"It's just nonsense!" The old lady Zhao was the most conservative, and slapped the table heavily, "I finally got into Xiaocheng High School, and I left as soon as I said, how can I look like a student!"
Su Sibo put down his chopsticks, sighed deeply, and stood up, "Yunyun probably likes calligraphy too much."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and said to Zhao Xinyu: "Xinyu, this matter will trouble you even more. Try not to let Liyun leave Xiaocheng High School, and see if you can change to another bet with Sun Wu."
As for Li Yun's calligraphy being better than Zhao Xinyu's, it's completely impossible, and Su Sibo didn't even dare to think about it.
Zhao Xinyu has practiced calligraphy since she was a child, and her writing skills are magnificent.
After finishing speaking, Su Sibo turned and went upstairs, his footsteps were a little heavy, "Let me have a good talk with Yunyun."
It wasn't until Su Sibo's figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs that Mrs. Zhao couldn't restrain her temper and rolled her eyes directly, and the bowls and chopsticks made a few crisp sounds when thrown.
"Xin Yu, don't worry about this matter." The old lady Zhao sneered, her eyes full of disdain, "Why should we wipe her ass and teach her a lesson for what she did!"
***
When Su Sibo knocked on the door of Liyun's room, he saw what Su Ningyuan and Liyun were doing together.
His face softened a little.
He was very happy to see the children getting along so harmoniously.
"Ning Yuan, you go back to your room first, your sister and I have something to talk about."
Su Ning glanced at Li Yun from a distance, and then left with "Xinhua Dictionary".
Seeing this, Su Sibo's eyes were stained with a smile.
Su Ningyuan really became more and more sensible, played less games, and even knew that he wanted to study with Liyun.
It seems that in the future, Su Ningyuan and Li Yun will be more in touch.
Su Ningyuan closed the door before Su Sibo stepped forward and sat down on the chair where Su Ningyuan was sitting just now, "Yunyun, Dad has something to tell you."
Li Yun raised his cold black eyes, "What?"
"Do you like calligraphy?" Su Sibo asked very tactfully.
"good."
Su Sibo: "If you want to learn calligraphy, you can ask Xinyu to teach you. Her cloud writing is not bad."
Seeing Li Yun's complexion turn cold inch by inch, Su Sibo changed his rhetoric again, "If you don't want Xin Yu to teach you, you can find other calligraphy teachers as well."
Li Yun turned his face sideways, and said two words expressionlessly, "No need."
Su Sibo wanted to say something more, but Li Yun turned around smoothly and left the door, going to the bathroom.
When Liyun returned to the room again, Su Sibo was no longer there.
Only then did Li Yun restart the computer and open the thesis editor.
When the phone vibrated, Li Yun looked away from the computer screen, and reached for the phone.
Seeing the number above, she moved her fingers, hung up expressionlessly, and put the phone casually on the table.
A few seconds later, a text message popped up.
¡¾Don't hide, I know you ran away, Academician Li. ¡¿
Li Yun pinched the back of her neck twice, feeling a little irritable, but still made a call back.
"Academician Li." As soon as the phone was connected, the middle-aged man's voice rang out, thick and kind, with a little respect, "Why did you run away suddenly?"
"Dean He." Li Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and greeted politely, "I'm coming out to relax."
He Huazhang's eyes are a bit complicated at the moment, "Don't go to high school to relax, isn't the Institute of Mathematics fun?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com