"Yes, elder, I am Jiang Xue." Jiang Xue laughed, inviting the pair of large and small into the room, and then asked about the child’s situation.
The child is still in preschool but is already in the senior class. The elder thinks the child’s handwriting isn’t good, so they want him to learn.
Previously, because there was no place specially to teach children writing, he had no choice but to teach himself. As for the school teachers, since they have many children to teach, they can’t take care of each child individually.
As soon as Jiang Xue heard that the child wanted to learn writing, she immediately took out a notebook and asked him to write a few characters for her to see.
As soon as the child started writing, Jiang Xue knew where the problem lay. So, she smiled and said to the elder, "The child’s posture in holding the pen is incorrect, so the characters he writes don’t look good. As long as he masters the correct posture, I believe it won’t take long for his writing to improve."
"I see, then I’ll trouble the teacher. I wonder, if the child comes to your place for classes, how is the tuition fee calculated?"
"Elder, this is how it is. The tuition fee here is five yuan per class, each class being one hour." Jiang Xue mentioned her tuition fee, and the elder hesitated upon hearing it, asking, "Teacher Jiang, could the tuition fee be a little cheaper?"
"Elder, my tuition fees are already quite cheap. Moreover, as long as your child learns to write here, he can also take calligraphy exams and the like in the future."
"I see, then I’ll go back and consider it."
"Alright, come back once you’ve made up your mind." Jiang Xue wasn’t concerned either. She knew she was the first to open a calligraphy class, and indeed the tuition wasn’t cheap. It made sense for the other party to think it over, and besides, she could wait.
Once the first inquiry comes, there’ll be a second day. Over the course of an afternoon, there were quite a few inquiries, though only two or three actually paid the tuition fee.
But Jiang Xue wasn’t discouraged, as every beginning is difficult. Currently, her reputation wasn’t widely known, except among some people in the painting and calligraphy circles; others didn’t know her name at all.
When it comes to fame, Jiang Xue wasn’t in a hurry. She believed that if she taught well, parents would naturally spread her name.
Busy until the afternoon, when the school was about to dismiss, Jiang Xue went to a school to hand out flyers. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fıre·net
After distributing the flyers, it was already late, and Jiang Xue finally rode her bike home.
However, she didn’t know that someone had been waiting for her all afternoon at the library, and that person was Shangguan Wenbin.
The previous day, after returning to school, Shangguan Wenbin noticed that Jiang Xue’s eyes looked similar to his. So, that night, he called his grandmother and told the elder about this.
The elder immediately thought of her late daughter and told Shangguan Wenbin that he had an aunt, but she had passed away more than twenty years ago.
As for the girl Shangguan Wenbin mentioned, Old Madam Shangguan thought she might be the daughter of her late daughter because the family her daughter married into had the surname Jiang.
When Shangguan Wenbin heard that Jiang Xue might be his cousin, he was overjoyed. Taking advantage of having no classes the next afternoon, he went to the library early to wait.
Unexpectedly, he waited all afternoon but didn’t see Jiang Xue, leading to great disappointment.
As he was leaving, he kept turning back, hoping to see Jiang Xue.
Regretfully, Jiang Xue never went, so naturally, he couldn’t see her.