bdsm-fiction Chapter 38 Hu Jing Joins the Tutoring Class, Everyone Becomes a Model
Chapter 38 Hu Jing Joins the Tutoring Class, Everyone Becomes a Model
May 19th, Sunday.
Just as Li Si'an pushed the roller shutter door up, Hu Jing arrived.
She was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and had her hair in a ponytail. As soon as she entered, she called out, "Li Si'an!" Her voice was soft, with a slightly sweet and gentle tone at the end, as if she were speaking with a piece of candy in her mouth.
"Why are you here so early? Are you here to freeload breakfast?"
"I saw Tang Yun and Zhang Ziyi on the TV in the school activity room yesterday!"
Hu Jing completely ignored his teasing, quickly walked to the counter, rested her elbows on the counter, and looked at Li Si'an with bright eyes.
"Lots of classmates were watching, and I recognized them immediately. They danced so well! By the way, where's Tang Yun? Is she upstairs?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Yun came downstairs, her hair still messy and wearing a loose T-shirt.
When Hu Jing saw her, her eyes lit up: "Tang Yun! You look so beautiful on TV! My classmates all say this girl looks like a fairy."
Tang Yun was a little embarrassed by the praise and smiled, "Did your classmate watch it too?"
"Look, look, there are so many people." Hu Jing went over and took Tang Yun's arm.
"How did you do that robotic dance? It didn't seem like you at all. You usually seem quite quiet, but you're like a completely different person once you're on stage."
Tang Yun glanced at Li Si'an: "It's his choreography that's good."
Hu Jing also turned to look at Li Si'an, her surprised gaze seeming to hold something else: "You can choreograph?"
"What can't I do?" Li Si'an leaned against the counter, looking smug.
Hu Jing pursed her lips and didn't argue with him.
Zhang Ziyi arrived a little after 10 a.m. She carried a bag of apples as she entered, placed it on the counter, and said, "These are for you."
"When did you become so polite?" Li Si'an glanced at the bag of apples.
"My mom asked me to bring it, saying thank you for helping me with my studies." Zhang Ziyi pulled up a chair, sat down, and took a bite of an apple.
"Did you guys watch the show last night? My mom recorded the whole episode, saying she'll show it to our relatives when they come from our hometown."
"I saw it," Li Si'an said. "Your part was pretty good."
"Not bad? You call that not bad?" Zhang Ziyi stared wide-eyed. "I look amazing on TV!"
"That's half thanks to the makeup artist and the lighting; it has little to do with you personally. Don't get carried away."
Zhang Ziyi was taken aback by his retort. She opened her mouth as if to argue, but then realized he might have a point. In the end, she snorted and said, "You're just jealous."
"What am I jealous of? Don't forget, I wrote the song and choreographed the dance." Li Si'an drawled, "Happy Zhang, as a person... you can't forget your roots."
Zhang Ziyi was speechless. She lowered her head and ate her apple. After taking two bites, she looked up and glared at him, but the smile on her face didn't fade.
Tang Yun watched the two bickering from the side, smiling but saying nothing.
Zhang Ziyi threw the apple core into the trash can and clapped her hands: "Alright, alright, let's start reviewing. Li Si'an, what are we going to learn today, geometry again?"
Li Si'an pulled out several sheets of paper from under the counter and spread them on the table. Zhang Ziyi and Tang Yun each took one and sat down to start working.
Hu Jing watched for a while, but didn't leave.
She leaned closer and watched Li Si'an draw auxiliary lines on the draft paper. She heard him say, "This condition translates to..." He explained three sentences, and a geometry problem became clear.
After listening for a while, she couldn't help but ask Zhang Ziyi, "Why did you get Li Si'an to tutor you?"
Zhang Ziyi didn't even look up: "He speaks well. Much better than a tutor."
Hu Jing hesitated for a moment, then looked at Li Si'an: "Then... can I come and study too? My grades in academic subjects aren't good either."
Li Si'an leaned back in her chair, glanced at her, and said with a smile, "Whether you herd one pig or three, it's all the same. You come on over."
Zhang Ziyi chuckled and said, "Who are you insulting?"
"I'll call myself a pig farmer, okay?"
Zhang Ziyi laughed even harder, and Tang Yun also smiled with pursed lips beside her. Hu Jing wasn't angry; her eyes crinkled as she waited for Li Si'an to continue.
Li Si'an stopped laughing and looked at Hu Jing, saying, "Chinese, foreign languages, politics, and history—you have to memorize all of these yourself. I can only help you with math."
"Okay." Hu Jing nodded.
"Alright, you three go upstairs and do your homework." Li Si'an gestured with her chin towards the stairs.
"There are people coming and going downstairs, which is affecting business. Let's go to Tang Yun's room. If you don't know the answer, leave it for later and we'll take turns coming down to ask."
Zhang Ziyi stood up, rolled the test paper into a tube, stuffed it into her bag, and said, "Let's go, let's go upstairs."
Tang Yun led them upstairs to the second floor and opened the door to her room. The room wasn't large, containing a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the light blue sheets.
"You live here?" Zhang Ziyi looked around. "It's alright, quite clean."
"You sit by the desk," Tang Yun pointed to the chair, then looked at Hu Jing. "You sit by the bed, I'll go down and get some stools."
The three of them settled down on the second floor. Li Si'an minded the shop downstairs, occasionally coming up to stand at the door and ask, "Is there anything you don't know?"
Zhang Ziyi called out "Yes!" and he came in to answer two questions, then went back down.
They worked until midnight. Li Si'an called out from downstairs, "Alright, let's go eat."
When they arrived at Lao Zhao's restaurant, they found a seat by the window. Li Si'an ordered several dishes: Kung Pao Chicken, Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce, Braised Eggplant, and Tomato Egg Soup.
The dish was served steaming hot. The Kung Pao Chicken was served on a white porcelain plate; the chicken pieces were tender, the peanuts were crispy, and the oil was glistening red.
Li Si'an picked up a chopstick, chewed it twice, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.
To be honest, Lao Zhao's cooking skills are just average, but the ingredients are high-quality and the flavor is excellent.
The takeout and pre-made meals I ate in my past life can't compare to this.
He picked up another peanut with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth; it crunched.
Three girls sat opposite her. Tang Yun ate quietly with her head down. Zhang Ziyi chewed and talked, her chopsticks rummaging through the plate for peanuts.
Hu Jing ate in small bites, occasionally looking up to listen to everyone's conversation, her eyes crinkling when she smiled. The three of them chattered away, one sentence after another, talking about the show and reviewing.
Having eaten almost all of her food, Li Si'an put down her chopsticks.
"Hey, I have something to tell you guys."
All three people looked up at the same time.
"I can't tutor you for nothing, can I?" He leaned back in his chair, his tone languid. "You all need to change into the store's clothes this afternoon and be my models."
"You're such a shrew!" Zhang Ziyi glared at him.
"It's not like you're supposed to just stand there like models. Change into your clothes, then do whatever you need to do. Just stay in the store. Read, chat, help customers with their clothes, anything is fine."
Zhang Ziyi thought about it and felt that it wasn't a bad deal, then suddenly remembered something:
"Oh right, I was so focused on being on TV yesterday that I forgot to ask you, where do you get your clothes from? Why did you suddenly start a clothing business?"
"Xiushui Street," Li Si'an said, "has export overstock and high-quality replicas. The quality is no worse than those in shopping malls, but the price is half the price."
Zhang Ziyi became interested: "Xiushui Street? That's much better than the wholesale market at the zoo. I'll go back and take a look after dinner, and if there are any nice things, I'll grab a couple."
"You can take it, but you have to pay."
"You..." Zhang Ziyi glared at him, "I'm modeling for you and you still want to charge me?"
"Let's keep things separate. Modeling is about paying off debts, buying clothes is about consumption."
Zhang Ziyi rolled her eyes.
Hu Jing listened for a while, then suddenly spoke, her voice still soft and sweet:
"Li Si'an, if the clothes are nice, I can bring my classmates to buy them. They all like to show off counterfeit goods, they think it's fashionable."
Li Si'an glanced at her and said, "Sure, you can bring a few more of your rich classmates. That way, my tutoring won't have been for nothing."
Hu Jing smiled and continued eating with her head down.
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After finishing their meal, they returned to the shop. Li Si'an took a few clothes from the wall and handed them to Zhang Ziyi and Hu Jing, letting them choose for themselves.
Zhang Ziyi took a light blue dress and went to the back to change. Hu Jing picked out a white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of light-colored straight-leg jeans and also went to change.
The two came out after changing. Zhang Ziyi was wearing a light blue dress, while Hu Jing was wearing a white shirt and jeans. Hu Jing had a pretty good figure, at least better than Zhang Ziyi.
Li Si'an glanced at Hu Jing and a thought suddenly popped into his mind—if this girl enters the entertainment industry in the future, who knows which bastard will end up with her? It would be better if she were to end up with me.
He suppressed the thought and remained expressionless.
"How is it?" Zhang Ziyi walked around the middle of the store.
"It's alright," Li Si'an said. "You guys just stay in the shop and do what you're supposed to do."
Zhang Ziyi pulled up a chair and sat down, opening her test paper to continue working on the questions. Hu Jing also sat down and picked up a pen. Tang Yun sat behind the counter, helping Li Si'an collect money and give change.
There were more customers in the afternoon than in the morning. Some came in to buy cassette tapes, some to buy posters, and some just stopped by after seeing the sign at the entrance.
Zhang Ziyi and Hu Jing, dressed in clothes from the store, were sitting there; they themselves were living advertisements.
For those who practice dance year-round, maintaining an upright posture and elegant demeanor has almost become instinct. Therefore, no matter what clothes they wear, they will always look good.
Several young women entered the store, glanced at Zhang Ziyi's blue dress, then at Hu Jing's white shirt, and asked, "Do you still have these clothes in the store?"
Zhang Ziyi didn't even look up, pointing to the wall: "It's hanging over there."
The girl went over to look at them, then picked one up to try on. Hu Jing put down her pen, stood up, and helped her check the size, speaking softly and gently. The girl tried it on, thought it was nice, and bought it.
Around 3 p.m., a young woman came into the store. She had her hair in a ponytail, was wearing a school uniform, and looked like a student from a nearby middle school.
She glanced around as she entered, her gaze landing on Zhang Ziyi. She paused, looked at her again, and suddenly her eyes lit up, her voice trembling with excitement:
"Hey, you—aren't you the one dancing on TV yesterday?"
Zhang Ziyi looked up at her, then smiled reservedly without saying a word.
"You look so handsome in men's clothes! You're really, really handsome!" The girl spoke quickly, as if afraid he would run away.
Li Si'an leaned against the counter and slowly said, "Yes, it's her."
The girl became even more excited, jumped up and down a little, glanced at Zhang Ziyi a couple more times, seemed to want to say something but was too embarrassed to say it.
Finally, he wandered around the store, bought a cassette tape, and glanced back at Zhang Ziyi as he left.
After the girl left, Zhang Ziyi finally smiled and turned to Li Si'an: "Did you see that? Did you see that? Someone recognized me!"
"I saw it." Li Si'an leaned against the counter. "Didn't you say you looked good on TV? Now someone has proven it. Go ahead and gloat."
Zhang Ziyi glared at him, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.
Tang Yun sat behind the counter, watching her and smiling. Hu Jing smiled back, then lowered her head to continue working on her problems.
Seven or eight pieces of clothing were sold in one afternoon. Li Si'an collected the money behind the counter, calculating in her mind—at this rate, the 20,000 yuan worth of goods would break even in no time.
Around 5 PM, Zhang Ziyi put the test papers into her bag, stood up, and stretched: "Alright, I'm going back now."
Hu Jing also stood up and put the chair away.
"Are you coming again tomorrow?" Li Si'an asked.
"Come on," Zhang Ziyi said. "You didn't charge me any money, so why not come?"
"Then bring some fruit tomorrow, don't come for nothing."
Zhang Ziyi glared at him, picked up her bag, and left. Hu Jing said goodbye to Tang Yun and also went out.
Around 6 PM, Chen Nan and Chen Dong arrived. It was Sunday, and they were resting during the day and coming to the video arcade in the evening.
Chen Nan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a plastic bag containing a few tomatoes. She put it on the counter and said, "Anzi, I brought these for you."
"Did you come from the market?" Li Si'an took the tomatoes.
"Yeah, it's on the way," Chen Nan replied.
As Li Si'an and Tang Yun were about to leave, Chen Nan asked, "What are they showing at the video arcade tonight?"
"Let's continue with the first and second parts of A Chinese Odyssey," Li Si'an said.
"Okay." Chen Nan nodded.
Li Si'an carried the bag of tomatoes and pulled Tang Yun out the door.