents work in a factory, and my sister is also a small worker. The family income is poor, and the annual income is less than 2 yuan. In order to reduce the burden on the family, I applied to the school for a work-study program." Luo Yu read each word, with cold sweat on his forehead , "Why is my information written like this now?"

Luo Yu knew what was going on as soon as he rolled his eyes, "Hong Zhonghua Ashima." Luo Yu squeezed the work-study application form into a ball with a smirk, and then quickly changed back to a smiling face comparable to a warm sunshine: "This It’s mine, thank you teacher for reminding me, otherwise I’d have forgotten it.”

The head teacher was taken aback, did the student's expression change just now?

"Teacher, what kind of job is it?" Using ### to figure out that it was nothing more than delivering milk and newspapers, Luo Yu made up his mind that at the worst, he would hire someone else to do it for him.

"It's for tutoring." The head teacher looked at Luo Yu with a look of anticipation in his eyes, "It's for teaching my niece's English, Luo Yu, don't let me down."

"Um..." Luo Yu felt troublesome. God knows what the name of a tutor is, so I better ask first, if I teach those 7- and 8-year-old children, forget it. Children aged 7 and 8 are the scariest creatures on earth. They have curiosity, mobility, destructive power and the "Law on the Protection of Minors". Luo Yu doesn't want to let his wife remarry so early.

The homeroom teacher obviously didn't see the entanglement in Luo Yu's heart, thinking that Luo Yu agreed: "Don't worry, I know my niece very well. This year, she is a sophomore in high school. Because of the pressure of the college entrance examination next year, I want to find a tutor now to make up for it. English, teacher Hong Zhonghua is also an authority in English in our school, he said hello, I have confidence in you." After finishing speaking, the teacher patted Luo Yu on the shoulder: "Come on, young man, your parents have worked so hard for you. If you send it to school, you must stand out.”

At this moment, Luo Yu suddenly felt a blockage in his chest, which was the result of being moved.

The class teacher then told Luo Yu the time and place. There is no evening self-study in the high school in Zhonghai City, so Luo Yu went to tutor the high school student at night. .

"My niece is very beautiful." Before leaving, the homeroom teacher smiled ambiguously, which made Luo Yu's heart flutter.

"Beautiful and rich." Luo Yu looked up at a floating cloud that looked like a middle finger in the sky, "This is very suitable for my requirements for being a little boy who eats soft rice. Would you like to hook me up?"

After talking with the head teacher, the bell for the next class had already rang. Luo Yu looked inside the classroom door, and slipped away with oil on his feet. This was a godsend opportunity to skip class.

Thinking about what things he didn't do, Luo Yu put the small piece of paper with the address number of the remedial person in his pocket, went out of the school gate, took a taxi and went straight to Duan Sixie's bar. Jin Ya didn't know what it would look like, but Luo Yu gritted his teeth when he thought that the pig-headed fat man had actually shot himself.

The first make-up class will be tomorrow night, and Luo Yu's heart began to be endlessly YY: "So urgent, can't the little MM be impatient? I need big brother's comfort."

The driver looked at the boy through the rear mirror with a lewd smile on his face and his back was wet: "This kid is not trying to spoil some big girl."