"Qingqing, you are here... Yu Changbai, are you going to piss me to death? Why did you come here to do again? How much work can a child do? Hurry up and do my homework..."

Tang Yuanyuan walked out of the kitchen and greeted Ye Qingqing first, but when she saw her younger brother, she immediately turned into a roar of the Hedong lion and grabbed the little guy's fat big ear and scolded him. It seemed that the child hadn't sneaked over to help one after another or two.

"It hurts...sister...it's mercy, my ears are about to break, and I'm done all my homework." Yu Changbai begs for mercy in pain.

"I went to read the book after I finished it. The teacher said that your composition can be improved a little more. I used too few beautiful words and read more composition templates. I bought so many for you, but you didn't read a single one!" Tang Yuanyuan continued to shout.

Yu Changbai rolled his eyes helplessly and retorted: "Sister, those so-called excellent essays in the composition templates are all soulless. What you need most to write articles is your own thoughts and language, not to be piled up with gorgeous words. Such articles look good, but without soul, just like wooden beauty, not as good as you, sister."

Ye Qingqing twitched the corners of her mouth, and she held back and didn't laugh out loud. This child was sweet when he was young, and coaxing girls was a natural master, so he would not have to worry about marrying a wife in the future.

Tang Yuanyuan couldn't help but touch her face. She had been smoky in the kitchen these days and her skin was oily. She turned around and made a pearl mask to remove oil. But she soon realized that this was a dead boy diverting her attention. She used some strength on her hands and shouted: "It's useless to flatter her. Anyway, I heard from the teacher, and the teacher said that your composition is not good."

Yu Changbai sighed and argued: "Sister, do you think the editor is good or my teacher is good?"

Tang Yuanyuan choked, and Ye Qingqing rushed to answer, "Of course, the editor is good, but he is professional."

"Sister Qingqing is wise. Sister, think about it, the editor has affirmed my article and published it in the publication, which shows that what I said is right. Writing an article is not a pile of beautiful words and sentences, but requires true feelings. Even in the simplest language, you can write a good article."

Yu Changbai was righteous and did not say anything like an eight-year-old child at all. Ye Qingqing couldn't help looking at him with admiration.

Damn, is this kid also a genius?

Tang Yuanyuan frowned and couldn't refute it because she also felt that her younger brother was right, but the Chinese teacher had to listen to what he said.

"Then why don't you tell the teacher about publishing articles? In this way, your teacher won't always talk about compositions to me." Tang Yuanyuan glared at me angrily.

Dad Tang couldn't find anyone all day long, so the Chinese teacher came to her and said earnestly that Yu Changbai's other grades were very good, but his Chinese was not satisfactory, which made Tang Yuanyuan feel embarrassed.

Yu Changbai looked at his sister speechlessly, alas... what can I do in the future with this IQ?

Fortunately, Brother Tiedan is not very smart either, so it’s good to be with his sister.

"Sister, the Chinese teacher has organized a composition cram school at home. It costs 500 yuan per semester, and I will go to attend classes for one day on the weekend. She wants you to pay the five hundred yuan." Yu Changbai directly expressed the purpose of the Chinese teacher.

Who made his sister still not understand what the Chinese teacher meant?

Tang Yuan widened her eyes. She really couldn't hear it. She was very grateful to the Chinese teacher for her attention to her younger brother. Unexpectedly, it was for money.

"Then why I paid the money so that she would always look for me." Tang Yuanyuan hesitated.
Chapter completed!