Houfu Key Class

It was still a long way from the Marquis's Mansion, so the very sensible little devil would not get off the car. He could only snort in a proud and coquettish manner and turned his head to the window.

Xu Wan said to Zong Wenxiu, who had gained nothing: "Don't take today's events too seriously. The most important thing about hunting is participation. Our goal is to come out to rest and take a ride. By the way, if you find it noisy, let Jincheng take you to the Cuju field next time. It will be quieter there."

Zong Wenxiu was very warm-hearted and said sincerely: "Thank you, Madam, for your comfort. I am not sad. My brother even hunted a fox for me."

Zong Jincheng snorted at Xu Wan and said: "I am offering you a gift."

He was the first to bring up Cuju, and this woman made it sound as if he took Zong Wenxiu to play for her.

Xu Wan immediately glanced at him: "You are quite good at using idioms now."

Zong Jincheng said proudly: "Of course, I will be the first in the future joint entrance examination."

"Oh." Xu Wan rolled her eyes at him and didn't respond.

The little devil was waiting for Xu Wan to praise him, or to comfort him for hunting only a little fox like she did to Zong Wenxiu, but he waited in vain.

She! Is she only here to comfort Zong Wenxiu?

What about me? I am such a grown-up? ?

I am also very sad that I didn’t get the first place in the hunting, okay!!

The little devil looked at Xu Wan’s eyes from expectation to anger, and then to madness, but the latter didn’t even look at him, and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep again.

Zong Jincheng: “!!” She is so annoying!!

Xu Wan was severely recorded in his grudge book again, until the little devil got out of the car first at the door of the house and snorted loudly again.

Xu Wan: “…” So childish to attract people’s attention.

Zong Wenxiu hesitated and said: “Madam, my brother should also want your comfort and praise.”

Xu Wan smiled and said: “I know.”

It’s easiest to guess what a child is thinking, especially the little devil’s mind. You can guess what he wants with your toes.

"Then why... don't you like your brother?" From Zong Wenxiu's perspective, the wife is very concerned about her brother.

No, very, very, very concerned.

Xu Wan touched his head and said, "That bastard has a kind of magic that can make people like him, obey him, and protect him quickly."

Zong Wenxiu nodded with empathy.

He likes his brother very much now and wants to do anything for him.

Xu Wan added, "But after obeying, he will be more aggressive and will test other people's bottom line step by step. This is human nature, but he is more obvious."

Zong Wenxiu: "... No way?"

Xu Wan patted him and said, "Just watch and go home."

After dinner that night, the two brothers went to the class to study at the same time.

The three private teachers were resting today, and the two were there to teach dictation.

The little devil held a pen dipped in colorful ink in his mouth, and he would hold it in his mouth after writing for a while. He was lively and active by nature, not only biting the pen tip, but also sitting in a messy posture.

He never sat in the standard posture for more than a quarter of an hour, and then he began to twist and turn, sometimes half of his body collapsed on the table to write, and sometimes he asked someone to cover the chair with a quilt before sitting.

Now he asked someone to put the table and stool behind Zong Wenxiu, and leaned on his back to write, but he was not honest, sometimes bumping into him, sometimes leaving, and sometimes leaning on him suddenly.

Zong Wenxiu could no longer bear it, stopped writing and turned his head and said, "Jincheng, when you write, don't shake your body."

The little devil was immersed in dictation, and his body was causing trouble, but his brain was still unaware.

He turned his head and saw his brother's eyebrows twisted together.

The little devil was confused and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Zong Wenxiu: "..."

He didn't expect that he would understand the meaning of his wife's words so quickly.

It was wrong to agree to dictate with his brother back to back from the beginning.

Once he obeyed his brother, his unreasonable demands would increase, and they were all wrong demands. At first, he just thought it was a small mistake, and he could bear it. Later, the small mistake became bigger and bigger, and he couldn't bear it.

Zong Wenxiu took a deep breath and taught him in a good-tempered way: "Stand and sit properly. Your messy sitting posture will not only make the handwriting look bad, but also be bad for the growth of the spine."

The little devil sat up straight and looked at his spine... I couldn't see it.

He said indifferently: "It shouldn't be, the court doctor often comes to check my body."

Zong Wenxiu: "..."

Okay.

He decided to use his trump card: "You disturbed me while I was writing."

His younger brother just defended him in front of Wei Xinglu during the day, so he should care about his feelings, so it will work, right?

Who knew that the little devil was stunned for a few seconds, and then he was hurt.

The little guy's black eyes flickered slightly, like a pitiful puppy, and he said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, brother... I can't help it."

"I..." The educational words that Zong Wenxiu wanted to say were blocked in his throat.

Help, who can say harsh words to such a cute brother?

How did the lady train her heart to be as hard as iron? ?

The little devil was still talking to himself, his tone was soft, like a spoiled cat: "I just want to lean on you to write, it's different from leaning on Shunzi, it's very safe and relaxing."

Zong Wenxiu was hit by an arrow in the heart again.

My brother depends on me!

He trusts me more than Shunzi who has taken care of him for many years!

How did he have the heart to tell his brother that he was disturbing his dictation just now?

Zong Wenxiu was already reflecting on it in his heart.

It must be my fault. How can it be wrong for my brother to rely on others so much?

He is just a child! !

After a while, Zong Wenxiu convinced himself and said, "It's okay, continue to dictate."

The little devil was ecstatic: "Brother, you are so kind!"

Shunzi: "..."

I said that Master Xiu couldn't bear it at all.

From the moment he promised to be good to the little devil in the future, he was destined to be played around by the little devil intentionally or unintentionally at any time and anywhere.

He is not his opponent at all.

In the following time, Zong Wenxiu was still disturbed and miserable, but as long as he thought about opening his mouth to stop it, his brother would be very sad, so he swallowed his words again.

This round: soft-hearted brother, failed to teach his brother.

It was not until the next day when Xu Wan discovered their abnormal sitting posture and strictly prohibited them from doing so:

"The teacher is giving a lecture, what does it look like to have your back to him? Bu Yan, move back. If you dare to move the table again, I will have people weld all the tables and chairs in place so that you can't move at all!"

Zong Wenxiu thought to himself that he still had to rely on his wife's iron-blooded wrist, only she could control her brother.

The little devil howled loudly in dissatisfaction: "You are exploiting! It's tyranny! I want to protest!!"

Xu Wan could hear his voice even with her ears plugged.