School grass he is too good

"There is still a writing brush homework, homework assigned by the interest class?" Cheng Tiao asked curiously, looking at Cheng Yue, whose hand was covered with ink.

He remembered that there are indeed quite a lot of interest classes for children nowadays, and it was not that there were no students in the elementary school class who were forced by their parents to learn piano and calligraphy.

But speaking of it, the worst thing was their sports committee, who was forced to learn aerobics even though the tonnage was not inferior to that of his younger brother.

hiss--

Cheng Tiao subconsciously took a deep breath, and now thinking of the other party's tight training clothes, he couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy.

Cheng Yue was not very proficient in holding the brush so much that he was painting rather than writing, and even when he was tracing the grid, he could splash ink on the grid: "No, this is a Chinese homework."

"Huh?" Cheng Tiao snorted softly. It's really rare to see him. He also wrote calligraphy once or twice before, but it was in art class at that time. I didn't expect that Chinese class is gradually becoming fashionable now. , he looked through the summer homework that Cheng Yue remembered and was still a little confused, "Is the happy summer vacation not enough for your teacher?"

"I still haven't finished writing more than 20 pages of happy summer vacation." Cheng Yue shook his fleshy hand, looking at the messy calligraphy with a sad face.

Cheng Tiao casually turned to the last page of "Happy Summer Vacation" and glanced, "There are only 35 pages in total. What have you been doing for more than a month?"

"Playing games." Cheng Yue said with his head down in embarrassment.

Wen Yancheng jumped up and looked at him subconsciously, pretending to be casual and asked casually: "Isn't it possible to prevent you from being addicted to minors?"

Cheng Yue was even more embarrassed, "I registered with my mother's ID card."

Cheng Tiao: "..."

He lowered his head and coughed as if nothing had happened, then sat calmly on the sofa and crossed his legs: "Okay, you can go to your happy summer vacation, and I will help you write the calligraphy and calligraphy."

"Thank you brother!" Cheng Yue's admiration for his brother was almost overwhelming. He felt that his brother must be the best brother in the world.

Cheng Tiao calmly sat on the small bench and drove his younger brother back to his room to do his homework. The main reason was that he hadn't touched this kind of thing for many years, so he was still a little curious for a while.

He picked up the calligraphy brush and dipped a little ink on the inkstone, then swiped the brush... The characters he wrote were uglier than Cheng Yue's.

He looked at the words he had written in disbelief, thinking that maybe his sitting posture was not very dignified, so he could write such ugly words.

After thinking about it, he took the copybook and sat on the higher chair, instead of crouching on the small bench as before.He straightened up, exhaled lightly, and then picked up a pen and wrote another big character, still too ugly to see.

After putting the brush on the inkstone, Cheng Tiao got up silently and walked around the living room to relieve his anxiety and embarrassment. When he passed the small table, he saw Cheng Yue's brand new row of brushes. watercolor brushes.

Cheng Tiao: "..."

It only took more than 20 minutes to paint all the copybooks, no, after writing, Cheng Tiao looked at the exquisite and beautiful words with great satisfaction.

He felt that he was too clever, and this was a seamless plan.

After being shocked by his own wisdom and talent, Cheng Tiao couldn't help but took out his mobile phone to take a photo and sent it to Lin Jian and Qi Huangjuan respectively.

Lin Jian probably happened to be playing with his mobile phone, so he replied the message soon.

[Lin Jian]: Your brother is quite a thief, and he knows how to paint with watercolor pens.

Cheng Tiao was in disbelief: "???"

[Cheng Youwei is particularly excellent]: How did you see that?

Lin Jian directly sent a voice message, and laughed muffledly on the other end of the phone, "Of course it's because I used to deal with teachers like this when I was young, but the colors of watercolor pens and brushes are still a little different. But don't panic, the general teacher is I won’t take it seriously. But once my grandfather found out, he was scolded by his ears.”

Cheng Tiao: "..."

It seems that he is still not as ruthless as these people in this kind of thing, he scratched the tip of his nose helplessly, in fact, what surprised him even more was that Lin Jian could do homework when he was a child.

When taking the copybook to dry in the sun, Cheng Tiao glanced at Cheng Yue's room with some guilt. After all, he was helping his younger brother with homework. There is no difference between holding a brush and a watercolor pen. He comforted him in his heart. look at yourself.

Five minutes later, he closed the copybook with a brush and put it on the table, made himself a pot of tea as if nothing had happened, and then turned on the TV.

"I'm so tired, I'll take a break." When Cheng Yue came out for activities, he found his brother was leisurely watching TV.Although there was a sense of gap in his heart, he didn't blame Cheng Tiao, he should do his own things.

Cheng Tiao calmly threw the copybook into Cheng Yue's arms, stared straight at the Digimon on TV and said without answering, "Okay."

Cheng Yue was a little surprised to open the copybook, and found that not only was every page full of writing, but also the handwriting was neat, "It's amazing, it's amazing speed!"

Hearing his younger brother's praise, Cheng Tiao coughed lightly, calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea. When he caught a glimpse of the black watercolor pen with the lid on the next table from the corner of his eye, his face suddenly changed.

"What's that?" Cheng Tiao asked, pointing behind Cheng Yue with a look of surprise.

"Is there anything?" Cheng Yue turned his head in a daze.

At this moment, Cheng Tiao took two steps forward, held the watercolor pen in his hand, and said solemnly, "Did you buy a new oil painting at home? It's pretty pretty."

Isn't that painting always there?Cheng Yue scratched his hair in confusion, and when he turned his head, he found that his brother ran from the sofa to the desk he moved outside at some point.

Cheng Tiao calmly hid his hand behind his back and closed the watercolor pen, then looked at the TV in front of him seriously, "The sofa is really too close to the display screen, so it's not good for eyesight, I'll tell you later Dad tell me."

"Is there?" Cheng Yue was a little puzzled, he thought this position was really good.

"Okay, if you're resting, go back and do your homework, or you won't be able to finish it." Cheng Tiao waved at him and drove him back into the room.

Then he looked at the watercolor pen in his hand and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he really did such a thing, he still had to maintain his majesty in front of his younger brother!

……

Cheng Tiao's supervision was generally very effective. In just one afternoon, Cheng Yue finished the book "Happy Summer Vacation", even when he tore up the answers.

After that, there were only seven weekly diaries left for Cheng Yue's homework. Cheng Tiao was very good at this thing, and gave him a lot of suggestions, and even gave him a few ranges in the end.

Therefore, under the advice of his brother, the themes of Cheng Yue's weekly journals are "Perfect Summer Lake Journey", "Northern Phoenix Peak's Sunrise Didn't Catch Up", "Kider Dun's Sunset Is Not Beautiful", "There Are So Many Bees in the Rapeseed Flower Field" Wait, I just collected seven articles for him.

Mr. Cheng found it quite interesting when he read the weekly diary while checking his homework, at least the content was very sincere.

Especially when the little friend pushed a beehive stupidly and asked what this thing was, the emotions described in that paragraph were very real.

After dinner, when he suddenly learned that a large part of the weekly diary was dictated by Cheng Tiao, Mr. Cheng looked at his eldest son with a look of disbelief, "What does your classmate think? The beehive? Didn't he hear anything when he approached?"

When Cheng Tiao recalled this incident, he pressed his temple subconsciously, "He thought there was a speaker hidden in that thing, and the signal was blocked, so he wanted to take a few shots to see if it could be fixed."

Mr. Cheng: "..." This brain circuit is quite exciting.

Recalling the scene of the two of them running wildly in the rapeseed field, and the terrified eyes of the people around them... If the person involved was not himself, Cheng Tiao felt that he could have fun for at least two days, what a fuck!

The sweat they shed at that time was all fucking water from that idiot Lin Jian's brain!

"Then the one who broke the chain of the bike on North Phoenix Peak was also your classmate?" Mr. Cheng asked curiously.

Cheng Tiao nodded expressionlessly.

It's obviously a small yellow bike, but that guy Lin Jian rode like a mountain bike. If the chain fell off, he could still repair it, but it just broke.

It's fine if you don't see the sunrise, and they paid a hundred and fifty for the chain when they went back.

"And this classmate who insisted on wearing flip-flops to watch the sunrise at Jiaoerdun, but slipped and rolled them down the slope, was also your classmate?" Mr. Cheng asked again.

Cheng Tiao's face was expressionless, no, his expression was a little broken at the moment, he closed his eyes and nodded with some breakdown.

Fortunately, the haystacks were piled high at the bottom of the slope, and they just rolled into the haystacks. There was nothing wrong with them except a little pricking, otherwise he would have strangled that idiot to death.

Mr. Cheng sat on the sofa in silence for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back and said, "Tiaotiao, you are careless in making friends."

Cheng Yue nodded in agreement, he thought so too.

……

Before going to bed that night, he sent Lin Jian a message.

[Cheng Youwei is particularly excellent]: Let's treat it as if we don't know each other from now on. (bye.gif)

[Lin Jian]:? ? ?

[Lin Jian]: What did I do wrong again? (crying.GIF)

[Lin Jian]: I was wrong, I apologize! (crazy kowtow.GIF)

[Cheng Weiwei is particularly excellent]: ... Cheap, can you tell me why you are so humble?

[Lin Jian]: Can you tell me first, what did I do wrong? ! !

[Cheng Youwei is particularly excellent]: You are right, it's just that my father doesn't let me play with Han Pi. (smile.GIF)

[Lin Jian]: ...

[Stupid Lin Jianjian]: I won't hear from you again within eight hours, hum! ! !

Cheng Tiao had just finished changing the notes when he saw this one, and couldn't help laughing out loud. He hugged his phone and laughed under the covers for a while before sending the last message.

[Cheng Youwei is very excellent]: Good night~

The author has something to say: Tiaotiao sighed a little helplessly: You and I were never meant to be, it was all because of my bewitching

I believe this trip to H province has left an indelible impression on both Jianjian and Xiuer~

Thanks to Sanri Yue Zongjin, Yesterday, Jun Moxiao, Yan Chenchen, and Chong Ya for their nutrient solution, thank you everyone~