Ji Changmu was patient most of the time, but occasionally he would be annoyed by Xiao Yuzi and scold her with a straight face: "Students should act like students."

Little Youzi hummed: "I won't like you if you are mean to me."

The little brother is so handsome, so he can't be fierce. If he becomes fierce, he will lose his handsomeness and become Old Qiao.

"I don't need you to like me, I just need you to study hard." Ji Changmu took her hand, "You need to practice calligraphy hard, come here, I will teach you."

Little Yuzi's little hand was held by him, and the little brother's hand was so cold.

However, Xiao Youzi found that Ji Changmu's handwriting was really beautiful, even better than her calligraphy teacher's handwriting.

Little Youzi suddenly became happy and let Ji Changmu hold her hand to write.

According to the calligraphy teacher, she didn't like to write. She always filled the copybook with ink instead of writing it out stroke by stroke.

Ji Changmu taught her to write more straightly and no longer crookedly. He also told her that the essay questions could not be drawn and had to be written well.

Little Yuzi pointed at Peppa Pig on her test paper and pouted: "Brother, do you think my painting is not good-looking?"

"The essay question must be a composition, and you can only draw in art class. It doesn't mean that you are not good at drawing, it's just that you shouldn't draw here."

Ji Changmu's gentle voice was soft, and Little Yuzi nodded obediently.

But she was impatient. Sometimes she stood up, sometimes sat down, sometimes moved closer to Ji Changmu's arm, and sometimes lowered her head and rested her chin on the table.

Ji Changmu said this to her several times, but she couldn't change it.

He didn't expect her to change in one day, so he should take his time.

During the break, Ji Changmu looked through her textbooks, while Little Yuzi lay by the window and played.

"Brother, there are persimmons on the tree. I want to eat them."

"Call the teacher."

"Little brother."

"..." Ji Changmu squinted at her little figure, "I won't pick it for you until you ask the teacher."

"Hello, teacher." Little Youzi's biggest advantage is her ability to bend and stretch. She looked at Ji Changmu with a smile.

She couldn't reach the persimmon tree outside the window, but she knew her little brother could.

Ji Changmu had long arms, so he moved slightly to the outside and picked a red persimmon.

"I'll wash it for you."

"Brother is so kind."

Little Yuzi followed Ji Changmu, like a little tail, bumping in the air, jumping around in her pigtails, her little white leather shoes stepping on the floor, making a "dong-dong" sound.

"Plop", little Yuzi fell to the ground.

"It hurts..." The little girl got up, covered her head, and looked at Ji Changmu with tears in her eyes, "It hurts."

Ji Changmu quickly put down the persimmon in his hand, helped her up, knelt down and rubbed her little head: "Where does it hurt? Is something wrong?"

"You have to hug me so it doesn't hurt." Little Yuzi cried.

Ji Changmu hugged her and coaxed her: "Okay."

"Well..." Little Youzi sobbed, her nose twitching, and she put her little head on Ji Changmu's shoulder, not allowing him to leave.

Ji Changmu is not old, and has never coaxed a child. It is neither a matter of leaving nor a matter of not leaving.

After a long time, Xiaoyouzi rubbed her eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then let's continue class."

"Well." Little Yuzi had a headache again.

Ji Changmu was very strict when he should be strict. Xiao Youzi was beaten several times by him and almost ran away, but Ji Changmu caught him every time.
Chapter completed!