Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

The address and phone number of Lingyun Tutorial School first spread from the home of the machinery factory, and then spread rapidly, becoming known to everyone in just half a day.

Naturally, there was help from experts behind this - Minister Huang made a phone call, and all the factories in the city announced the news on the factory radio.

The news spread rapidly, and the only two people who felt pain were Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian.

Teachers seize the time to hold meetings to prepare lessons, and are also responsible for entrance exams. They can only occasionally come to help receive students and parents who come to inquire;

Lin Nianhe and the others had to go to class, so it was impossible for them all to stay in No. 88 Courtyard.

They were the only two people who were full-time receptionists. Che Luanlu kept talking to different people over and over again. In just half a day, his throat was filled with smoke and he no longer even thought about looking for an Autobot.

Ji Ming also helped them write a notice with pictures and text and posted it on the outer wall, but the parents felt uneasy and had to ask and listen to it in person before they felt that the matter was understood.

"That's right, the tuition is three yuan a month, and the tuition fee is NO.20 per month!"

"I don't care about the food, I don't care about the food! I can help heat up the lunch boxes!"

"Six and a half days a week, from [-] a.m. to [-] p.m.!"

"If you want to sign up, come in. If you don't want to sign up today, don't push in yet!"

"What will you do if your son doesn't come to class? What if I break your son's legs for you?"

When Lin Nianhe came to No. 88 Courtyard at noon, he was also shocked by this scene.

Half of the alley was packed with people, about 500 people.

In front of the door, Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian were standing on the table, holding speakers, and their voices were hoarse.

Lin Nianhe turned on his toes, went directly to the back wall, and climbed in neatly.

In the main room, Wen Lan, who had no class in the morning, was signing contracts with parents who wanted to sign up. When she saw Lin Nianhe coming in, she was stunned: "How did you squeeze in? The battle outside is not allowed to squeeze you into a photo?"

Lin Nianheyun replied calmly: "Historical skills are passed down from family."

Wen Lan: "Oh, I came in over the wall."

"You go and rest, I'll do it." Lin Nianhe took over Wen Lan's work and asked her to go eat.

The parent across the table is studying the contract with his daughter and has no time to pay attention to them at the moment.

Wen Lan took this opportunity and said, "Hezi, this is nothing. I'm really busy."

"No, two of my generals have become customer service personnel. Now I'm even afraid that a thief will come and take the blackboard away." Lin Nianhe glanced at his watch and reassured, "Don't panic, the reinforcements should be arriving soon."

"Okay, I'll go get some food first." Wen Lan was also tired all morning and hurriedly went to fill her stomach.

The parents have also finished studying the contract at this moment, holding the thin paper as if they are holding their children's future.

She looked at Lin Nianhe and asked cautiously: "Girl, tell me the truth, are you sure that your class will be able to get into college?"

She rubbed her sleeves awkwardly and smiled awkwardly: "My family conditions are not good, and the three yuan tuition fee is quite a lot..."

Lin Nianhe looked into her eyes and said seriously: "Auntie, as the old saying goes, master leads you in, and cultivation is up to you. If I told you that you can definitely go to Peking University if you sign up for the class, that would be a sinister deception. I can only guarantee that we The teachers will try their best to teach every student, but it is she who decides whether your child can go to college."

The aunt looked at the contract in her hand and her voice trembled slightly: "Yes, yes, I understand what you mean..."

Her daughter tugged on her sleeve and whispered: "Mom, I don't need to go to this cram school. I can study at home myself."

"Is it the same with a teacher or without a teacher?" Auntie turned her head and scolded softly, "You were delayed in your review last year because of work. How many more years can you delay?"

After saying this, she seemed to have finally made up her mind and said through gritted teeth: "Retribution! We will retaliate!"

"Mom!" The girl was anxious. She grabbed her mother's rough right hand and started to walk out: "Didn't I just come here to have a look as promised? If I don't sign up for classes, I don't like going to school."

It's not like she doesn't like studying. She said this probably just because three yuan a month is a big expense for her family.

"Don't make trouble. You have studied well since you were a child, but you are delaying..."

Lin Nianhe watched the mother and daughter arguing and suddenly interrupted them: "Auntie, classmate, you two, please read the last clause in the contract. If you are admitted to Peking University, Tsinghua University, we will refund all tuition fees. Fudan, Nankai and other schools also have different proportions. Tuition refund.”

The mother and daughter stopped arguing and turned their attention to the contract again.

Lin Nianhe leaned forward and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "If you are not confident about our teaching conditions, you can also pay the tuition every ten days."

After she finished speaking, she leaned back in her chair as if nothing was wrong, without any sales consciousness that a course seller should have.

The aunt tugged her daughter's hand, and seeing her eyes filled with tears, she said softly: "My daughter, learn it, don't delay any more."

The girl bit her lower lip and asked, "What score do you need to get admitted to Peking University?"

"My score this time is 270, and the next time it will most likely be higher."

The girl clenched her fists, pursed her lips tightly, and remained silent for a long time.

The aunt asked Lin Nianhe: "Girl, are you a college student this year? What score did you get in the exam?"

Lin Nianhe didn't feel sleepy when he mentioned this.

With a humble smile on her lips, she answered: "399 points."

Aunt:"……!"

"Are you teaching my daughter how to read?"

"No, I have to go to school. We have more professional teachers to teach systematically," Lin Nianhe said. "But we also have classmates from Peking University working part-time to answer questions one-on-one. There is no additional tuition fee."

The aunt was deeply moved. She held her daughter's hand and looked at her expectantly: "Be obedient and we will sign up for this class. With so many good students teaching you, even if you fail to get into Peking University, you can still get into other schools."

The girl hesitated and then looked at Lin Nianhe: "If I get admitted to Peking University, will the tuition be really refunded?"

"It's written clearly in black and white. You can sue me if I don't pay compensation," Lin Nianhe said.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. After repeating it several times, she finally made up her mind: "Okay, I'll retaliate!"

The aunt smiled, took out a blue handkerchief from the sewn pocket of her underwear, opened it, and found neatly folded woolen coupons inside.

Obviously, what she said to her daughter "just came to see" was a complete excuse. She had already made plans to enroll her daughter in a cram school.

The aunt counted out three dollars, counted it twice carefully, and handed it to Lin Nianhe with great care: "Girl, when does class start?"

Lin Nianhe asked them to sign the contract first, wrote a receipt to them, and then took another card and said: "You go to No. 168 in the east first, which is also the teaching location of our school. You need to do a thorough investigation first. The exams will be divided into different classes.”

"Basic test?"

"Yes, because everyone's foundation is different, we will teach you in different classes according to your actual situation." Lin Nianhe explained patiently, "In the future, there will be exams every month, every week, or even every day. Come on."

The girl took the card with both hands and nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

She held the card as if she were holding her future.

There are many students like her.

There are many mothers like her mother.