Huang Ling thought Wang Yue seemed to have a point, so she immediately opened the door and came out. With a cold expression, she said, "Zhuang Chaoying, I think Wang Yue is right. We're neighbors, and I don't mind you helping them. Just take them straight to the school and borrow a classroom to teach them properly.
"Don't worry. I can take care of the two kids myself, and I'll do a fine job. I don't need your help. Just focus on tutoring them!"
Huang Ling deliberately spoke loudly enough for all the neighbors to hear. She wanted to make sure nobody else came to their house for tutoring in the future.
Zhuang Chaoying thought Huang Ling was being utterly unreasonable. His face flushed red, then turned pale, but in the end, he nodded and said, "Fine. I'll have them go back to the classroom for tutoring."
As he spoke, Zhuang Chaoying grabbed his things and went out without even eating.
When Zhuang Chaoying passed Li Yiming's house, he told them that tutoring would be moved to a classroom at school. Then he went back to school to speak with the principal.
The principal didn't mind lending them a classroom. After all, Zhuang Chaoying was sacrificing his own time, and tidying up the classroom was the students' responsibility. He'd also earn himself a good reputation for free, so why not?
Zhuang Chaoying had been hoping that if the principal refused to lend them a classroom, he could use that as an excuse to stop tutoring. But to his surprise, the principal agreed. He even called the Director of Student Affairs over and gave them a classroom near the school gate, telling the students to take their belongings home after class.
With the principal having already made the arrangements, Zhuang Chaoying