Chapter 212 Exercise Book? I'm not writing it!
Unable to accompany her younger sister to the zoo, Lou Yansui had no choice but to seize the time to write her sister's favorite story, about Mao Mao.
In the evening, Mao Mao was taking a makeup art exam, so he sat next to his younger sister and did his homework.
There's an older brother in the family who's a painter, and naturally, Lou Hongjian teaches Mao Mao's art classes. However, this teacher is inconsistent; he was away for many days recently, missing numerous classes, so the art lessons haven't progressed at all.
But other subjects have exams, so how can I miss art class?
Lou Hongjian laid out drawing paper for his younger sister and insisted that she take the exam again.
Mao Mao readily agreed, grabbing a crayon and scribbling on the paper, while her three older brothers acted as proctors.
Lou Yansui quickly wrote her homework, listening to her younger sister next to her drawing and muttering to herself. Only when the entire sheet of paper was covered in crayons did Mao Mao put down her paintbrush.
"Brother, I've finished drawing."
Lou Hongjian immediately put down the fashion magazine in his hand, stood up and leaned over: "All done? Let me see..."
Upon seeing this, he fell silent.
From the perspective of a professional painter, he couldn't really tell what his sister had drawn; he could only say that she had a talent for abstract style.
Mao Mao's eyes sparkled as she looked at him expectantly.
What score will Mao Mao get on her drawing exam?
"Cough cough."
Lou Hongjian cleared his throat, picked up his sister's painting, and looked at it intently for a while before pointing to a blob of blue and green and asking, "Mao Mao, what is this?"
Mao Mao: "It's a peacock!"
Lou Hongjian's eyes widened: "A peacock?!"
Mao Mao nodded and said, "Fourth Brother said that peacocks look like this."
Lou Yansui looked up from her homework upon hearing the sound, glanced at it, and immediately said, "..."
He described the peacock's appearance to Mao Mao, but... how is this similar to his description?
"...At least, the color was right." Lou Hongjian managed to find something to praise.
Since the blue-green ones are peacocks, then the others must also be animals?
Lou Hongjian pointed to another ball of yellow crayon with long, sharp spikes and said confidently, "Then this must be the lion."
"hold head high?"
Mao Mao blinked, looking confused, and said, "Brother, this is corn."
Lou Hongjian: "..."
Isn't this a drawing of animals?
Speaking of which, for dinner at home, there was a bowl of corn and pork rib soup, which Mao Mao really liked, and she ate several pieces of corn.
Lou Hongjian couldn't make sense of his younger sister's thoughts, which were too unpredictable, like a ball of yarn that a cat had played with.
Looking at the other paintings on the paper, he wisely refrained from guessing their contents and, with a flourish, stamped a large "100 points" on the paper.
"Congratulations, Mao Mao, you got a perfect score again!"
Mao Mao cheered, "Yay!"
Lou Heming, who was reclining in a chair next to him reading, put down his book and said helplessly, "Ah Hong, aren't you being too lenient as a teacher?"
Lou Hongjian had his own reasoning: "Painting is a process of releasing one's nature. Mao Mao is still so young, so we should first stimulate her inspiration and let her find her comfort zone in creation. If we impose a set of standards on her from the beginning, it will only stifle her imagination!"
Lou Heming shook his head and picked up the book in his hands again to read.
Beside her, Lou Yansui also finished writing the last question and took out her own draft paper.
During the day, he had already mentally prepared the story and written the beginning at school; now he only needed to complete the second half.
The pen moved swiftly across the manuscript paper, making a continuous scratching sound.
Lou Yansui was focused on writing, but then he said to his younger sister, "Maomao, I'll finish this story soon, and I'll read it to you tonight, okay?"
"OK!"
I got a perfect score on my test today. Tomorrow I'm going to the zoo, and tonight I'll be listening to a story about Maomao.
Mao Mao was absolutely overjoyed.
She snuggled close to her brother, spread out a blank sheet of drawing paper, and began to draw while leaning against him. She drew and wrote stories with him at the same time.
Lou Heming read two lines of text, then, as if struck by a thought, looked up from behind the book.
He closed the book, stood up, and quietly walked to his younger brother's side. He glanced at the manuscript and, sure enough, it contained the adventure story of Maomao and Maomao.
Lou Heming asked in bewilderment, "Ah Sui, aren't you doing your workbook today?"
Lou Yansui paused with her pen, leaving a dark ink dot.
He quickly continued writing without changing his expression: "Hmm, I'm not writing anymore."
Lou Hongjian asked, puzzled, "What exercise book?"
"The homework that Shen Zhaolin assigned to him." Lou Heming explained, "I heard from Asui that he has mastered the math knowledge of the first year of high school and is ahead of other students, so Teacher Shen assigned him extra homework. Asui has to do it every day."
Lou Hongjian's teeth ached from listening: "Isn't what the school teaches enough? We need to do extra practice too?!"
Lou Heming also shook his head with a sigh: "I've seen those questions, they're all very difficult, at least I can't understand them, only A-Sui could solve them."
"Second Brother, if even you can't understand it, then I'm even less likely to understand it." Lou Hongjian asked curiously, "A-Sui, have you finished it today?"
Lou Yansui lowered her head and wrote a story, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow: "I'm not doing it today."
"Not doing it?"
Lou Heming couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
In the past, Lou Yansui always followed a specific order when doing her homework. First, she would do the school assignments, then the extra assignments given by Teacher Shen, and only then would she have time to write stories.
Lou Yansui said in a low voice, "Hmm, I don't want to do it anymore. I want to write stories for Mao Mao."
Lou Heming nodded: "Oh, I see."
Without giving it much thought, he sat back down in his original seat. Even the most studious person has moments of laziness, and recently, Asui has indeed rediscovered his passion for writing stories for Mao Mao.
Only Lou Hongjian remained in place, gazing thoughtfully at the black whorl of hair on his younger brother's head.
Lou Yansui's admiration for Shen Zhaolin was no secret within her family.
Of all the teachers at Haicheng Middle School, he praised Shen Zhaolin the most. Even though Lou Dashuai found it very unpleasant, he could only keep his dissatisfaction to himself.
"hold head high?"
Suddenly, Mao Mao lifted her little head from her engrossed creation and looked at her brother with a puzzled expression.
"elder brother?"
Lou Yansui thought she was urging him, so he reached out and patted her head, then immediately pulled his hand back and continued writing furiously, saying without looking up, "Mao Mao, don't rush, I'm almost done."
"oh……"
Mao Mao reached her little hand to the top of her head, touched the spot he had touched, and then scratched her head in confusion.
Huh?
My brother seems unhappy?
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