Quickly, I handed in the system

Chapter 287 (Backup) Taoli Tianxia (5)

After the meal, before Tu Wanyun wanted to say anything more, San Qiao rubbed the soles of her feet with oil and ran away.

The place where he slipped was not other places, but his study, of course his own study.

The original owner still has the right to have a study of his own.

Sitting in the study for a while, Sancho first tried to see if he could get something from the secret realm.

However, after trying for a long time, she finally had to admit that Yu Xiao probably had jet lag with her again, and she hadn't come to this plane yet.

Of course, whether Yu Xiao came or not, it didn't affect her to follow her plan step by step.

From the bookshelf that was almost stained with dust, he took out a few basic books that could no longer be basic. Sancho resigned himself to his fate like a beginner, repeatedly reading and memorizing the words and sentences in the book.

When Sang Yunli came to Sancho's study in a rage, he saw such a scene.

Under the not-so-bright candlelight, a slightly thin body sat on a chair, reading seriously from the book in his hand, stopping from time to time, frowning and thinking.

The anger in Sang Yunli's heart was slightly extinguished by this scene.

However, when he heard the content of Sancho's specific recitation, the anger that had just subsided rose again.

Kicking open the study door, Sang Yunli glared at Sancho angrily: "I told you to wait for me in my study, why don't you go!"

Sancho raised the book in his hand, "My child wants to improve, and I don't have time to wait in Dad's study."

"Motivated? This is what you mean by motivated!" Sang Yunli stepped over in a few steps, grabbed the book in Sancho's hand and threw it on the ground.

"The books that three-year-olds can memorize, you haven't memorized them yet, and you can't even read them fluently. Is this what you mean by making progress?!"

Glancing at the book on the ground, Sancho got up to pick it up unhurriedly, "My son was absurd a few years ago, but now he has realized his mistake, so he picked up the book again. The son thought that the father would support the son. After all, it’s never too late to fix the problem, isn’t it?”

In this way, Mr. Fang from the academy could be taken aback by what he said in the morning, but now when facing Sang Yunli, his brain circuit is obviously the same as that of Lu Yuncheng, and he only thinks that Sancho is coaxing him with good words , wanting to escape punishment.

"Nizi, you still want to lie to me and make progress? Did you make progress in the arms of the prostitute in Chunfenglou!" Sang Yunli was so angry that he even wanted to kick Sancho.
It was taken for granted that Sancho also avoided him.

The upper hand is different from the upper foot. If the former can't hold back the hand, it can't hold it back. If the latter can't hold it back, it will fall a big somersault. At the slightest, the nose and face will be swollen, and at the worst, the tailbone will be cracked.

She didn't want Sang Yunli to be sick in bed yet, so after avoiding Sang Yunli's kick, San Qiao turned around and helped Sang Yunli to stabilize himself.

After standing firmly, Sang Yunli pushed Sancho away, his reason was completely burned out with anger.

"Nizi! It's against the sky, and you dare to hide!"

After failing with one kick, Sang Yunli raised his hand again, and today he was going to teach Sancho a lesson.

San Qiao, who could not resist Sang Yunli physically for the time being, took a few steps back decisively, "Father."

"Come here!" The furious Sang Yunli didn't want to hear what Sancho had to say, he just wanted to slap him first and get back the face he just lost.

Sancho raised his voice, "Father! If you don't believe in your son, you might as well make a bet with your son. If your son loses, your son will receive double the penalty for today."

The bet that Sancho said attracted Sang Yunli's attention, and his reason came back a little. He flicked his sleeves, and locked Sancho with a compelling gaze: "What do you want to bet?!"

Sancho: "I bet my son can get No. 1 in the four academic classes in the annual examination at the end of the year."

As soon as San Qiao finished speaking, he heard Sang Yunli mocking.

"Ha, you said you're going to get No.1 in your class in the year-end examination at the end of the year?"

"Do you think that I am so foolish that I will be fooled by your clumsy excuse so that you can escape today's punishment?"

Sang Yunli didn't believe a word of Sancho's words.

Sancho didn't expect Sang Yunli to believe him, so he took out two pieces of paper from the desk, on which were signed bets.

"Since father doesn't believe it, then let's make written evidence as proof. The son's name has already been signed, so it's up to father."

Sang Yunli really didn't believe it until these two pieces of written evidence were presented.

But after seeing these two very formal words, Sang Yunli admitted that he was still a little bit taken aback.

Pulling the letter suspiciously over a piece of paper and reading it carefully, he couldn't see the content clearly, but was first shocked by the handwriting on the paper.

Sang Yunli, who hadn't checked Sancho's homework for many years, looked at Sancho in surprise, "When did your handwriting become so good?"

I saw the words on the paper, the brushstrokes were vigorous, flamboyant, and the words were good.

Sancho didn't answer him, but asked instead: "Now father trusts his son?"

As for the handwriting...

At first her handwriting was beautiful, but it was in a graceful style, definitely not as strong as it is now.

However, after experiencing more planes, and after transforming her body, the system returned those memories to her, and her handwriting naturally changed.

Sang Yunli was skeptical at first, but after seeing the words on the paper, he looked at Sancho with admiration.

The scholars believed in the saying that the writing is like a person. Sancho's handwriting can be so good. It is not impossible for him to say that he wants to make progress.

After all, if you want to write well, it takes a lot of effort.

So this son, who I have never paid much attention to, is actually working hard in private?
Compared with insisting on punishing Sancho, Sang Yunli of course hopes that Sancho can really make progress and become a son who can bring him glory just like his eldest son Sang Qi.

He, Sang Yunli, only has two sons in total, so he can't afford to waste it.

Thinking in this way, Sang Yunli took the pen neatly, and signed his name on the two papers.

Putting away his share, Sang Yunli said without squinting: "I hope you can do what you say, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless when the time comes."

"Father, please watch."

After dealing with Sang Yunli, Sancho didn't change at all, and sat down with his book in his hands to continue studying, with a calm expression.

Sang Yunli, who hadn't gone far, turned his head and saw Sancho seriously reading a book, and nodded in relief.

Thinking about it, my second son hadn't enlightened before, so it's not surprising that the man became enlightened later.

San Qiao's handwriting is so good, and his comprehension is not bad, it seems that he, Sang Yunli, is going to have another outstanding son.

With this delicate mood in mind, Sang Yunli stepped out of Tu Wanyun's yard, and turned around to Meng Yao's yard.

In the courtyard, Meng Yao was talking to her son Sang Qi at this time, when she saw Sang Yunli, she hurriedly got up and went to meet her, and at the same time said to the nurse next to her, "You can pass the food."

Hearing this sentence, Sang Yunli frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me, Qi'er has been studying for a day, why don't you eat earlier?"

(End of this chapter)