"A five-meter key, a washing machine that's one centimeter tall, a fifteen-meter-long pencil—I really want to pull out my forty-meter-long machete."
Kang Le immediately retorted, "Your forty-meter-long cleaver is just enough to whittle my fifteen-meter-long pencil."
Zhang Jian turned around and jumped up, while the others also facepalmed. What was all this about?!
Peng Miao followed suit, and soon her own defenses crumbled. "Ah, one, two, three, four, how many paragraphs are there?!"
"Three."
Peng Miao cried out in despair, "How could there be three?! Four, okay, four!"
Kang Le felt wronged, "But our teacher said that compositions should have three paragraphs."
Peng Miao was eliminated instantly, and Peng Lei and Zhao Shufang took to the stage again.
"What is it that you take out the wine that has been buried underground for five hundred years?"
Kang Le looked puzzled, but his mouth spoke faster than his brain: "Alcohol."
The four people surrounding him covered their faces and turned away. Zhang Jian put his hands on his hips, swallowed hard, and silently thought to himself, "He's not my son, I can't hit him, I can't hit him."
Lin Yang tried to use a conciliatory approach, saying, "Think about it again. If we follow your logic, then chicken essence is like burying a chicken underground. What would we call burying you underground?"
Kang Le's eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "The White Bone Demon!"
Peng Miao had already turned her back in anger, and Zhang Jian couldn't help but slam his hand on the table. "Chenjiu! Chenjiu! How could it be alcohol!"
The two older people were startled by the sound of the table being slammed. "Don't slam the table, talk to the child properly."
Lin Yang felt like he was choking on blood, wishing he could choke to death.
Peng Miao tried to ease the tension, "Okay, next question, let's do sentence construction first."
Title: I danced, for, the principal, the peacock dance, and for, my grandfather.
Kang Le confidently wrote, "Grandpa Principal danced a peacock dance for me."
Lin Yang covered his face and pretended to be dead, while the four elders' back teeth were almost worn down.
Kang Le, standing to the side, thought there was nothing wrong with his sentence. Everyone silently repeated to themselves, "The child isn't ours, we can't lay a hand on him."
After finally finishing the Chinese exam, everyone saw a glimmer of hope.
Lin Yang looked at today's schedule and said, "Today we'll read the words five times, then do a dictation. Let's read them."
Everyone leaned back in their chairs with relaxed expressions, picked up their water glasses, and their throats were already parched.
Then, upon hearing the sound of someone reading aloud, Lin Yang almost spat out the water he hadn't swallowed.
What is this thing?!
"Mom dies, brother dies, I die, we all die..."
Lin Yang stared at the words "mouths," "girls," "was," and "does" in the book, feeling as if the sky were falling and the earth were cracking. Good heavens! Is it really that hard to earn money for a travel variety show appearance?! He vowed never to film a travel variety show again! Ugh, how could a travel variety show include something as disgusting as winter break homework?! Director Lin! Are you even human?! You try it yourself!
Lin Yang watched as the four people corrected Kang Le's pronunciation. One had a Northeastern accent, one a Beijing accent, one a Henan accent, and one a Northwestern accent. At this moment, a single word had five different pronunciations.
The fifth pronunciation is the word pronunciation that Kang Le imitates, which is simply appalling.
Lin Yang felt he couldn't continue like this; if Kang Le went back to school, it would be too late to correct her behavior. So, he played the pronunciation of these words for Kang Le on his phone.
Lin Yang suddenly realized how stupid he had been. How could he not have thought of that in the early days? We are now in a rapidly developing intelligent era, and there is no need for anyone to teach us.
The next second, he was slapped in the face. Following a standard American accent, Kang Le repeated, "Mom dies, brother dies, I die, we all die..."
He really wants to die right now!
"No, Kang Le, listen carefully, does your pronunciation sound the same as this?"
Kang Le's small eyes were filled with doubt. "Isn't this the same thing?"
Lin Yang felt his blood pressure was at least 180, and his chest was filled with an invisible rage. Just then, he happened to see Sheng Yiyi sleeping soundly on the sofa next to him, and his anger surged to the top of his head.
No, we have to schedule shifts, one person per day, then nobody will have an easy time!
The proposal was quickly passed by six votes. Kang Le, the only one to voice his opposition, said that he could write it on his own without tutoring, but his opinion was rejected on the spot.
The next day, Sheng Yiyi, who was full of energy, looked at the other five people, who seemed to have stayed up all night and looked listless, and was very puzzled.
Did you not sleep well last night?
Even the kind-faced Zhao Shufang couldn't help but shudder. She thought to herself that it was fortunate that it was only fifteen days and that she didn't have to take care of her grandchildren. She would give her daughter-in-law a big red envelope and buy her some supplements when she got back. If necessary, she would find a tutor. It was really too hard work. Some money should be earned by others. After all, who would have thought that tutoring children's homework would be so exhausting!
Peng Lei shared the same thought. He used to often try to smooth things over when his children got angry while disciplining their grandson, saying that they should teach gently. Forget gentleness! They should teach like they did when they were kids, with a bamboo whip. He'll buy one for the child when they get back, otherwise, he might get sick from his grandson's anger one day.
(As an aside, after this segment aired, sales of bamboo products suddenly surged, leaving many merchants puzzled as to why bamboo needed to be made into a smooth, long strip.)
Peng Miao suddenly realized that not having children was the best decision she could have made. If she had children every day, how many years would she have aged? Just thinking about how Kang Le would be someone else's child again in fifteen days made her feel much better.
Zhang Jian only has one daughter who is still very young and can barely walk. Thinking about how he nearly lost control of his emotions several times last night while helping her with her homework, he couldn't sleep at all last night because of the anger. If it weren't for watching the video of his little darling sleeping peacefully on his phone, he wouldn't have been able to sleep at all. Fortunately, his sweet little girl is incredibly well-behaved and absolutely refuses to listen to her mother and have another son. Having another son would shorten his lifespan by half.
Lin Yang suddenly realized that the government's call for late marriage and late childbirth was truly reasonable. These women weren't little angels at all; they were little devils coming to take his life. He would rather work until he died than get married and have children, and he would never give any woman the chance to take his life.
A spirited Sheng Yiyi and a revitalized Kang Le walked at the front, followed by the others whose energy had been drained.
Fortunately, after catching up on sleep on the train, the grieving group saw the boat town built on the water and their mood instantly brightened. They excitedly took out their phones to take pictures.
Lin Yang's hotel was on the main island of the boat town. They had already transferred to a train and contacted the hotel's shuttle service before getting off. After everyone took some photos of the scenery, they could take a small boat to the hotel.
Because their luggage was quite heavy, they were on a separate boat. The seven of them, on the other hand, were on one boat.
Ships sail through the building, and up close you can see seawater crystals that have dried out and shimmer in the sunlight, as if they have covered the building with a layer of faded gold leaf, making the whole building look like a dream city in the sunlight.
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