This Saturday was the ninth time for me to tutor Ma. His father
boosted my salary a little bit, (the salary I asked originally was
much higher then the average,) I don’t know why, but it does
encourage me. Of course I got the money from his brother, I only
saw his father for 3 or 4 times, each time he came in a hurry,
then, disappeared in a flash.

That morning, Ma came out from the bedroom with his hair messed
up, as if he was just got out of bed. I told him to go and comb his
hair. he argued “Do you think I just got
up?” I said it again “go and
have your hair combed.” When he came back I asked
him to take his homework out. He said “I don’t
think I would like to do my homework today, I get a
stomach.” Then I asked him if he want to stop
today’s class, or cut it shorter. To my surprise he said
“no”. I feel so strange at the
very beginning, later I got the point—maybe he is just in a
passion, like all the other teenagers.

So I told him we would refer to the text firstly, he said okay.
Initially, he evinced his displeasure by scowling. I pretend to
have not seen it, about 5 minutes later, he put his hand which was
covered her belly before, onto the desk, when I saw this I knew
everything was okay now. Then, the whole class went on smoothly, at
the second period he took out the homework by himself and finished
it.

Tomorrow, I’ll revise his bad way of hand writing.