The classmates at the tutoring center each made their guesses.
"Teacher Han, has something happened to Teacher Meng?"
"Is she sick? What illness? It's not too severe, is it?
…
Han Muyang forced a smile, "No, Teacher Meng isn't sick. They have gone out to handle a matter, and if everything goes smoothly, they should be back soon. Let's talk about your tutoring for now. Those who wish to continue, please study hard; those who don't can come and register with me."
"I want to continue, Teacher Han. Your classes are beneficial for me too."
"I want to continue as well. Not to mention anything else, the study atmosphere here is good. Even without a teacher, I find value in being here."
"Right, and there's also a five-yuan meal subsidy, isn't there? But now we won't get to eat Teacher Meng's noodles; we'll have to go buy our own food."
"By that logic, Teacher Meng's five-yuan per bowl noodles are worth at least ten yuan…"
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Han Muyang, "..."
