strictlysupreme Chapter 496 My Child Can't Be a Bad Student 2
Chapter 496 My Child Can't Be a Bad Student 2
Some parents not only want to hit their children themselves, but also fan the flames when their partners are disciplining the children.
The little bit of trust that Ling Yi had finally developed for Tang Cheng vanished instantly after Tang Muxiao's kind reminder.
She looked at the child with a cold gaze: "Come on, Buddha, explain to me why you handed in a blank paper!"
The Buddhist disciple looked at his cold-hearted mother and treacherous father, and said with unwavering integrity, "Chinese people should learn Chinese, who wants to learn those foreign devils' nonsense!"
Tang Muxiao: "..."
Tang Muxiao laughed: "Is this why you barely reached the excellent standard in Chinese but got zero in English?"
"You're not very good at learning Chinese either."
Tang Cheng was deeply discouraged and muttered under his breath, "I'm already excellent, what more do you want?"
What does Tang Muxiao want?
He wanted to throw the child into a recycling plant to be recycled and try to build a new one to raise again!
When he met his old friend, both of them were already successful and influential figures in their respective fields, enjoying unparalleled fame.
They talked freely about astronomy and geography, could readily discuss the latest advancements in various technologies, and the academic topics they casually discussed were materials that others had spent half their lives publishing in journals.
At that time, Tang Muxiao never imagined that his old friend would one day become a poor student.
And he's a stubborn, academically challenged student!
He was clueless about everything and lacked understanding of everything; he couldn't comprehend how someone like that could possibly lead the world's development.
Tired, destroy it.
Tang Muxiao, who had only tutored his child for less than two hours, had these thoughts.
Seeing his father's increasingly dangerous gaze, little Tang Cheng felt a chill run down his spine and scrambled to his father's side, crying out, "Dad, love me one more time!"
The father couldn't bring himself to love the child anymore. He pushed the child's hand away and said quietly, "My child, please have some self-respect. I am not your father."
You are my father.
Upon hearing his father mention those two familiar words, little Tang Cheng instantly perked up: "Dad, isn't my name impressive!"
"Now everyone at school calls me that, and some people even burn incense for me!"
Tang Muxiao: "?"
Silly boy, I'm being sarcastic, didn't you realize?
Why are you so proud of yourself?
He grabbed the child by the collar and swiftly lifted the 1.8-meter-tall boy up, looking him straight in the eye: "So amazing, why didn't you pass math?"
The topic returned to its origin, and the child who had just been smug immediately shrank back: "Because that thing has English letters, and I don't like it."
Tang Muxiao: "..."
He covered his forehead and said, "Wife, wife, come here for a second!"
Wife, help me!
Ling Yi, who was watching the commotion, instantly suppressed her laughter when Tang Cheng's expectant gaze fell upon her. She took two steps forward and supported the child, saying, "Look how angry you've made your father!"
They've made their father so angry he's practically a grandson.
She pressed Tang Muxiao into a chair and said helplessly, "Your teaching method is definitely not going to work..."
This guy used to teach only the elite of the elite. To get to his face, you had to first get into the best junior high school, then the best high school and university, then fight your way through countless graduate school applicants, and only after graduating with a graduate degree and being recommended by a professor could you be qualified for his interview.
Even so, his student-to-student ratio was close to 300 to 1.
How could someone like that possibly know how to teach ordinary children?
But she was different. During the years she worked on AI, she was teaching children from their first words to completing all their academic studies.
Her model contains countless methods for teaching children, whether they are good, bad, smart, or stupid. She has her own set of methods for each child and never has to worry about them.
Ling Yi picked up her son, who was taller than her, and pressed him down in front of the sofa: "Come on, Mom will teach you how to study."
It's time to show Tang Muxiao what she's capable of!
Tang Cheng shuddered at his mother's overly gentle tone and whispered, "Mom, I can study in the study by myself."
Putting him in the living room always makes him feel like he's being interrogated.
Ling Yi stopped the child who was about to leave and said with a smile, "You've been studying in the study before, but Mom thinks that environment isn't suitable for studying. I've already told the servants to renovate it. Just make do here for the night."
Tang Cheng's expression changed, and he subconsciously tried to rush into the study, but Ling Yi held him down tightly, preventing him from moving at all.
He looked at his gentle mother in horror, his lips trembling: "Mom..."
How can you have so much strength?
Ling Yi tightened her grip on the child's shoulder slightly: "Will you learn or not?"
"I'll learn!" Tang Cheng said quickly, becoming timid at that moment.
"Very good, not bad..."
"Huh? Didn't we do this type of question before? How come we got it wrong again?"
"Hmm? Why are you suddenly using formulas randomly again?"
Ling Yi's gentle face changed instantly when the child repeatedly challenged her bottom line and even started aimlessly drawing giant turtles on the test paper.
"Tang Cheng!"
The strong, resonant voice made the gardener passing by outside quicken his pace.
Tang Cheng gave an embarrassed smile and quickly erased the turtle he had drawn: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was daydreaming."
Ling Yi took a deep breath and forced a smile: "It's okay, it's my fault for not controlling my emotions."
"Tang Cheng!"
Ten minutes later, Ling Yi's voice rang out again!
"Is this how I taught you?" Tang Muxiao's voice rang out.
"Why am I still getting a question wrong that I did five minutes ago?"
In the dead of night in the villa, the maid tiptoed back to her room, leaving only the couple's voices rising and falling, both carrying a palpable sense of despair.
Under the anger of his parents, little Tang Cheng trembled like a pitiful lamb.
and……
Trembling with fear, yet repeatedly failing to learn from mistakes, still making the same errors.
He struggled through a test paper until eight o'clock, finally reaching his daily rest time.
At this moment, Ling Yi actually felt a sense of liberation.
She pushed the test paper aside and said, "Go and rest. That's all for today."
After the child fled for his life, she leaned against the sofa, as if all her strength had been drained, and stared at another person whose life force had been drained.
At this moment, Tang Muxiao had already unbuttoned two buttons on his collar, revealing his muscular chest.
However, Ling Yi had no lustful thoughts whatsoever. Her heart was as still as water, just like the true Peacock King Bodhisattva, unmoved by male beauty.
Tang Muxiao gazed at the crystal chandelier and slowly blinked: "Is this mission absolutely necessary for us to complete?"
He would rather fight against someone like Yin Hong, or be a lowly soldier on the battlefield, than tutor his child anymore.
Ling Yi curled her lips: "Ungrateful? Have you forgotten how they preserved your brains?"
Tang Muxiao: "..."
He said, "They wouldn't use his brain as nourishment to preserve it, would they? I suspect his intelligence was exhausted in his past life. In this life, he's already a great success because he knows to run home when it rains."