As soon as Lan Jin arrived at the school, he heard the radio saying that all the members of the student council should be asked to go to the student council office for a meeting.

The meeting was presided over by Li Junyang, saying that it was about to be winter vacation, and the school planned to hold a new theatrical evening, so that each member of the student union must give a program, and perform anything, but at least play a leading role.

This gave Lan Hibiscus a bit of a headache, she didn't want to perform, and she wasn't that interested.

As a result, Rong Lin took it upon himself to help her sign up for a piano performance, which made Lan Hibiscus want to shoot him to death, but he was reluctant to do it, after all, it was his own son.

As soon as school got out of school today, Rong Lin raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and whispered in her ear with a worried face: "Mother, you won't blame me, right?" ”

In fact, he wanted to listen to his mother play the piano, so he helped her report, and he firmly believed that his mother would definitely play, otherwise it would be impossible to create such a good divine comedy.

And more importantly, his brothers wanted to hear it, and God knows how excited they would be when they learned that their mother was going to play the piano at the party.

"No, it won't."

Lan Hibiscus showed her motherly gaze and glanced at Rong Lin, and before Rong Lin could make a happy expression, she suddenly changed her voice, "I want to kill you." ”

Are you afraid of spanking?

Take the sole of your shoe and spank it, and ask if you are afraid!

Rong Lin: "......"

immediately pouted and begged for mercy: "I'm wrong for my mother, if you really want to fight, then you can fight." ”

looked pitiful, drooping his head, like a wronged husky.

With this kind of appearance, who can do it?

I just want to kidnap him home and keep him in captivity.

Lan Hibiscus sighed helplessly, "Punish you for helping me finish my homework, remember to imitate my font." ”

The font of the mother on the adult?

Rong Lin blinked cutely first, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that the font of the mother was thin and golden, and he couldn't imitate it at all.

It just so happens that today's homework is Chinese homework, and the Chinese teacher specially praised Lan Hibiscus for writing well, so from now on, the homework can no longer do whatever you want like before, otherwise the teacher will find out.

In fact, Lan Hibiscus doesn't have to write her homework now, the principal has spoken, Lan Hibiscus is not only exempted from all her homework, but also allows her to skip class at will, after all, an all-round genius like her is more than enough to be a professor, and she doesn't need to go to school at all.

But now that the mother has spoken, let him help with his homework, and must imitate her handwriting, so Rong Lin dare not disobey, so he can only obediently agree.

After returning home, Rong Lin was worried, he bit the pen, supported his cheek with one hand, and didn't see any movement for a long time, just staring at the thin gold body of his mother and studying it repeatedly, but he didn't even know how to put down the pen.

I simply tried to imitate a few words first, but no matter how I look at it, it's not like it's okay, it's ugly, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhuo sat back in his beloved wheelchair, pushed by Rong Mu, came to Rong Lin's side, and asked.

Rong Lin said with a distressed face: "Help my mother write her homework, but I can't write thin gold body, what should I do?" ”

"Show me." An unknown light suddenly flashed in Rong Zhuo's eyes, and he immediately stretched out his hand towards Rong Lin, signaling to take his mother's homework book to him.

"Huh? What to see? Rong Lin didn't react.

"Workbook." Rong Zhuo accentuated the tone word by word, a little impatient.

"Oh."

After taking the homework book, Rong Zhuo first flipped through the two pages, and found that it was indeed the handwriting of the mother, and the light in his eyes gradually increased, as if he had seen some peerless treasure.

He really wanted to steal this homework book.

"Get out of the way." Rong Zhuo spoke again, and stood up directly from his wheelchair.

"Huh? Do? Rong Lin was puzzled, but he still obediently got up and moved out of the way.

Rong Zhuo sat up very elegantly, and said in a non-obsessive tone, "I'll write." ”

When he saw that Rong Lin could help his mother with her homework, he was jealous to death.

It's finally his turn today.

Because, he also happens to write thin gold bodies.

He has imitated the font of the mother for many years, but he did not imitate it for nothing.

"Wow, second brother, your handwriting looks like that of your mother."

Rong Lin looked at Rong Zhuo's handwriting on the homework book, and suddenly showed a look of admiration, a little incredulous.

Rong Zhuo's eyebrows were lowered, and he couldn't see the look under his eyes at this time, but he was imperceptible, and his thin and cool lips were lightly hooked, as if there was a little bit of pride.

Rong Zhuo has not forgotten the knowledge of high school, this kind of homework is as easy as writing an essay for elementary school students, and he is handy without pause.

I quickly finished my Chinese homework, and I even felt a little unfinished.

It's just that the teacher assigned too little homework, so he didn't have enough fun.

Suddenly, he saw a math tutorial book on the desk, and Rong Zhuo's eyes fell directly on the two big characters on the cover, which were Lan Hibiscus's signature.

The thin gold version of the signature looks both noble and beautiful, but it doesn't look good.

Rong Zhuo stared at it for a few seconds, then subconsciously frowned, why was the 50 signed books he stole last time not the signatures of this font?

He originally thought that it was a signature font that his mother had learned, but when he saw the signature on Rong Lin's counseling book, he couldn't help but wonder if the 50 signed books he stole were signed by someone else and not by his mother.

Wouldn't it be meaningless for him to spend so much effort and finally steal the 50 signed books in his hands?

If someone else signed it, he is not uncommon.

"What? This is mine, don't rob me. ”

Rong Lin's vigilance was still quite high, and when he saw the second brother staring at his autograph, he immediately hurriedly picked up the counseling book and hugged it in his arms like a calf.

"The name that your mother signed for you?" Rong Zhuo's gloomy eyes fell on Rong Lin.

"That's right, my mother has only signed for three people in total, and I may not sign for others in the future, this tutorial book may be out of print, I have to keep it well."

"What about the signatures of the 50 tutorial books before that? Didn't she sign it? ”

Rong Zhuo's eyes had become dangerous, and his eyes suddenly fell on the counseling book in Rong Lin's arms, as if as long as he said no, he would immediately grab it.

Rong Lin shook his head, "It shouldn't be, my mother said it when she signed for me, and it was the first time she signed that day." ”

Rong Zhuo's eyes sank suddenly, and Rong Lin was so frightened that he hurriedly ran away with the tutoring book for some reason.