Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

Chapter 735 This Son Can't Be Put Back Into My Stomach

Yan Qinnan ran back to his room, frantically searching for the test paper in his schoolbag while asking for help from his academically gifted younger brother.

"Xiao Nan, your brother is in danger this time. You must help me and not stand by and watch me die..."

Yan Qinnan's thoughts while reading were interrupted. He looked up, his calm expression was exactly the same as his biological father's. "Brother, it's not as serious as you say. After all, this is not your first time..."

What this means is that this is not the first time you have gotten such a low score in all these years, and your parents should be used to it.

"Oh, you are still too young, you don't understand." Yan Qinbei took out the test paper from his schoolbag, but it looked wrinkled. He smoothed the wrinkles with his hands, "Every parent cannot ignore their children's academic performance, no matter if it is once or a hundred or ten thousand times. Good scores make people happy, and bad scores make people irritable..."

"..."

Yan Qinnan was speechless for a moment. This man spoke very logically and seemed to understand everything, but why didn't he study hard?

As a studious student, his mind was a little confused at the moment, and his tone was confused, "Brother, since you know all these principles, why don't you attend class and study hard?"

"I just like playing more than studying. I'm thinking of working hard in a few years..."

Yan Qinnan: “…”

His brother's answer is really speechless.

Yan Qinnan pondered for a moment, organized his words, and his little face revealed an extremely serious expression, "Brother, if you don't work hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old."

Hearing these earnest words, Yan Qinbei felt for a moment as if his parents were talking to him, which made him dazed for a long time.

Then, his mouth spoke faster than his brain, and he said, "Well, I, your brother, will study hard next year."

"Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are." Yan Qinnan continued to persuade seriously.

"My dear brother, you really look like the old scholar in ancient Chinese literature..."

"you……"

Seeing that he wanted to continue talking, Yan Qinbei grabbed him and tried to lead him to the door, "Now is not the time to discuss this. Your brother is in such a dangerous moment right now. Please help me through this difficult time first..."

"No, brother, listen to me..."

"Oh, I can't wait any longer. If I continue to procrastinate, my situation will become more dangerous. Come with me first..."

"The depth of our brotherhood will be determined today..."

"..."

Yan Qinnan was pulled aside by his own brother to save the situation. This familiar scene and dialogue had been played out countless times.

Familiar scene, unfamiliar score.

Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman each held a test paper in their hands, and the big red numbers on it suddenly appeared in front of them, but the bright numbers on it made Qian Yiman's eyes go dark, and the anger in her body was about to erupt.

Yan Zhengting was calm, perhaps because he was used to it. He didn't say anything. After putting down the test paper, he turned to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water for Qian Yiman, signaling her with his eyes to calm down.

No matter what, this son can't be put back into the stomach.

Qian Yiman gulped down half a glass of water, and only then did she feel much better.

She shook the test paper in her hand and asked, "Yan Qinbei, what do you mean? Didn't you promise me last time that you would do well in the exam this time?"

"Mom, I actually made some progress in math this time..."

"Ah……"

I got 35 points in math, 5 points more than last time. Is this called progress?

Qian Yiman was almost laughing out of anger, and said with a laugh: "Yan Qinbei, I find that you don't set high standards for yourself..."

"Mom, didn't you teach me that a person should be content with what he has..."

"Is that what I meant? Huh?"

This time, Qian Yiman was really so angry that she laughed.