Lingyun Tutoring School’s address and phone number were first spread from the chanical Factory Family Courtyard, then rapidly expanded and beca known to everyone within half a day.
Behind this, of course, there was the help of soone influential—Minister Huang made a phone call, and every factory in the city used their internal broadcasting system to announce this news.
The news spread quickly, and the only two who felt distressed were Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian.
The teachers were busy eting and preparing lessons and were also responsible for the entrance exams; they could only occasionally help by receiving visiting students and parents;
Lin Nianhe and others had to attend classes, so they couldn’t all stay in Courtyard 88.
Only the two of them were full-ti receptionists, repeatedly saying the sa canned responses to different people, and in just half a day they were hoarse, not even in the mood to think about the Autobots.
Ji Mingyi did help them by creating an illustrative notice and posting it on the outer wall, but the parents still felt uneasy—they had to ask and listen in person to feel they had figured everything out.
"Yes, yes, the tuition is three yuan per month, payable on the 20th of each month!"
"No als provided, but we can help heat up lunch boxes!"
"Classes are six and a half days a week, from seven in the morning to nine at night!"
"Those who want to enroll co in, those not registering today don’t crowd inside!"
"What if your son doesn’t co to class? Should I break your son’s leg for you?"
When Lin Nianhe arrived at Courtyard 88 at noon, she too was shocked by the scene.
Half the alley was packed with people, looking to be three to five hundred.
In front of the door, Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian were standing on tables, using gaphones, their voices completely gone.
Lin Nianhe pivoted on her toes and directly went to the back wall and deftly clambered over it.
Inside the main house, Wen Lan, who had no classes in the morning, was signing contracts with parents wanting to enroll. When she saw Lin Nianhe coming in, she was startled: "How did you squeeze in? With that scene outside, wouldn’t you have been squashed flat?"
Lin Nianhe replied nonchalantly: "Family secret technique."
Wen Lan: "Oh, so you climbed over the wall."
"You rest, I’ll take over," Lin Nianhe took over Wen Lan’s work to allow her to have lunch.
The parent across the table was discussing the contract with her daughter, not having ti to attend to them for the mont.
Wen Lan took this opportunity to say: "Hezi, this is really not working, it’s too hectic."
"Exactly, my two main warriors have turned into custor service agents, I’m even scared a thief might steal the blackboard." Lin Nianhe glanced at her watch, reassuringly said, "Don’t panic, reinforcents should be arriving soon."
"Alright then, I’ll go grab sothing to eat." Wen Lan was also exhausted from the morning and hurried to get so food.
The parent had now finished going through the contract, holding the thin paper as if it symbolized her child’s future.
She looked at Lin Nianhe, cautiously asking, "Miss, tell the truth, if we enroll in your class, is it guaranteed to get into university?"
She nervously rubbed her sleeves, with an awkward smile: "We’re not well off at ho, and these three yuan tuition isn’t a small amount..."
Lin Nianhe looked into her eyes, seriously responding, "Auntie, as the old saying goes, a master leads the way, the practice depends on the individual. If I tell you that by enrolling your child will definitely get into Peking University, that would be deceitful. I can only guarantee that our teachers will do their best to teach every student, but whether your child gets into university ultimately depends on her."
The Auntie, looking at the contract in her hand, voice trembling, said, "Right, right, I understand what you an..."
Her daughter tugged on her sleeve, whispering, "Mom, I don’t need to attend this tutoring class, I can study on my own at ho."
"Can studying without a teacher be the sa as with one," the auntie turned her head and quietly scolded, "you were delayed last year because of work, how many more years can you afford to lose?"
After saying this, as if she had finally made up her mind, she clenched her teeth and declared: "Enroll! We will enroll!"
"Mum!"
The girl was anxious, grabbing her mother’s rough right hand and trying to head out: "Didn’t we agree that we were just here to take a look? I won’t enroll in the class, I just don’t love school."
She certainly didn’t look like soone who hated studying; this statent was likely just an excuse, considering three yuan a month was a significant expense for her family.
"Don’t make a fuss, you’ve always been good at studying, it’s just that you were delayed..."
Lin Nianhe watched their debate and suddenly interrupted: "Auntie, student, please take a look at the last clause of the contract. If admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua, we will refund all tuition fees. Fudan and Nankai also have different proportions of tuition refunds."
The quarreling mother and daughter turned their attention back to the contract.
Lin Nianhe leaned forward and whispered so that only the three of them could hear: "If you’re not confident about our teaching conditions, you can also pay the tuition every ten days."
After saying this, she leaned back into her chair casually, lacking the sales consciousness that one might expect.
The aunt tugged at her daughter’s hand, tears in her eyes, and said softly, "My girl, go ahead and study, don’t delay any further."
The girl bit her lower lip and asked, "How many points are required for admission to Peking University?"
"For my cohort, it was 270 points. It’s likely to be even higher for the next cohort."
The girl clenched her fists, her lips tightly pressed, and remained silent for a long ti.
The aunt asked Lin Nianhe, "Girl, are you a current university student? How many points did you score?"
At the ntion of this, Lin Nianhe perked up.
She smiled modestly and answered, "399 points."
The aunt was stunned, "...!"
"Then are you the one teaching my daughter?"
"No, I have to attend school, and we have a more professional team of teachers," Lin Nianhe explained, "However, we also have Peking University students working part-ti to provide one-on-one tutoring, and this won’t incur any extra fees."
The aunt was deeply moved; holding her daughter’s hand, she looked at her with hopeful eyes: "Listen, let’s sign up for this class. With so many good students teaching you, even if you don’t get into Peking University, you can still make it into another school."
Still hesitant, the girl looked at Lin Nianhe again: "If I get into Peking University, will the tuition really be refunded?"
"It’s clearly written in black and white on the contract, you can sue if I don’t refund you," Lin Nianhe said.
She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and after several repeats, she finally made up her mind: "Okay, I’ll enroll!"
The aunt smiled, reaching into a hidden pocket in her underwear to pull out a blue handkerchief. Inside it was a neatly folded stack of banknotes.
Clearly, her statent of "just coming to look" was utterly a pretext; she had long planned to enroll her daughter in the tutoring class.
The aunt counted out three yuan, double-checking it, and handed it with great care to Lin Nianhe: "Girl, when do classes start?"
Lin Nianhe had them sign the contract first, wrote them a receipt, and then handed them another card, saying, "You should first go to the 168 court on the east side, which is also our teaching location. You need to take a placent test before we can determine your class."
"Placent test?"
"Yes, because everyone’s foundation is different, so we will assign classes based on your actual situation," Lin Nianhe patiently explained, "From now on, there will be tests every month, every week, even every day. Keep it up."
The girl took the card with both hands, vigorously nodding: "Okay!"
She held the card as if holding her future.
There were many other students just like her.
And many other mothers just like hers.
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