The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 33 "Have you forgotten?"

Zhang Wuyong opened the door, and there was also a spiritual light coming from the other side of the door.

A much more spacious bedroom with a gorgeous Simmons bed in the center.

The woman lying on the bed was wearing a silver nightgown, and underneath the nightgown, her long, white legs were exposed.

The mattress was full of wrinkles, and next to it lay two toys that the woman had bought just a few hours ago.

It can be seen that she played for a long time before taking a break.

Surprisingly, there were no books or piles of homework, corrected or uncorrected, in this room.

Opposite the bed, there is a wall-mounted 65-inch color TV, and in the TV cabinet below, there is a DVD player that is somewhat antique in this era.

There are discs on the TV cabinet, all of which are normal Western romance movies, but judging from the titles, they are all films from the 1980s and 1990s.

He is almost thirty years old, but he lives like an old antique in his forties or fifties.

Zhang Wuyong raised his hand.

Snapped!
There was a crisp snap of fingers.

The surroundings began to change, becoming a pink and white shop filled with various props.

Overall, it was based on the half cubicle in the corner of his own store, and was simply expanded further.

Then, he rearranged the sleeping woman.

Liao Xiumei opened her eyes drowsily, and soon found herself in a store filled with all kinds of toys.

The boy was diligently using props to serve her.

She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't resist at all.

She is like a flower bud that is constantly stung by bees in the spring when flowers are blooming. She has clearly lost something, but is also constantly gaining.

After many unspeakable processes.

She woke up again with a start, and then saw that the boy had been sitting at the desk next to her, doing his homework seriously.

"Teacher Liao, I've been helping you for so long. It's your turn to teach me math, right?" The boy lowered his head, looking nonchalant. "We clearly agreed on this. Can't you just be so one-sided and only care about yourself?"

"Shall I teach you your homework?" Liao Xiumei suddenly looked around.

"What else?" the boy said in a very unhappy tone. "What else can you teach me? How can you teach me how to be a good person? How many people in this school really like you? How can you teach me how to fall in love? I heard that your boyfriend dumped you right after you graduated from college.

"Teach me aesthetics? Look at you, which girl isn't better at dressing up than you? Teach me emotional intelligence? Don't look at me like this, I have many more friends than you.

"Teacher, your life is only useful as a successful math teacher. What else can you teach me?"

Liao Xiumei was silent. She had nothing to say, so she had to sit next to the boy and start teaching him his homework.

Why does it become like this?

She tried hard to recall, but all she could recall was her visit to this store. However, when she recalled her past life, all she could think of was sadness.

I couldn't control myself and used the props in the store to reward myself, but I didn't expect him to find out.

The two made an agreement that she would help the boy with his homework, and the boy would promise not to tell anyone else and could also help her further.

Now, it's time for her to repay this boy.

Zhang Wuyong listened to the teacher's explanation.

Liao Xiumei is indeed capable, at least in teaching.

Just as my father said, if not for this, she would not have been assigned to the Hongzhi class.

The Hongzhi Class is a top priority for No. 2 Middle School. Every year during the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination), No. 2 Middle School hopes that one or two top students from the Hongzhi Class will emerge and raise the school's "highest score" on the list.

If it was a normal class, Zhang Wuyong would have been unable to keep up with her explanation.

Because she originally taught according to the overall level of the class. But now, she was tutoring him alone.

More importantly, in the dream, the two of them were connected on a spiritual level.

Every time Mr. Liao explains, his problem-solving ideas can be fully conveyed to his spiritual world.

"You haven't laid a solid foundation for your entire freshman year!" Liao Xiumei pondered as she finished her lesson. "Although No. 2 Middle School isn't a key high school, how did you get into it?"

"Before the high school entrance exam, classmate Zhao Yutong tutored me like crazy, which allowed me to enter the No. 2 Middle School at the bottom of the class." Zhang Wuyong had to admit that his foundation was indeed too poor.

However, after entering high school, he felt that it was because of him that Zhao Yutong failed to get into a key high school, so he stopped looking for Tongtong to teach him.

"You must start again from the knowledge points of the first year of high school!" Liao Xiumei picked up a pen and quickly listed all the formulas and knowledge points of the first year of high school for him.

For high school teachers, the first, second and third year students are taught in turns.

Generally speaking, I start teaching from the first year of high school, and continue until the third year, and then go around and teach the next first year of high school.

As for now, for classes like the Hongzhi class, the second round of review has already ended.

The entire high school knowledge structure is in Liao Xiumei's mind. She doesn't need any teaching materials and can learn it at will.

Zhang Wuyong felt like he was cheating as he absorbed the knowledge points passed on by Teacher Liao.

If it were in real life, she would probably get impatient after a few words with a poor student like him.

Everyone knows how Liao Xiumei treats top students and poor students.

But now, it was originally a one-on-one teaching, and the direct spiritual contact made it very easy for her to make Zhang Wuyong understand her ideas.

Zhang Wuyong's knowledge of high school mathematics is improving by leaps and bounds.

There is no sun or moon in the dream, and I don’t know the years from cold to hot.

When Zhang Wuyong felt that her spirit was beginning to show signs of fatigue.

In turn, he would use various props from his own store on her.

After all, this is his family's business. Although he has never used it before, he is very familiar with how to use each prop.

The two of us are like this, you help me and I help you.

The days fly by.

But slowly, Liao Xiumei began to realize that something was wrong.

Even when a person is in a dream, he does not know that he is dreaming.

Sometimes, I struggle subconsciously, trying to resist the temptation to give in to certain desires and to make myself and my surroundings “normal.”

In fact, you are trying hard to "wake yourself up".

Why am I always in this place with this boy?

Why do I want him to help me over and over again?

Why do I have to be here to teach him math?
"Zhang Wuyong!" She began to wonder, "Why isn't it morning yet? When are we leaving? We have to go to school at daybreak."

Zhang Wuyong looked up, a look of shock on his face. "Teacher, what are you talking about? I've already been expelled, why should I go to school?"

Liao Xiumei was surprised: "You were fired?"

Zhang Wuyong raised his head, his face full of resentment: "Teacher, have you forgotten? Yao Xueqin said that I pushed her down the stairs, and Jing Lei even testified on her behalf."

Liao Xiumei was still confused: "But isn't there a surveillance camera proving that you didn't push her?"

Zhang Wuyong stared at her, gritting his teeth. "But, teacher, didn't you say that even if they were wrong, I wasn't at fault at all? Because of what you said, I was expelled from school. Teacher Liao... have you forgotten?"

　Thanks to "Mingmingmingmin" for the reward of 1500.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)