Soon Chen Ying found out that Martin was not easy to teach. He couldn't calm down at all, and he lacked the ability to concentrate on things. Neither the formulas nor the words in the books piqued any interest in him. He kept running to the door, or jumping up and down in bed, looking out of the window. Then he made up some excuses, he wanted to go to the bathroom, and then locked himself in for fifteen minutes without making a sound. Chen Ying patiently knocked on the door of the toilet, and he didn't return to the table until he couldn't hold it anymore. Subsequently, he saw that Chen Ying was a little angry, so he flattered and found out a few possible topics. However, as soon as he had quietly done a few physics problems, he suddenly became interested in the flowers on the balcony and insisted on watering them. After going around for a few more circles, he found that he couldn't get rid of Chen Ying no matter what, so he turned back to his seat and discussed some of the things he had seen and heard.

"Ah—you don't know that when we were in India, there were a lot of people bathing by the Ganges, and there were people kneeling, like this—" Martin said, climbing into bed and making a reverent gesture.

"India is good, but you should finish your homework first."

"But you don't know, kids in India don't have to do their homework." He wrapped himself in a quilt and turned his back to Chen Ying and said, "They only need to eat and recite Buddha every day, and they don't need to learn physics at all – and their official language is English, so they don't need to learn foreign languages anymore." ”

"But Chinese children should memorize formulas and words." Chen Ying insisted.

"So I want to immigrate to India—" Martin said thoughtfully, pulling out a plastic candy jar from his bedside table, which had been eaten up of chocolate and was now stuffed with all sorts of dimes and dimes of notes and coins. He shook the sugar jar vigorously, "I'm trying to save money." ”

"I also like to make money." Chen Ying agreed, "Money can indeed help you achieve your wishes to a certain extent, but it is only the most basic means for you to achieve your ideals, and besides, you should also learn to make money on your own, rather than accumulating these pocket money." ”

"Hmm...... But my dad won't let me go out to earn money......" His eyes suddenly lit up, "You know what—I can actually go to the subway to ask for food, and I've heard that beggars earn quite a lot, and many monks in India beg on the streets—"

"Okay, you finish these questions first, and I'll go and tell your father that you're going to do a beggar's business." Chen Ying tugged at Martin's sleeve and pulled him up from the bed. Reluctantly, he sat cross-legged in his chair, gritted a mechanical pencil in his teeth, and began to read the question indistinctly.

"Martin worked hard today!" Mr. Liu pushed the door in and was very surprised to see this scene. By this time he had changed into a modest suit, with a silver-gray tie neatly tied around his neck, and when he bent down to look at the open test paper, the corner of the beautiful tie hung right down to the desk.

"Well, yes - my hands are sore when I write." Martin picked up a small glass and poured the little tea left over on the corner of his tie, which immediately showed light brown water marks.

"I made an appointment with an editor to go out for a while." Mr. Liu noticed the water on his tie and shook it vigorously, "Don't be too tired to learn." He stroked his son's head, glanced at his watch again, and hurried out in his wet tie. At this time, it was already dark outside, and the street lamps were lit up in rows like sentinels, and Chen Ying stood up and closed the dark brown curtains embroidered with golden silk threads.

Martin pricked up his ears until he heard the sound of the key spinning in the keyhole of the security door. He threw the pen away, said he wanted to drink water, picked up the little cup he had just had, and swayed towards the kitchen, humming an out-of-tune song as he went.

Chen Ying took the roll and pen, chased him to the dining table, and after a while ran to the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. After a few circles around the one-man tall fortune tree on the balcony, they returned to Mr. Liu's study. Martin expertly turned on the computer, connected to the gateway, and began to play the computer game as if no one was around, the mouse buttons clicking.

"Play the game when you're done." Chen Ying said as she squatted down and turned off the power directly. Martin probably hadn't encountered anything like this, and looked at her with horror and horror.

"You're going to break the computer by doing that." He said reproachfully.

"Don't think you can't write when your parents aren't there – who the hell are you writing your homework for?"

Seeing that Chen Ying did not give in, Martin lay on his desk in frustration, like a defeated rooster. He hung his head and silently followed behind Chen Ying and returned to his room. This time, he neither climbed into bed nor touched the jar where the money was kept. He sat honestly in the chair, looked at the test paper that Chen Ying put in front of him, and wrote the formula neatly line by line. When encountering a few multiple-choice or fill-in-the-blank questions, he also carefully took a pencil and calculated in the blank space next to him, and then filled in the correct answer. After an hour without communicating, they finally finished the entire paper.

"You write these two papers today or tomorrow, and I'll come over and check them on Sunday." Chen Ying said through the crack in the open door as she left.

Martin did not answer. When Chen Ying went downstairs, she heard the sound of a quick lock of the door behind her.