"Daddy, you're back." Tang Miao hurried out to greet her, and saw Tang Sihuang and Tang Xingang sitting down in the living room.
Tang Xin wearily ordered: "Aunt Chun, Dad and I have eaten outside. Give Dad a glass of red wine, and I want a cup of coffee."
"Okay, young master."
Seeing that Tang Sihuang seemed very tired, Tang Miao didn't speak immediately, and sat beside him.
"What's the matter?" Tang Sihuang saw at a glance that the youngest son had something to say.
"Daddy, I want to quit my tutor. I still like to study by myself." Tang Miao is completely pretending to be calm. In terms of education, Daddy is very strict. He knew that it would be difficult to persuade him, and he was ready to argue with him .
"Self-study?" Tang Sihuang really raised his eyebrows, he didn't see anything on his face, but his eyes were full of displeasure, "Your grades have always been at the bottom of the class."
It's really not tactful at all, Tang Miao thought, but her face became hot. He "before" did often count down, but isn't that because he has not been used to the teaching method and teaching rhythm of country Z
Tang Sihuang glanced at him and took a sip of the red wine.
Tang Xin interjected disapprovingly: "Tang Miao, we are not children from ordinary families. You should understand Dad's intentions. If you are dissatisfied with this tutor, you can change it at worst."
Tang Sihuang narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Tang Chun who was standing aside. Tang Chun shook his head slightly, feeling puzzled in his heart. In the afternoon, when the young master was in class, he was on the sidelines, and he didn't notice any unhappiness between the tutor and the young master.
"It's not about tutoring," Tang Miao thought for a while, then looked at Tang Sihuang, "Daddy, why don't we make an agreement?"
"Oh? Tell me." Tang Sihuang seemed very interested, put down his wine glass, leaned casually on the sofa, and stared at him noncommittally.
Tang Xin's pupils shrank almost imperceptibly, and then he drank his coffee indifferently.
Tang Miao said confidently: "Resign the tutor first, and I promise to get the top ten in the class in the first monthly exam after school starts. If you can't do it, let daddy arrange it."
Tang Sihuang smiled, and took another sip of the red wine noncommittally, with a dark light flickering in his eyes. His youngest son is a bit interesting. This youngest son has always been in awe of himself, and always shrinks in front of him. This is the first time he has faced himself so confidently, and has the courage to negotiate with him. Not bad, worthy of praise.
Tang Xin also looked over in surprise, and then at Tang Sihuang.
Tang Sihuang finished his red wine and nodded: "Yes. If you can't do it, you can go to the company for an internship on weekends and winter vacations."
Hearing this, Tang Xin glanced at his little brother sympathetically. At my young age, even if I go to the company, I can only be an errand boy. With my younger brother's timid character, this is undoubtedly the best punishment for him.
Tang Miao frowned, revealing two small dimples again, and said confidently: "It's a deal." Afterwards, he said good night and went upstairs leisurely.
Originally, he had made up his mind to keep his original personality, and then gradually change it, but now he forgot to pretend, and he didn't notice Tang Sihuang's thoughtful expression in the living room, and Tang Xin's expression on his face. Confuse.