In Sunday's composition tutoring class, the top students at Bailifang Primary School not only failed to make up for it, but shed a lot of blood.

Lei Ruirui had been in a trance during class on Monday, and he had miscalculated a small problem of calculating the shadow area of a circle on stage, and then Teacher Shan asked Xu Fengfan to make persistent efforts, but Xu Fengfan also collapsed. In the end, Teacher Shan saw that the whole class was stupid, and he could only use Lin Miao's big killer. Lin Miao went up and made some troubles, and finally found that it was Mr. Shan's own misunderstanding of the question, and after helping to change a contradictory condition in the expression, he finally solved the question. Then Teacher Shan didn't change his face, saying that he deliberately made a mistake in the question, and the whole class was scum except for Lin Miao, and he didn't even see such an obvious problem!

Xu Fengfan was very angry after hearing this, and went directly to the parking lot after school.

Lin Miao felt that Xu Fengfan would have to pay the price for his actions today tomorrow, because this fool escaped today's duty.

Lin Miao, who enjoyed super privileges and never had to clean, happily went to pick up Li Xiao, and then the two of them went to the small broken house of COSCO's calligraphy class together. The high-priced tuition tuition of 500 yuan a semester is obviously impossible to only have classes on Sunday mornings. In fact, the vast majority of children who learn calligraphy in the COSCO class do not go to class on weekends. The main school time for these children is basically after school every school day. There are usually two classes a week, and the time is divided into two periods: before 6 o'clock and before 6 o'clock.

For example, like Lin Miao and Li Xiao, the current class time is 4:30 to 6:00 p.m. on Monday, and 8:30 to 10:30 a.m. on Sunday morning, and like Lei Ruirui, who used to learn calligraphy at COSCO's house, according to Miss Rarity, she is from 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. on Wednesday and 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. on Friday - there is no doubt that in the local primary school in the early 90s, schoolwork was so easy, even if it was the so-called sixth-grade graduating class, there were at most three classes in the afternoon, and school was out before 4:30 at the latest.

When Lin Miao and Li Xiao arrived at COSCO's calligraphy class, the room was already overcrowded, and there was no place to sit.

COSCO even had to give up its desk for the children to practice calligraphy.

There are children at all stages of learning in the classroom, the weakest chickens such as Li Xiao, who can't read a basket of big characters, and can't hold a pencil steadily, so they come to Li Lian to draw red first, and the more powerful children have begun to prepare to participate in provincial and even national calligraphy competitions for primary school students - these seed players are generally practiced from the first grade of primary school to the sixth grade or even the first and second years of junior high school, and when they reach the third year of junior high school, it is impossible to have time to do this.

COSCO has now cultivated Lin Miao as a super seeded player, but objectively speaking, Lin Miao's brush level, which is not even at the entry level, is still at least three or five years away from the competition level. After all, calligraphy is not as good as the Elementary School Olympiad, no matter how strong Lin Miao's innate advantages are, he has to practice it little by little, and there is no shortcut to be one step ahead.

Seeing Dao Lin Miao pulling his sister over, COSCO immediately finished correcting a child's homework, and then casually praised a few words, and coaxed the innocent child to smile, and bounced home with his schoolbag on his back.

The vacated seats, of course, gave priority to Lin Miao and Li Xiao - two small things that were a little big, and the two of them shared a seat, which didn't seem particularly crowded. Then less than ten minutes later, when the other child was sent home by COSCO, Lin Miao and Li Xiao each had an independent seat.

COSCO stood behind Lin Miao with a smile and watched him paint red, and couldn't help but admire Lin Miao's outstanding talent. Even if it is just a red drawing, in one stroke, you can see with the naked eye the obvious progress from the beginning to the future. Write one page a word, thirty words a page, the further back, the higher Lin Miao's proficiency in the pen, and the more the words written down become more and more tenable.

If this child can be brought out in the future, it will be really face-saving.

Lin Guorong's son, a prodigy, learned big characters from Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will write for people in the future, and each word can be worth thousands of yuan if you say less, right?

"COSCO!" Master COSCO was enjoying himself when a shout suddenly came from outside the classroom.

COSCO couldn't help frowning, very dissatisfied with the other party's rude behavior of calling him by name, and then turned his head, but immediately changed to a smiling face, so enthusiastic that he almost opened his gums.

"Director Lin, are you still here to pick up the children so busy?" COSCO hurriedly greeted him.

Lao Lin didn't enter the door either, glanced into the house, and saw that Lin Miao and Li Xiao were both writing, so he took out the bag of soft China, took out two sticks, and handed one to COSCO. COSCO took it with a smile and gave it to Lao Lin first.

Two calligraphy enthusiasts stood on the side of the road, gossiping and gossiping about the children in the house.

Lao Lin smoked two-thirds of his cigarette and threw the long cigarette butt to the ground.

COSCO looked distressed, but felt that if he was reluctant to take these two mouthfuls, he would look very forceful, and then thought that his cigarette was given by Lao Lin anyway, so his heart knotted, threw half of the cigarette to the ground, stepped on it, and followed Lao Lin into the house.

Lao Lin walked straight behind Lin Miao, touched Lin Miao's head, and asked, "Little rabbit, how long do you have to write?"

Lin Miao turned her head, her eyes were more layered than Secretary Dakang, and threatened: "Dad, if you call me a little rabbit again, I will die to show you." ”

Lao Lin's sense of humor was limited, and he immediately straightened his face and said, "Such a young child, why do you say death at every turn?"

Li Xiao laughed quietly when he heard it, turned his head to look at Lin Miao, and shouted mischievously: "Little rabbit." ”

Lin Miao: "Eh~"

Lao Lin: "......"

COSCO followed up from behind and said to Lao Lin: "Director Lin, the child has only been here for less than an hour, what are you doing at night, so anxious?"

Lao Lin pointed to Li Xiao and said: "My daughter still has to learn piano at night, their mother has not been at home for the past two days, and no one has to cook dinner, I took them to dinner early, just to learn the piano." ”

In the classroom, a group of children looked at the old forest.

COSCO asked, "It's expensive to learn the piano, right?"

Lao Lin smiled: "Generally, it is only 2,000 yuan a semester, which is about the same as studying with you for two years." ”

COSCO was full of discomfort when he heard this.

Lao Lin raised his hand and looked at the time, feeling that he was almost late, so he simply interrupted Lin Miao and Li Xiao's calligraphy class, urging the two of them: "Go back and write in the evening, Dad will change it for you." ”

The corners of Zhongyuan's mouth twitched, uncomfortable ×2.

Lin Miao was very crisp, and with a snort, Ma Li packed his schoolbag.

After the two children were tidied up, COSCO pointlessly sent a family of three out.

Walking to the door, Lao Lin saw the long cigarette butt on the ground, turned back to Zhongyuan and said: "COSCO, your cigarette is too wasteful, what about Soft China, how many pieces of a cigarette, you just ruined it for me?"

COSCO's smile suddenly froze.

Lao Lin shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, I won't give you cigarettes in the future, you are not a smoker." ”

COSCO wants to cry without tears, and it is difficult to explain.

After Lao Lin bullied Master COSCO, he took Lin Miao and Li Xiaopian away.

The family of three walked less than 30 meters, stopped a tricycle, and went straight to the Children's Palace on Hubin Road.

Lin Miao asked strangely, "Dad, don't you go to dinner first?"

Lao Lin showed a lewd smile: "I asked an aunt to eat together." ”

Lin Miao saw Lao Lin's expression of wanting to capture the good family, and immediately asked vigilantly, "Which aunt?"

Lao Lin's smile became more and more springy, and he replied: "You also know the mother of the little girl who went to the recording with you." ”

Bang!

Lin Miao's mind thundered.

My mother has only been away from home for a day and a half!

You're going to take your son to hook up with a pretty widow, aren't you a little too anxious?

And by the way, how did you ask her out, such a superb flirtatious skill, why did you never teach me?

Am I your own son?