Help! I became a hot mom and taught my husband to be a bad kid

After returning home, the family of three started reading and studying.

Su Yuze also sat down at his desk obediently, but unlike in the past, today neither his parents came into the room to watch over him, and they also said that they should not disturb each other during study time.

The couple were both sitting in the study, unable to concentrate on reading, their minds full of what their son had just said.

In our son's heart, we are the best parents in the world...

"Wife—"

"husband--"

The two spoke almost at the same time, their voices intertwining in the air.

Then they smiled at each other and clasped their hands tightly. Silence was more powerful than words.

……

Ten minutes later, Lan Jia went to check on her son at the door. He was still immersed in his own fun.

The little butt moved back and forth on the chair:

Turn the desk lamp on and off, turn it on and off, brighten it and dim it over and over again;

Pick up the eraser and play with it over and over, pretending it is a car "driving" on the table, or imagine it is a small plane throwing it into the air, while making the roar of the car and plane in your mouth;

I tapped the table with a ruler, dong dong dong, dong dong dong...

"I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East, on my way to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. I passed by the Treasure Temple and asked to stay for one night."

Lan Jia left with a smile, and stopped playing the role of Sun Wukong and started playing the role of Tang Monk.

"Are you studying?" Su Tingxi asked.

"Playing~"

"You didn't care?" Su Tingxi looked suspicious.

"Quite interesting."

Su Tingxi sighed, "Sugar-coated bullets really work."

I went to see it twenty minutes later and the kids were still playing.

"Monster, take my stick!" He quickly took off the pencil pinned to his ear and danced it around in his hand...

Compared to Lan Jia's calmness, Su Tingxi was a little unable to hold back.

I was about to go in and knock on the table to remind my son.

Lan Jia grabbed him.

Su Tingxi was puzzled. What happened to Lan Jia these two days?

You know, the two had reached several consensuses before the child was born, one of which was that the child must not be spoiled. Lan Jia felt this most deeply, as her younger brother from her mother's family had been spoiled to no end since he was a child, and now it was giving her a headache.

But now, Lan Jia almost always agrees to all of her son's requests. And her tolerance for learning has reached an unprecedented level.

Let him develop into a ghost-fire boy in the future, just like his uncle?

Did his son's words make him surrender? Or did he completely give up on Su Yuze's studies?

Really can't!

No, no, he will have to worry about the child's studies from now on.

"Wife, why are you pulling me?" Su Tingxi pointed at the watch on his wrist. "Twenty minutes have passed, and you are still playing..."

"Just play. You'll get tired of playing eventually. Wait ten more minutes."

Su Tingxi sat there for another ten minutes feeling very uncomfortable. During these ten minutes, he looked at his watch six times and at the calendar clock on the desk eight times. Lan Jia, on the other hand, was drinking water leisurely.

When the time came, the two came to their son's door again.

I don’t know if the child heard the adults’ footsteps or was really tired of playing, but he sat upright on the chair, holding a pen in his right hand and a form in his left hand, looking at it and muttering to himself.

The two smiled knowingly and prepared to leave.

But then they heard Su Yuze calling them in a clear voice: "Mom and Dad, come in."

He has eyes on the back of his head, and you can tell he's not studying.

He handed the list in his hand to Lan Jia, "Mom, I found a problem."

This is the study schedule she recently set up for her son, from English listening at breakfast to reading, calligraphy practice, mathematical thinking training, English speaking, and exercise after dinner...

Thanks to the high-quality educational resources in the community, children in Jinghai Jiayuan rarely have to attend cram schools outside, and Su Yuze is the same.

But this table does fit the characteristics of a pushy mom. Her schedule is so tight that she can only compress her child's sleep time and even wants to plan the time for going to the toilet.

In order to make this plan, Lan Jia revised it many times. He recalled his own study habits when he was a child and also referred to the time schedule published by well-known education bloggers on the Internet.

Initially, her plan was simpler, more comprehensive, and much easier than this.

That best suits her goal, which is to train her son to be a lifelong athlete, a responsible person, a problem solver, and a person who lives an elegant life. In simple terms, it means to achieve all-round development in "morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor."

After being hit hard by his son's academic performance, he decisively cut out many things and focused on studying. At Su Tingxi's insistence, he added exercise and moved the deadline of the schedule from 10 o'clock to 9 o'clock to ensure that his son could go to bed by 9:30.

Not only that, he also required his son to punch in every day.

devil!

Simply devilish!

"What problem did Xiaoze find?" Su Tingxi asked his son.

Lan Jia collected her thoughts and asked, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"The schedule is even more detailed than a school schedule, but, but..."

Su Yuze didn't know how to describe it, so he gave an example. "Look, the reading time is 30 minutes. What if the time is up and I'm reading an interesting part? If I'm doing a math problem and I'm about to figure it out, should I continue thinking or stop?"

Su Tingxi frowned, "This table has been here for almost a month, and you just discovered it?"

"So you guys are always forcing me to learn this and that, but I don't have time to really read what's written..."

Lan Jia picked up what he had just written and started writing simple new words and forming words.

He wrote "Heaven, Earth, and Man" from the Chinese textbook, and wrote each word five times.

"How about forming words?"

"Heaven, earth, and the human world—these are called the 'Three Realms.'"

"Any more?"

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the underworld, and the ginseng fruit tree."

Lan Jia: “…”

Su Tingxi may have been inspired and said casually, "A big tree attracts the wind," and Lan Jia inexplicably followed up with "wind, flowers, snow and moon."

Suddenly, Su Yuze loudly continued "Chang'e in the Moon".

Children really like games more.

Su Tingxi shook his head, but Lan Jia nodded happily.

"Ozawa is good, these four words are indeed an idiom."

Su Tingxi didn't know that this word was an idiom.

Su Yuze was able to connect completely by accident. Seeing that Su Tingxi didn't know, he felt that he was even more capable than his father, and acted like a good student looking for a job. "Mom, what do you mean?"

"Who is Chang'e?"

"The fairies in the Moon Palace are very beautiful. They mainly dance for the Queen Mother and raise rabbits."

"Yes, Chang'e in the moon refers to a graceful woman with a slender figure and beautiful figure."

The couple had never played this kind of chain game before, and they both thought it was boring. They didn't expect that a casual mention of it today would actually make their son feel involved.

Su Yuze thought about his mother's words again and was very happy. "Mom, it's your turn to answer."

"Chang'e in the moon, Ehuang and Nvying". Wow, Lan Jia was almost stumped. The idiom that the child casually picked up turned out to be a sure-win. There is only one "Ehuang and Nvying".

Su Tingxi followed up with "vigorous and vigorous", but Su Yuze couldn't follow up.

Lan Jia encouraged him that as long as he read more books and accumulated more knowledge, he would be able to continue playing this game.

"Xiao Ze, do you really dislike the schedule your mother made?"

"Yes, I feel like it's like the Tightening Curse," he quickly put his hands on his head, "Every time you come to check, I feel like Tang Monk starts to recite the Tightening Curse, and my head starts to hurt. Ah... stop reciting it..."

That expression looked like Sun Wukong being tortured by the golden hoop.

"Okay, no more tight-fitting curses!" Lan Jia tore up the schedule very decisively, hugged Su Yuze, and kissed him on the forehead, muttering to herself, "Chicken baby, the chicken can't move."

Su Yuze opened his eyes wide, and it took him three seconds to react. He immediately gave Lan Jia a kiss on the face, and of course he did not forget Su Tingxi.

"Thank you, Mom, thank you, Dad! You guys go out, I'll write down the words I just made up."