Little Terrified Bun

Chapter 3

In the spacious study room, warm lights poured from overhead. Wei Jing sat in a small chair, looking at the Chinese homework in front of him, crying without tears.

He thought that mathematics was too simple, and it was hard to pretend. After thinking about it, the child chose the language without hesitation. It was only when he started to write now that he realized... the handwriting is not right! ! !

When he was in the second grade, he wrote one-handed dog crawling, and the lower letters that he practiced later... the contrast is too tragic, he doesn't know what to say?

Seeing the child holding a pen, Wei Zhe raised his eyebrows, "No?"

"Huh?" Wei Jing smiled weakly, stretched out his hand and scratched his nose, "No...no."

The first question is about writing in Pinyin. He held the pen and tried to imitate his previous handwriting. The child's hand is not as strong as the adult's, and the writing is naturally crooked. At first glance, the difference is not big. Wei Jing let out a sigh of relief and focused on writing his homework.

Wei Zhe held a textbook in his hand, sat next to the child, and glanced at him from time to time.

The language of the second grade is very simple, just some pinyin group words and reading comprehension.

Wei Jing did it quickly, turning the page almost in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Wei Zhe couldn't help but touched his chin and whispered softly: "It's not bad, but why do you usually take a long time?"

After the pen on the workbook, the pencil could not bear the gravity, and the pen core broke with a click. Wei Jing's slender eyelashes blinked, and his pink lips squirmed. He said, "Because I have reviewed and reviewed at school before."

When nervous, the child stammers.

There is no silver three hundred taels here.

Wei Zhe chuckled, teasing in his heart, and sliding his fingers on the child's white cheeks, "I just said casually, why are you nervous?"

"I am not nervous." Wei Jing subconsciously denied it.

"Then what are you stuttering?" Wei Zhe said.

Wei Jing pressed his lips tightly, did not speak, and only looked at Wei Zhe with those big wet eyes. It was filled with grievances and seemed to say-how can you bully me?

Wei Zhe accepted as soon as he saw it, "Okay, you can continue to write!"

Wei Jing learned well this time. He took out his previous speed and wrote stroke by stroke. The speed is comparable to a snail, which is simply painful.

After writing this small unit, the child's tight body relaxed, and his face was also relieved, and he said nicely: "Brother, I have finished writing."

Wei Zhe took the workbook and checked it again, and returned it without finding any wrong questions. "Okay, go back and rest soon!"

"Okay!" The child replied. When he walked to the entrance of the study and was about to go out, the boy added: "If you want to be with your brother, you can just say it straight. You don't need to be circumspect."

Wei Jing opened the door for a while, then turned to stare at the young man with incredible eyes.

Never seen such a brazen person.

The great image of my elder brother seemed to collapse a bit at this moment.

Wei Jing squatted a little face and ran away.