Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 1079: : A wealthy mother who was born but not raised (31)

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, can I ask for leave today? I'm not feeling well." Ye Yunyan, who is more than six years old, can already express her wishes well.

The man glanced past the boy's abnormally flushed face, still expressionless.

"Young master, please come back with me, you haven't finished your lesson today. Now you have wasted another four minutes, so tonight's lesson time will be delayed."

"But Mr. Zhang, I'm sick..." Sylvia tried to communicate with him.

"Young master, please don't make things difficult for us..." As he said, Zhang Zhongcheng handed the timer to Ye Yunxi. Learn more for a while, and be merciless.

Ye Yunyan started studying at the age of six, and it has been three or four months now.

Different courses are fully arranged every day, and there is no rest on Saturdays and Sundays. I study sixteen hours a day, from five in the morning to ten in the evening.

Sixteen hours of study time, and the remaining one hour is allocated for breakfast, lunch, dinner, washing, going to the bathroom, etc.

He was almost spinning, and after this course he went to another course.

Every day I stay in that room and study endlessly with different teachers.

Recently, the weather has changed, and Ye Yunyan has been studying for so long, time is tight, and he has a fever if he doesn't notice it.

Ye Yunyan thought it would be good to ask the teacher for at least a day off, at least half a day.

But Zhang Zhongcheng disagreed, Zhang Zhongcheng managed all the teachers, and all the teachers listened to him, Zhang Zhongcheng said one thing, others dare not say two.

But Zhang Zhongcheng is rigid, not only strict with himself, but also strict with others. He doesn't have much empathy, and he only thinks about fulfilling the requirements of the students' parents perfectly.

"Young master, come back with me." Zhang Zhongcheng said again.

At this time, Ye Yunyan was in physical discomfort. The high-pressure study day after day, and Zhang Zhongcheng's ruthlessness aroused the rebellious psychology of Ye Yunyan, who was usually very well behaved.

He raised his head to look at Zhang Zhongcheng, like a cub that stood up and bared its teeth, and said every word: "I'm not going, I'm not feeling well, I want to rest."

Zhang Zhongcheng still had no expression on his face. He held his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers and said, "Young Master, don't make things difficult for us. Disobedient children will be punished."

The employer, that is, Ye Yu, had completely handed over Ye Yunyan's education to Zhang Zhongcheng that year.

As long as Zhang Zhongcheng can regularly and quantitatively let Ye Yunyan complete what he has learned, Ye Yu doesn't mind Zhang Zhongcheng using any method.

Zhang Zhongcheng used to be a teacher in a school for problem children. He has his own way of dealing with disobedient problem children.

"Young master, let me ask one last time, are you going or not."

With red eyes, Ye Yunyan gritted his teeth and said, "No."

Zhang Zhongcheng looked down at the seven-year-old Ye Yunyan from a high position, his glasses glowed coldly, and the corners of his lips curled up into a mocking smile.

"In this case, the misbehaving child should be punished." As he spoke, Zhang Zhongcheng leaned over like a little chicken, picked up Sylvia and walked out.

"What are you doing, let me go." Sylvia flung her hands and feet, struggling to get down.

Zhang Zhongcheng was expressionless and didn't say a word.

At this moment, ten-year-old Ye Yunxi walked over.

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