431 Chen Chen I have practiced, but my hands always don't obey me.

The fat kid became as fat as a ball when his father and mother didn't love him. After returning to his biological father, his eating standard went up several levels.

Pangpang also has a dog at home, but it is not as big as Baibai and eats a lot. Pangpang occasionally feeds it a small stove, but it just won’t grow up. It is so small and skinny that it can’t even carry Pangpang around, not even Xia Xia, a little kid weighing less than 20 kilograms, can carry it.

Others thought that Pangpang was guarding the food and didn't feed the dog enough.

Pangpang died unjustly.

Actually, Chenchen can eat, but maybe it’s because he has been practicing martial arts with Dong Shengping for many years, but he doesn’t gain much weight. Instead, he is taller than Dongdong, who is one year older than him, and he is in better spirits than other kids of the same age.

"Pangpang, what did you write? Didn't you practice your calligraphy well during the summer vacation? Can the teacher understand it?"

Actually, Chenchen didn’t come here to attend class, but to play with his friends.

Unexpectedly, after a summer vacation, Pangpang's handwriting was still so ugly that he didn't even want to admit that he was the one who taught Pangpang his handwriting.

Dongdong handed his notebook to Chenchen: "Chenchen, take a look at how I wrote. I listened to you and practiced well."

After reading Dongdong's handwriting, Chenchen nodded in a condescending manner: "Dongdong is very good. Pangpang, you should learn from Dongdong in the future."

On the first day of class, the little radishes can choose their own deskmates. Pangpang and Dongdong both compete to sit next to Chenchen.

But Chenchen said that he might only have one first grade class a week, so it would be better for the two of them to sit at the same table.

So now Chenchen is sitting alone at the back of the classroom, with Dongdong and Pangpang in front of him, and in front of them are the twins Dundun and his friends. Everyone gathers around Chenchen out of habit, and all the friends who used to attend the Yuhong class together gather together.

The other little radishes who had not attended the red education class looked at them enviously. Which child in the base didn't want to be friends with Chen Chen and touch Chen Chen's majestic "mount"?

The one that Fu Zhengtu had made out of wood before was already enviable enough, and now this one is alive and can move and run. Everyone is so envious that they cry when they see it from afar.

Pang Pang frowned, looking very distressed: "Chenchen, I have practiced, but my hands just don't obey me. No matter how I write, it's always crooked."

Fatty opened the homework book and pointed to the ugliest lines for Chenchen to see:

"My father wrote these lines while holding my hand. I think they are uglier than what I wrote myself, so it's not my problem, it's my father's problem.

Chenchen, look, your father is good-looking, and you are also good-looking. Your father’s handwriting is also beautiful, so your handwriting is also beautiful.”

The most popular fat guy concluded: "Look, my father and I look a lot alike, don't we? So Chenchen, this is probably the best way I can write."

Chen Chen: “…………”

Dong Dong disagreed: "Nonsense, I am prettier than my dad! My handwriting is also prettier than my dad's!"

Fatty: "Maybe you look like your mother, but unfortunately I don't even have a mother."

Dongdong: “…………”

Fatty, you are good at making excuses.

Chen Chen no longer wanted to talk to his little friend: "Okay, okay, but you can't say that I taught you to write in the future. You can only say that your father taught you."

Fatty tilted his head and asked, "Why?"

Chen Chen said, "I can't afford to lose face like this."

Fatty: “…………”

…

That afternoon, Chenchen didn't go to class.

Su Taotao thought he would at least continue for a week.

I didn't expect that I only attended for half a day.

"Hasn't Chenchen played with Pangpang and the others for a long time? Why didn't you go this afternoon?"

Chenchen sat cross-legged on the small stool made by his father: "Mom, I seem to have grown up again. Why haven't Pangpang and the others grown up yet?"

Su Taotao: “???”

"What do you mean?"

Chenchen told Su Taotao about what happened at school today, then ran into the house and took out his treasure box. He found the notes he had passed to his father on the first and last day of summer vacation:

"Look, Mom, this is my handwriting on the first day of summer vacation, and this is my handwriting on the last day of summer vacation. Isn't it a lot of progress?"

Su Taotao took it and looked at it, and found that it had indeed improved a lot.

Chen Chen habitually "copied" Fu Zhengtu's answers, which was equivalent to imitating Fu Zhengtu's handwriting and then adjusting his own handwriting, making only a little progress every day.

It may not be obvious without comparison, but with this comparison, the results of hard work are still very obvious.

Before going to bed at night, Su Taotao asked Fu Zhengtu: "If you learn Chenchen's ability, it will be hard to tell the difference between Chenchen's handwriting and yours. Isn't that bad?"

Fu Zhengtu shook his head and said, "No, when we first started practicing calligraphy, we all copied the same calligraphy, but in the end everyone developed their own style.

Chenchen has his own ideas, and they will be distinguishable when he grows up."

Well, when it comes to her son's education, Su Taotao always listens to Fu Zhengtu.

"By the way, I heard some rumors that the college entrance examination might be resumed." Fu Zhengtu suddenly said.

Su Taotao was not very surprised because she knew it a long time ago. She also knew that the time would be around October next year, otherwise why would she study so hard.

But Fu Zhengtu received the news so early?

"Really? Is the news reliable?" Su Taotao tried her best to act surprised.

"Almost certainly," Fu Zhengtu touched Su Taotao's head, "Do you want to go to college?"

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