Perhaps genes are a truly absurd thing. Chen Lu thought it was already quite extraordinary that his family had Chen Mo, a top student in high school physics who occasionally failed English.

I never expected there would be a young phoenix named Chen Yunqi. This kid is not exactly the same as my aunt, but you could say he's exactly the same.

Although Liang Zhirou didn't seem to care much about the matter, he was very worried.

Since entering high school, the knowledge points have become more and more diverse, and the cramming before exams that Chen Yunqi had been so proud of since childhood has gradually become less effective. He has never been in the top fifteen of his class again, and he is now a whole score range behind Chen Muxue and Jiang Nan.

At this age, it's impossible for them not to understand what it means to not be able to go to the same university, or even the same city.

He worried that the kid would regret it later.

They might already be regretting it.

That afternoon.

Chen Yunqi gently pushed open the studio door, stood in front of the two for a long time, hesitated, and then said softly:

"Dad, Mom, my homeroom teacher talked to me today and suggested I switch to art school..."

Chen Lu was helping Liang Zhirou choose oil paints when he heard this and his hands suddenly stopped moving.

This kid has been learning from Liang Zhirou since he was a child, and now his painting skills are far superior to those of the other art students around him.

Moreover, her grades weren't as outstanding as her younger sister's, so the homeroom teacher's suggestion was quite reasonable.

Chen Lu sensed that this brat had more to say, so he didn't speak, but just turned his head to look at him.

Sure enough, Chen Yunqi clenched his fists with his hands hanging naturally at his sides and whispered:

"I...I don't want to..."

Although several friends advised him to keep it to himself, he felt he couldn't hide it from Chen Lu and Liang Zhirou.

"Why?" Liang Zhirou asked gently. She had thought her son was very interested in drawing, since he had been learning it since he was little.

"I just don't want to be an art student, and I don't want to go to art school."

"Oh, then let's not turn it around." Chen Lu turned his head and exchanged a glance with Liang Zhirou, his expression calm.

Liang Zhirou breathed a sigh of relief and picked up her paintbrush again. Judging from the child's expression just now, she thought it was something serious.

She was terrified...

"ah?"

Chen Yunqi was stunned for a moment, his gaze sweeping back and forth between his parents' faces, feeling that something was off about the script.

Why are these two reacting like this?

"You chose this path yourself. I can't choose it for you, and likewise, I can't bear the consequences for you."

Chen Lu could tell what he was thinking, so he casually offered an explanation and then continued, "You can decide for yourself."

Liang Zhirou nodded repeatedly. She was not as eloquent as Chen Lu, so she could just be a good straight man.

The boy is now almost as tall as Chen Lu, and his appearance is even more similar to his father, Chen Lu. However, Chen Lu always seems to be in complete control and can lie without batting an eye.

Unlike Chen Lu, Yun Qi is more like her in this respect, and it's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

After a moment of silence in the studio, Chen Lu suddenly sighed with a wry smile.

Chen Yunqi's expression turned somewhat uneasy. "Dad, why are you sighing?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly regretted not beating you up," Chen Lu said casually.

In the blink of an eye, the little brat is almost as tall as him, making it difficult to fight him.

Why didn't you just give him a good beating back then? Anyway, it's raining, so you might as well beat the kid since you're bored...

"Huh?" Chen Yunqi took two steps back.

"What are you 'ah' for? Your whole family has been corrupted by your mother, always saying 'ah' all the time." Chen Lu glanced at him. "Study hard. If you do well on this monthly exam, your mother can draw a wallpaper for your favorite character."

It's official; who else gets this treatment?

Chen Yunqi suddenly perked up.

"It seems like all the artists call the characters they're responsible for 'daughter.' If Yunqi calls that character 'wife,' won't the generational hierarchy get a bit messed up?"

Chen Lu suddenly raised this question to Liang Zhirou.

Liang Zhirou's hand holding the paintbrush trembled, almost ruining the painting. She took a deep breath and said to Chen Yunqi, "Yunqi, go downstairs and buy some groceries for Mom."

Chen Lu was about to sneak away behind his son when Liang Zhirou suddenly pulled him back.

"I was just kidding... Ah!"

A moment later, the couple came out of the studio and sat on the sofa, snuggling together. Chen Lu rubbed his dizzy head and suddenly said, "Your reaction is a little different from what I expected."

Liang Zhirou tilted her head at him. "What's different?"

"I thought you would be very worried about our son's grades."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you and the baby are safe and sound, and happy every day." Liang Zhirou leaned closer to him. "I don't care about anything else."

She always felt that her expectations were already high enough, and that she didn't need to, and dared not, ask for anything more.

Chen Lu smiled and gently stroked the girl's soft hair twice.

That's true, this simpleton has never changed.

Just as Chen Lu was about to touch and pinch this and that, there was a knock on the door from the entrance. Liang Zhirou blinked in confusion and slowly walked over.

"Godfather, Godmother~"

Jiang Nan, carrying a canvas bag, greeted the two of them very politely.

The little girl was clearly a beauty from birth, and now she has blossomed into a graceful young woman with delicate, cool eyes and long hair flowing down her back, giving her the air of a mature and sophisticated lady.

Chen Lu nodded slightly, feeling that this girl was like a little cabbage that had grown legs.

I still remember that he wanted a son back then because he thought that if he had a pig, he wouldn't be afraid of being trampled...

Jiang Nan felt a little embarrassed by their stares, so she slowly lowered her head and obediently put her hands together, a stark contrast to her aloof demeanor in public.

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