Chapter 222: I don’t have the same last name as my father, I can write my name
The big rice pot scoundrel closed his eyes.
Gong Lingxiao was so angry that he died. It was the first time he felt so helpless.
How to teach this kid?
"Little Miss, Uncle Li will give you five candies. Can you please do your homework first?"
Assistant Li's voice was like a ray of hope. Dafanguo excitedly looked up with his eyes shining.
The chubby little hand grabbed Assistant Li's palm.
"No! You have to finish writing first." Assistant Li pointed to the table.
Big Rice Pot glanced at the homework book in front of him, and then looked at Assistant Li's candy.
"If you write well, Uncle Li will give you five more. Then you'll have ten!"
"Wow~" Big Rice Pot became excited and immediately picked up the pen.
Gong Lingxiao looked at Assistant Li in disbelief, "Just a few candies? She can write?"
It seemed that even after being a father for so long, he didn't realize how obsessed his daughter was with food.
But!
There's something wrong with this kid!
I saw Dafanguo sitting there with a serious look on his face, holding a pen in his hand, but he didn't move his pen.
Special Assistant Li asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"No way!"
She pointed blankly at the name Gong Lingxiao had written, "These crickets can't twist their nests."
She also twisted her gas tank, "Look, what's the word on this pot? I have to twist it left and right..."
As the big rice pot was writing, "Oh my, there's not enough room!"
I asked her to write her name twice, but she ended up filling up the entire paper with just one character, "Gong." "What should I do? I have to write on my desk. I have to move my desk to school tomorrow to hand in the homework."
Gong Lingxiao held his forehead with his hand.
For a moment, I felt like I had given birth to a fool.
But sometimes, I feel like I gave birth to a genius.
"It's not written like this. You have to write the word in this grid, not fill up the whole paper, do you understand?" Gong Lingxiao grabbed the kid's pen and pointed at the word on it.
The big rice pot frowned and shook his head, not understanding, "Why are you so stingy? It's such a big piece of paper, why write something as small as a booger?"
She looked at Gong Lingxiao and asked, "Can't we even afford paper?"
Gong Lingxiao felt like his blood vessels were about to burst.
When I watched short videos before, I couldn’t understand why those parents would get so angry when teaching their children to do homework, and even overturn the table and tear up the homework!
Now, he understood.
"Mr. Gong, you have to be patient. How about you hold the young lady's hand and let her write along? After all, I've seen Mr. Liu teach in the same way." Special Assistant Li said earnestly.
Gong Lingxiao glanced sideways, "Is this how Liu Zhixiang usually teaches her to do her homework?"
"Yes! He was very patient and praised the young lady while he wrote."
The big rice pot folded his arms, raised his face proudly, and acted like a boss. "Yes, yes, yes! Male mommy, your work performance is very good! I like male mommy's teaching, and I will tell him more chicken millet in the future."
Gong Lingxiao raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean by a few chicken grains?"
The big rice pot pressed its pink lips with its little finger, "This pot is a secret. Dad, why don't we sleep together? Uncle Li, give me the candy."
In the blink of an eye, the kid started to take advantage of every opportunity to deceive his father.
Gong Lingxiao rolled up his sleeves and gripped the big rice pot, his desire to win strong. "I just don't believe I can't teach you how to write your name."
Dafanguo felt his hand being pushed by Gong Lingxiao to write, and he finished half of the article effortlessly.
Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she finished very quickly and got ten candies.
Just as Dafanguo was calculating, Gong Lingxiao let go of the pen and said, "It's your turn to write."
Dafanguo clumsily picked up the pen and slowly wrote each stroke, looking at the word each time.
These words required so many gestures that she felt dizzy after reading them over and over again.
She felt dizzy and leaned back in her chair, howling, "I'm going to faint. I don't want to be called Gong anymore! I'll just call 111."
Gong Lingxiao was speechless, "The surname cannot be changed."
"That nest is barking~" Before he could finish his words, his head turned and the big rice pot laughed "Hehehe~" a few times.
Gong Lingxiao glanced sideways: "Why are you suddenly happy again?"
Dafanguo picked up his pen and wrote on his homework book, stroke by stroke: "Ye 11. From now on, my name will be Ye 11. I have Mommy's last name."
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