I'll hand over the system soon.

After eating, before Tu Wanyun could say anything else, Sancho rubbed oil on his soles and left.

The place of escape was not somewhere else, but the study room, of course his own study room.

The original owner still has the right to have his own study room.

After sitting in the study for a while, Sancho first tried to see if he could get something from the secret realm.

However, after trying for a long time, she finally had to admit that Yuxiao probably had jet lag with her again and had not yet arrived in this plane.

Of course, Yuxiao's arrival or absence would not affect her from following her plan step by step.

Taking out a few basic books from the bookshelf that were almost stained with dust, Sancho accepted his fate and began to recite and memorize the words in the book like a beginner.

When Sang Yunli came to Sancho's study in anger, he saw such a scene.

Under the not-so-bright candlelight, a slightly thin body sat on the chair, reading seriously to the book in his hand, stopping from time to time, frowning and thinking.

The anger in Sang Yunli's heart was slightly extinguished by this scene.

However, when he heard the specific content of Sancho's recitation, the anger that had just subsided suddenly rose again.

Kicking open the study door, Sang Yunli glared at Sancho who was looking at him angrily: "I asked you to wait for me in my study, why don't you go!"

Sancho raised the book in his hand and said, "I want to make progress, but I don't have time to wait in my father's study."

"Moving forward? This is what you call making progress!" Sang Yunli stepped over in a few steps, grabbed the book in Sancho's hand and threw it to the ground.

"A three-year-old can memorize a book, but you still can't memorize it, and you can't even read it fluently. Is this what you call progress?!"

Glancing at the book on the ground, Sancho calmly stood up to pick it up, "My son was a little ridiculous a few years ago, but now he has realized his mistake, so he picked up the book again. The son thought that his father would support his son, After all, it’s not too late to make amends, isn’t it?”

In this case, Mr. Fang from the academy could be stunned in the morning, but now facing Sang Yunli, his brain circuit is obviously the same as Lu Yuncheng, and he only thinks that Sancho is trying to cajole him with good words. , wanting to escape punishment.

"Son, you still want to lie to me and make progress? Did you make progress in the arms of the prostitute in Chunfeng Tower!" Sang Yunli was so angry that he even wanted to kick Sancho.

Of course, Sancho also avoided it.

The upper hand and the upper foot are different. If you can't hold the hand in the former, you won't be able to hold it back. If you can't hold the latter in, you'll end up with a big heel, ranging from a bruised nose and swollen face to a cracked coccyx.

She didn't want Sang Yunli to stay in bed just yet, so after avoiding Sang Yunli's kick, Sancho turned around again and was about to fall, and Sang Yunli helped steady him.

After standing firm, Sang Yunli pushed Sancho away, his sanity completely burned away by anger.

"You traitor! You are so traitorous and you dare to hide!"

When the kick failed, Sang Yunli raised his hand again. Today, Sancho was going to learn a lesson.

Sancho, who was temporarily unable to withstand Sang Yunli physically, decisively took a few steps back and said, "Father."

"Come here!" The extremely angry Sang Yunli didn't want to hear what Sancho had to say. He just wanted to slap him first and regain the face he had just lost.

Sancho raised his voice and said, "Father! If you don't believe your son, you might as well make a bet with your son. If your son loses, your son will receive double the amount of today's punishment."

The bet mentioned by Sancho attracted Sang Yunli's attention, and his rationality returned a little. He flicked his sleeves and locked his eyes on Sancho: "What do you want to bet on?!"

Sancho: "Bet that my son can get the first place in the four cadet classes in the annual examination at the end of the year."

As soon as Sancho finished speaking, he heard Sang Yunli taunting him.

"Ha, you said you want to get first place in your class in the annual exam at the end of the year?"

"Do you think I am so fooled that you will be fooled by your poor excuse so that you can escape today's punishment?"

Sang Yunli didn't believe a word of Sancho's words.

Sancho didn't expect Sang Yunli to believe him, so he took out two pieces of paper from the desk, with the bet already signed on them.

"If dad doesn't believe it, then just write a letter as proof. The son's name has already been signed, so it's time for dad to leave."

Before these two documents were brought out, Sang Yunli really didn't believe it.

But after seeing these two extremely formal words, Sang Yunli admitted that he was still a little frightened.

He doubtfully pulled up a piece of paper and looked at it carefully. Before he could see the content clearly, he was shocked by the handwriting on the paper.

Sang Yunli, who hadn't checked Sancho's homework in countless years, looked at Sancho in surprise, "When did you practice calligraphy so well?"

I saw the words on the paper, the pen was strong and vigorous, the dragons and phoenixes were dancing, and the words were good.

Sancho did not reply to him, but asked: "Does father trust his son now?"

As for the handwriting...

At first, her handwriting was pretty, but it was in a graceful style, and it was definitely not as sharp and powerful as it is now.

However, after experiencing more planes, and after modifying her body, the system returned those memories to her, and her handwriting naturally changed.

Sang Yunli was already quite doubtful, but after seeing the words on the paper, he looked at Sancho with admiration.

They scholars somewhat believe in the saying that words are like people. Sancho's handwriting can be so good. It is not impossible for him to say that he wants to make progress.

After all, if you want to write well, it takes a lot of effort.

So is this son, whom he has never paid much attention to, actually working hard in private?

Rather than insisting on punishing Sancho, Sang Yunli certainly hopes that Sancho can really make progress and become a son who can bring him glory like his eldest son Sang Qi.

He, Sang Yunli, only had two sons in total, so how could he withstand the waste.

With this in mind, Sang Yunli quickly took the pen and signed his name on both papers.

After putting away his share, Sang Yunli said without squinting: "I hope you can keep your word, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes."

"Father, just watch."

After dealing with Sang Yunli, Sancho picked up the book without any change and sat down to continue reading, looking unfazed.

Sang Yunli, who had not gone far, turned around and saw Sancho reading a book seriously, and nodded happily.

Come to think of it, my second son hadn't awakened before, so it's not surprising that the man awakened later.

Sancho's handwriting is so good and his comprehension is not bad. It seems that Sang Yunli will have an outstanding son again.

With this delicate mood, Sang Yunli stepped out of Tu Wanyun's yard and turned to Meng Yao's yard.

In the courtyard, Meng Yao was talking to his son Sang Qi. When he saw Sang Yunli, he stood up and went to greet her. At the same time, he said to the nanny beside him: "You can pass the dishes around."

Sang Yunli frowned slightly when he heard this, and said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me? Qi'er has gone to school all day, why doesn't he eat earlier?"