Fu Jingchen warned him, "Be careful next time and don't tell your mother about this."

"I won't tell my mother." Fu Siyi vowed.

He can’t be an imperfect son in his mother’s eyes. Next time he must write a very good composition for his mother to see!

But it turns out that there is a big gap between imagination and reality.

The next time he wrote an essay, Fu Siyi still had to take it home for his parents to review.

When Fu Jingchen returned home, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa reading an essay and Fu Siyi looking listless beside her. He vaguely understood something.

As expected,

"Did you sign his composition last time?" Qin Yuman heard the noise and looked up at him.

Xiaoyi blinked hard at his father, hoping that he could persuade his mother on his behalf.

But Fu Jingchen chose Tan Yu very neatly, and even sat next to his wife, "He is still young, don't be angry, being angry is not good for your mood."

Fu Siyi's shoulders drooped. He felt like a small vegetable growing in the field. After all, his father only had eyes for his mother.

Qin Yuman glared at him and didn't say much. Last time, he concealed the signing for his son because he was probably afraid of hurting his self-esteem.

Speaking of self-esteem, Qin Yuman was even more worried. There were no teaching materials to teach parents in this world, and she didn't know how to educate her children best.

I could only try my best to soften my tone, "Xiaoyi, let me sign the word 㫇天 for you."

After a pause, she continued, "Actually, writing an essay isn't difficult. For example, if you're writing about a character, you have to capture their characteristics. For example, their job, what they've done. Start with those things. It's not just a chronicle, understand?"

"I understand." Fu Siyi nodded.

Seeing him return to the room with the baby in his hand, Qin Yuman folded her hands and turned her head with a smile.

Let’s not talk about how Fu Jingchen apologized and persuaded her to forgive him in the evening.

When the couple finished talking and hugged each other, Qin Yuman couldn't help complaining: "Who do you think Xiaoyi looks like when he can't write an essay?"

"I read his essay the other day, and it was seriously off topic. I could only calm myself down by saying that he was my biological child."

Fu Jingchen took the blame neatly, "Like me."

"Of course it looks like you. I make a living by writing." Qin Yuman said, "Not only do they look alike, but they look alike in every way."

"Luckily, I still have Yinyin. Otherwise, I would just be a deliveryman."

Speaking of his daughter, Fu Jingchen's tone softened. "You are so outstanding. Their good points are like you, and their bad points must be like me."

Qin Yuman kicked his shin. "Are you being sarcastic?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I couldn't help laughing.

The couple thought that based on their son's writing skills, his final grade would be average, and they were still thinking about how to comfort him.

But who would have thought that as soon as the final results came out, Fu Siyi regained the first place. Not only did his composition not lag behind others, it was even the only one that received full marks.

She was shocked and proud. When the teacher invited everyone to observe the high-scoring essays, she took the initiative to go to the bulletin board outside.

The first essay was obviously written by her son, and the title was also very interesting: My grandfather, the Chief of General Staff.

Qin Yuman: “…”

This is really a good composition, but isn't it also a good job of the school leaders' personal connections?

She fell into deep thought.