"Qingqing, you're here... Yu Changbai, are you trying to drive me crazy? What are you doing here again? You're like a little kid, what can you do? Go back and do your homework..."

Tang Yuanyuan came out of the kitchen and greeted Ye Qingqing first, but when she saw her younger brother, she immediately turned into a shrew and grabbed the little guy's thick ears to scold him. It seems that this child has sneaked over to help more than once or twice.

"It hurts... Sister... have mercy, your ear is going to break, I've finished my homework!" Yu Changbai cried out in pain and begged for mercy.

"After you finish, go read the book. The teacher said your composition can be improved. You don't use enough beautiful words. You need to read more composition models. I bought you so many, but you haven't read a single one!" Tang Yuanyuan continued to yell.

Yu Changbai rolled his eyes helplessly and retorted, "Sister, those so-called excellent essays in the essay model books are soulless. What you need most when writing is your own thoughts and language, not just piling up fancy words. Such articles may look nice, but they have no soul. They're like wooden beauties, not as pretty as you, sister."

Ye Qingqing twitched her lips, barely managing to suppress a laugh. This child had always been sweet-talking, a natural expert at charming girls; he wouldn't have to worry about finding a wife in the future.

Tang Yuanyuan couldn't help but touch her face. Her skin was oily from being in the kitchen smoke and fire these past few days. She thought she'd do a pearl mask to get rid of the oil. But she quickly realized that the brat was just trying to distract her. She used more force on her hand and yelled, "Flattery won't work. I'll listen to the teacher anyway. The teacher said your writing isn't good enough."

Yu Changbai sighed and argued, "Sister, do you think the editor is more capable, or my teacher?"

Tang Yuanyuan choked for a moment, and Ye Qingqing quickly answered, "Of course the editor is better; she's a professional."

"Sister Qingqing is wise. Think about it, the editor has affirmed my article and published it in the magazine, which means I am right. Writing is not about piling up beautiful words and phrases, but about genuine feelings. Even the simplest language can be used to write a good article."

Yu Changbai spoke with righteous indignation and stern words, which did not sound like those of an eight-year-old child at all. Ye Qingqing couldn't help but look at him with new respect.

Holy crap, is this kid a genius too?

Tang Yuanyuan frowned, unable to refute, because she also felt that her younger brother made a good point, but she couldn't ignore what her Chinese teacher said.

"Then why don't you tell the teacher about publishing your article? That way, your teacher won't keep coming to me about writing essays." Tang Yuanyuan glared at me, annoyed.

Tang Yuanyuan couldn't find her father all day, so her Chinese teacher approached her and earnestly explained that Yu Changbai's other grades were all very good, but his Chinese was unsatisfactory, dragging down his overall grades. This made Tang Yuanyuan feel quite embarrassed.

Yu Changbai looked at his older sister speechlessly, sighing... what will happen to her intelligence in the future?

Fortunately, Tie Dan Ge isn't very smart either, so it's good for him to be with his sister.

"Sister, your Chinese teacher has started a writing tutoring class at home. It costs 500 yuan per semester, and you only need to attend the class for one day on the weekend. She wants you to pay the 500 yuan." Yu Changbai directly stated the Chinese teacher's purpose.

It's because his sister still hasn't figured out the implied meaning in the Chinese teacher's words!

Tang Yuanyuan's eyes widened. She really hadn't realized it, and was quite grateful to her Chinese teacher for paying attention to her younger brother. She never expected it was all for money.

"Then why don't I just pay the money, so she won't keep bothering me?" Tang Yuanyuan said hesitantly.