I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

"Don't inquire about social affairs."

Yu Feiwan snorted softly, determined not to mention it in detail.

Can she say that she also got detention in her second grade math class?

Perhaps, this is more or less related to genetics.

The corners of Lin Haihong's eyes were slightly curved, and a smile appeared on his lips, as if he had guessed the answer.

He didn't ask any more questions, but naturally changed the subject and told interesting things about the class, his voice as soft and shallow as the breeze blowing through his fingertips.

The sunset on the horizon fell softly on the two of them, reflecting the smiling faces of Yu Feiwan and Lin Haihong, warm and soft.

Lin Haihong is best at reading, but he has never been obsessed with reading.

Therefore, every story told by Lin Haihong has a touch of elegant humor.

Chatting about interesting things under the sunset, it seems as if the whole world is standing still, and it seems like time is passing extremely fast.

"It's not too late."

When Yu Feiwan was leaning forward and backward with suppressed laughter, Yu Ping hugged her from behind like a nestling returning to the forest, rubbing her shoulders affectionately.

Lin Haihong looked sideways at the scene in front of him, feeling peaceful and gentle in his heart.

This is his family, too.

Save him from fire and water, let him see that the light of life is ahead and tenderness is behind him.

It’s enough to keep these bits and pieces in your heart forever.

"Where's Jiaojiao?"

Yu Feiwan rubbed Yu Ping's fingertips out of habit and asked softly.

Yu Ping looked tired and lazy. "She is still correcting wrong questions."

"Teacher Chen is so cruel." Yu Ping suddenly moved closer to Yu Feiwan, looked around cautiously, and complained softly.

"It's really cruel."

"Look, my palms are red."

Yu Ping sniffed gently and said pitifully.

Yu Feiwan lowered his head slightly, breathed a few times like a child, and said comfortingly, "Teacher Chen also wants Pingping to study harder, and she has good intentions."

"Pingping is not allowed to hold grudges in her heart."

Once there is hatred towards the teacher of a certain subject, that subject is completely doomed.

Only by being close to one's teacher can one trust one's teachings and enjoy one's learning.

"Shh!"

"Fei Wan, please keep your voice down."

"I don't hold a grudge, it just hurts a little. I still like Teacher Chen very much."

"Hmph, blow it for me again."

Yu Ping spread her palms and pressed them against Yu Feiwan's lips.

Seeing that Yu Ping's words didn't seem to be fake, Yu Feiwan also breathed a sigh of relief. He worked hard and willingly used various childish methods to coax Yu Ping.

Lin Haihong looked down at his white hands, thinking to himself when he would be able to let cousin Fei Wan coax him. However, it was too difficult for the teacher to punish him.

Ugh……

It's not easy to be punished, Hai Hong sighed.

Yu Feiwan caught a glimpse of Lin Haihong with a distressed look out of the corner of his eye, and took time out of his busy schedule to ask, "What are you worried about?"

Lin Haihong was speechless.

After a while, Yu Fengjiao also came out of the classroom with red eyes and a schoolbag on her back, her little shoulders still twitching.

Next to Yu Fengjiao is Teacher Chen.

Teacher Chen lowered his head and warned as he walked.

Yu Ping saw Teacher Chen's figure from a distance. She instantly stood straighter than the poplar tree striving for the upper reaches. Her energy changed drastically, as if she was a different person.

Yu Feiwan suppressed his laughter and looked a little twitchy.

Pingping, who had been leaning on her shoulder just now, complaining that her hands ached, her arms were tired, her stomach was hungry, seemed to have swallowed a panacea in the blink of an eye.

Yu Feiwan thought, even if Teacher Chen ordered Pingping to run 1000 meters now, Pingping would not even blink.

This is the power of teachers. "Hello teacher."

Yu Ping said hello obediently.

Teacher Chen nodded and smiled.

Just when Yu Feiwan thought she was about to pass by, Teacher Chen waved to her off guard, "Feiwan."

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Yu Feiwan followed Teacher Chen.

After making sure that there was a small distance between them and the sound could not be transmitted, Teacher Chen sighed and said quietly, "Teacher, I see that among the children in your family, you are the backbone, with a stable temperament and the demeanor of a young adult. They all also I listen to you, so the teacher wants to talk to you about something."

"About Pingping and Fengjiao?" Yu Feiwan's heart sank involuntarily.

"It's mainly about Fengjiao." Teacher Chen's voice seemed to be dyed with twilight, and it was heavy.

"Although Pingping is not very smart, she is down-to-earth and not impetuous. She is also positive and optimistic. She takes it one step at a time and keeps up with the progress and enters higher education step by step."

"Perhaps after laying a solid foundation, her performance will be even better."

"I have great confidence in Pingping."

"But Fengjiao is different."

"The teacher is not treating one thing favorably or another, he just wants to understand more and prescribe the right medicine."

"Pingping said that your father is in hospital and your mother is too busy to touch the ground, so I will talk to you first."

"During this period, I observed that Fengjiao's child is impatient. As an underachiever, being impatient is definitely not a good thing."

"The more impatient you are, the less stable you will be."

"Also, did she put too much pressure on herself?"

"You can give me more advice when you get home. You won't become fat after just one meal."

"Diligence can make up for weakness, but talent and enlightenment are also indispensable."

"Don't push her too hard."

Yu Feiwan heard what Teacher Chen meant.

I'm afraid Yu Fengjiao is really not good at studying.

13 years old.

It stands to reason that with the mental development level of a 13-year-old, he can fully cope with the learning difficulty of second grade.

In fact, she also discovered it.

Lin Haihong explained the same topic in a simple and profound way. Yu Ping could draw inferences after fully grasping the knowledge points, but Yu Fengjiao could not.

For Yu Fengjiao, a question is just a question.

Change the number, change the question, and it's a completely new question.

Maybe I really have no talent in learning.

"Feiwan, the teacher has no other intentions, and has never thought of giving up on Fengjiao."

"I just want to say that all roads lead to Rome."

"With you and Haihong Zhuyu in front, Pingping and Fengjiao will inevitably catch up, but talent is something that cannot be compensated by chasing."

"The teacher is also worried that Fengjiao will push the string in her heart too tight and hurt herself instead."

"That's all for today. It's getting late, so you should go home early."

"After a while, when you have some free time at home, I might pay a home visit."

Teacher Chen reached out and patted Yu Feiwan on the shoulder and walked forward.

For a short while, Yu Ping and Yu Fengjiao's hearts were raised high and their little ears were raised high, but they could not hear anything.

As soon as Teacher Chen left, he became timid.

In the end, Yu Ping took a small step and grabbed Yu Feiwan's sleeve. Ai Ai was frightened, "Did Teacher Chen file a complaint?"

"Is it because Fengjiao and I's performance dissatisfied Teacher Chen?"

Because of fear, Yu Ping's voice unconsciously took on a crying tone.

The big round eyes were filled with mist silently.

(End of this chapter)