Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

School ends early to give children enough time to develop their interests and hobbies.

Qingyun doesn't have any other hobbies. Her favorite is still the most basic reading, a hobby that seems like she is trying to save face if she talks about it to others.

But here she can read all the books she likes, and no one will say that these are idle books and useless, nor will anyone say that buying books is too expensive.

Although many reading materials for teenagers are not suitable for Qingyun now, she feels benefited a lot from reading 100,000 Whys and learning about some plants and animals.

Fu Shengyu also knows that kids nowadays are very talented. He has also seen Xiao Qilin playing drums. He doesn’t understand music, but he thinks they look very talented.

He also wanted to bring Qingyun to experience more and let Qingyun develop his own hobbies, but Feng Huayang said that there was systematic development in the kindergarten and told him not to be anxious.

Seeing how amazing other people's children are, Fu Shengyu admitted that before he became a parent, he thought that children should just enjoy their happy childhood. But now that he has become a father, he realized how wrong his previous thoughts were.

He cannot just consider Qingyun's current happiness. Qingyun may not even be happy at the moment. If her friends all have some specialties and Qingyun knows nothing, will Qingyun feel inferior?

He didn't know what kids today were thinking, and could only use his own past psychology as a reference. He felt an unprecedented sense of urgency.

"It's true that the eunuchs are anxious even when the emperor is not." Fu Shengyu frowned as he looked at the specialties and hobbies of the children from various families that he had inquired about. These children really are proficient in all kinds of skills.

Qingyun didn't know what Fu Shengyu was thinking. She still wanted to share with Fu Shengyu what happened in the kindergarten today.

"Today the teacher taught us to write heaven, Yama and man." Qingyun took Fu Shengyu's pen and wrote a few crooked words on the paper.

It’s not that her handwriting is really ugly. One reason is that Fu Shengyu’s pen is too heavy, and the other is that she hasn’t held a pen for a long time and is not used to it.

"Qingyun, you wrote all of this down. That's great. You must be very serious in class." Fu Shengyu is now very good at finding the strengths and praising the child. Practice really makes perfect.

"Yes, I always listen carefully in class and the teacher also praises me for studying hard." Qingyun was a little proud.

"Then you have to keep up the good work. I heard that you will get red flowers every week and rewards every month." Fu Shengyu pinched Qingyun's chubby cheeks.

"I like that puzzle." Qingyun gestured, "Our school is on it."

"But I remember that you don't like puzzles."

"Not really. It's just that simple puzzles are boring to put together, and difficult ones are too lazy to do."

"Then take that puzzle piece and your father will help you with it." Fu Shengyu moved Qingyun to his other leg. His leg was a little numb because of the weight of the child.

"Okay." Qingyun really enjoyed the parent-child interaction with Fu Shengyu, but then she became a little uneasy, "What if I don't get the puzzle?"

Fu Shengyu was not happy with Qingyun thinking about failure before they even started. Wouldn't this weaken the morale right from the start?

"Then you probably got a better one. You can exchange it with the teacher, or with the classmate who got the puzzle." Fu Shengyu deliberately misinterpreted Qingyun's meaning.

"No." Qingyun waved his hands anxiously, "I mean, I'm not that powerful enough to get the puzzle piece, what should I do?"

“Is the puzzle only available this month?”

"No, there are many rewards. The puzzle is the first prize."

There is only one person who wins the first prize every month. Qingyun is very self-aware and she is definitely not that great.

"So what does it matter if you don't get it this month?"

"Qingyun, we just need to do our job well. If we don't win the first prize, your father will help you find out where the problem is, and then we can correct it together and make progress together."

"Don't worry, Qingyun. You can't reach the sky in one step. Let's take it step by step." Fu Shengyu hugged Qingyun tightly, wanting to give her strength.

After hearing this, Qingyun's uneasy heart settled down again. She now felt that winning the first prize would not be that difficult. You can't get fat in one bite. She ate bite by bite, and now she is plump.

"Okay! I will definitely get it!" Qingyun became full of fighting spirit again. She raised her chin and looked proud.

"Yes, today's Qingyun is a little more powerful than yesterday's Qingyun."

Qingyun was still a little shy when she heard such compliments. She lowered her head and saw Fu Shengyu's notes on the table.

Fu Shengyu's handwriting is very good and neat, with just a few strokes, so he doesn't look too much like a student.

When it comes to calligraphy, Qingyun can only appreciate regular script and running script, and she cannot recognize the specific characters written by masters.

"Father's handwriting is so good!" Qingyun looked at his own crooked handwriting again and said, "Qingyun's handwriting is not good-looking."

In fact, the teacher only taught the pen-holding posture today and did not ask them to write. But Qingyun knew how to do it, so she wanted to show off. Now she wanted to eat the paper in front of her.

"Then when Qingyun goes to elementary school, we will practice together, okay?" Fu Shengyu closed the book he had read before. He actually didn't think his handwriting was good-looking.

"Why not practice now?" Qingyun tilted his head in confusion, "Can't father practice now?"

"Qingyun can't practice now, I want to wait for Qingyun to practice together." Fu Shengyu had thought about this a long time ago. At that time, he felt that people who had good handwriting were valued by their families. That's why they had a lot of copybooks to practice and spent so much time practicing.

Fu Shengyu has the courage to face the present and the future, and is very confident in his abilities, but he is a person who dares not look back.

"If father learns now, he can teach Qingyun later. Little Qilin was also taught by his father." Qingyun turned around and looked at Fu Shengyu with a serious and somewhat willful expression.

Fu Shengyu knew that he could never refuse Qingyun, and he told himself that he had to learn to refuse. He also wanted Qingyun to know that not everything would go smoothly in this world.

"Okay." Fu Shengyu couldn't believe that his voice was so happy. "I'll go to school after I'm done with this busy period. When Qingyun goes to elementary school, your father will teach you."

Qingyun got a satisfactory answer and continued talking, saying that the beef in the cafeteria was delicious and that Zhou Zizai was very clean.

Fu Shengyu listened very carefully. He imagined Qingyun playing games with his new friends, and also imagined how Qingyun solved the problems he encountered.

It's really strange. These are all insignificant little things, but because they happened to the child, they became a matter of vital importance.