Chapter Forty-Eight: Yan Bianzhao doesn't take reading as a thing

Yan Bianzhao's learning consciousness is much farther away from his old sister, and if the classwork is not for the teacher's daily inventory and correction, he will definitely be able to do it, and he will be able to avoid it.

The homework teacher only asks to do it, and only writes a "check" if he doesn't mark it much. This gave Yan Bianzhao a good opportunity to mix up and fake. Yan Bianxi went home to do housework, there was no time to spare, and when he returned home, he was mostly free, but he didn't study, he was all playing. Most of the time, when Yan Bianxi finished his homework at night, he took it and copied it perfunctorily.

He doesn't like to open his mouth to read, he only looks at the texts that the teacher asks him to memorize, and most of the time he doesn't even bother to read and listens to the old sister with his ears, so it can be said that most of the texts he memorized in his stomach are read by the old sister for him.

One thing worth affirming, his memory is indeed amazing, others read a class and stutter an article, he only needs to listen to his old sister read it three or four times, and he can memorize it word for word.

If he points to a paragraph or a sentence in a text that he is familiar with, he will not be able to read it, and the shape and sound of some of the words will not match. Reciting the same thing as the monk.

He doesn't like to write by hand, and he often asks his sister to help him complete his homework like copying words. Sometimes Yan Bian likes to catch his narrowness and doesn't write for him, and he has no choice but to write very reluctantly.

The so-called lazy people love to play lazy ideas, he came up with a way to complete the task quickly, hold two pens side by side, and write two words at a time. In this way, he always completed the task of copying in front of Yan Bianxi. After he finished writing, he took the words to Yan Bianxi to show off: "Don't rely on your rotten eggs to drink the soup, I finished copying it, and I finished copying it before you!"

Yan Bianxi looked up and saw that Yan Bianzhao had really finished copying, and she looked suspicious: "So fast, it can't be that I asked my father for help, right?"

"Which eye did you see me go out, which eye saw my father come in, how did he copy it for me?"

"You won't be so positive!" Yan Bianxi continued.

"I have a fast writing method, come, tell you that you are not afraid of pleasing you, you can also learn the advanced method of fast writing that I invented. See, holding two pens at a time like I can write two words. ”

"So that's the case, no wonder I wrote some words like this, like locusts playing in the water and ghosts drawing omens. I'll tell my dad to go if you're so lazy. Yan Bianxi really ran to his father to complain.

Yan Yongnong came and asked: "Cub, how can you finish writing your words?" Yan Bian Zhao humbly told his father how to complete the copying task, but Yan Yongnong was greatly appreciative when he heard it: "My son is really smart enough to come up with such an advanced method." Ouch, my son is a brain, creative, talented, and will make great achievements in the future!"

"Dad, the teacher said that copying new words is to memorize new words in my heart, copying once is worth reading ten times, and it is also for practicing words well. And he is purely there to complete the task. I'm sure he didn't remember them all. Yan Bianxi said.

"Ahh Tomorrow, you're a nerd after you've finished reading, and it's useless. Yan Yongnong scolded Yan Bianxi.

Yan Bianzhao was encouraged by his father, and the writing task assigned by the teacher was to write words after class, generally there were eight or nine new words, and one word was written one line.

There are nine squares on the last line of the word book, that is, a new word is written nine times. Yan Bianzhao thought that it would be nice if he could write nine words at a time, but his hands could not hold nine pens side by side, at most three pens, and he finally conceived a writing tool that could write nine words at a time.

His father helped him make this tool, using two thin planks on the top and bottom, each with nine holes just stuck in the pen, of course, the interval between the two holes was measured, so that the words written on the tip of the pen were just in the grid. He just held the pencil in the middle and wrote the rest of the words, and copied them out.

It is conceivable that his handwriting is bad, and the teacher does not know that he writes with his own writing tools, and teaches him every time he reads his handwriting: "Write hard, hold the pen tightly, and write hard." ”

The teacher criticized him so much that he didn't make any progress: "Didn't your father feed you? ”

Yan Bianzhao saw that his old sister's grades were good and his grades were poor, especially when the teacher always compared Yan Bianxi with him, so that he knew that he was a big step behind his old sister in learning.

The classmates also laughed at him mercilessly: It's really useless to be an elder brother, and you can't read a younger sister.

He was very touched, and he also wanted to catch up with the old sister, and he dreamed of surpassing the old sister.

In the evening, when he saw Yan Bianxi concentrating on his homework under the oil lamp, he took out his homework to do it even if he was not steady, but he couldn't write three words qualitatively, and a pen kept turning, spinning, and tumbling between his hands.

Nails popped out of the stool and stabbed him in the buttocks, making him uncomfortable. He kept getting in the position, taking the ball and slapping it on the ground and the table tennis ball against the wall.

If he can sit in his seat for a while, it is that he has not finished the snacks he brought, and he keeps peeling peanuts, melon seeds, and beans, and eats loudly.

And no matter how much you bring, you have to eat it all in one go before you start writing, and after eating, you can't write a word or two and go to get something to eat.

Sometimes he also divided some of the things he brought and put them in front of Yan Bianxi, Yan Bianxi often forgot to eat when he was doing his homework, and when he finished eating his own, he couldn't help but take a little bit for Yan Bianxi to eat, and after a while, he couldn't resist the temptation to take a little bit to eat, so he took all the things that were given to Yan Bianxi back and ate them all.

He also said: "I kindly let you eat, and you are still polite, if you don't eat, I will eat more, don't expect me to tell you 'how happy'." (Thank you)

Yan Bianxi didn't want to eat her brother's snacks, as long as her brother didn't make trouble and didn't affect her study, she would be thankful, but this was impossible.

Maybe Yan Bianzhao's playing in the room, clapping the board, or making other noises was not enough to affect Yan Bianxi, even if the ball flew over her head.

It was Yan Bian Zhao who saw that Yan Bian was happy not to eat what he gave, and when he didn't answer his words, he tried every means to make trouble, so that she had to interrupt her study for a while.

The vegetable oil or wood seed oil they used for lighting tied the knots, and the lights were much brighter and darker. This just provided something for Yan Bianzhao, who was not concentrating on his homework, and he used the tip of his pen to pick the flowers, and every time the light suddenly dimmed, sometimes even the lights were extinguished.

Yan Bianxi said to him: "Brother, you are deliberately making trouble!"

"I am kind enough to treat you as a donkey's liver and lungs, and when I see the lamp end, the light is dim, so I will remove the lamp, in order to be brighter. I turned off the lights because I used too much force, and I didn't mean it. Yan Bian Zhao returned the favor.

"Is it intentional, you are blind and eat rice balls, and you know it in your heart. Yan Bian muttered, she didn't have time to say much, and hurriedly went to find a match to light the lamp.

But Yan Bianzhao was not finished yet, and when he sat down under the lamp again, he either flicked the flame with his fingers or sprayed the flame with his mouth, and the flames were fanned to Yan Bianxi, scorching her bangs and almost burning her eyebrows.

Yan Bianxi really couldn't bear it: "You always do it on purpose, right? You'd better burn my head and burn me into a scar." If you don't learn, you're afraid that I'll learn well, so you deliberately hurt me if I can't learn!"

This time, Yan Bianzhao did not defend himself.

Yan Bian was happy to see that he didn't fight back, and he couldn't say that he was too ruthless, once he got angry, he didn't sit under the lamp, and ran to the bed after finishing his homework, then her study should be over.

It stands to reason that Yan Bianzhao is a good thing that she left, no one will make any more noise about her, so she can work hard!

In fact, her father specially made a square table for Yan Bianzhao to make a desk, which was also dedicated to Yan Bianzhao, and Yan Bianxi just used it.

At night, when Yan Bianzhao wanted to do his homework, her father would quickly light the lamp and let him sit at the table to do it, if Yan Bianxi proposed to light the lamp to do homework, her father would say: "I haven't learned enough in school during the day, and I still have to work overtime at home at night, so you can go to the capital to take the exam!"

So Yan Bianxi didn't dare to propose to do her homework first, she instigated Yan Bianzhao every time. Naturally, Yan Bianzhao became a hero in front of her, she endured all his misdeeds, not to mention that her hair and eyebrows were scorched to him, and she had to endure her skin when she scorched him.

Not only that, but she also had to please him, and Yan Bian Zhao let him stay at the table, as soon as Yan Bian Zhao went to bed, her father's voice sounded: "Don't sleep yet! ”