God of the System Dad

In the library, Zhao Xiaohao and Momo looked at the book quietly. The air smelled of books. Under Zhao Xiaohao's guidance, Momo sat up straight and stared at the picture book. It looked like a little girl who liked to read.

As for Zhao Xiaohao, because of his genetic enhancement, he can see thirty lines at a glance, and basically he will not stay for more than two seconds before quickly flipping through a page of books.

In addition, because he is an expert in language, he can read all the language books here, so compared to the two language experts in front of him, he has to study word by word.

Zhao Xiaohao swept it away easily, and his frequent book changes also aroused dissatisfaction between the two of them.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses crossed his fingers and said displeasedly: "What are you doing? If you don't understand, please go out. You are wasting time here, do you understand?"

Zhao Xiaohao was surprised for a moment, seeing no one around, it seemed that he could only talk about himself, and said with a smile: "You mean me?"

"Who else but you? A joke."

"What's bothering you that I'm serious about reading? You don't care about me, I can do whatever I like." Zhao Xiaohao sneered.

"Oh, I am convinced. I have never seen such a person. Believe it or not, I will call someone to drive you out immediately. I see that you are also a person with a daughter. Don't be ignorant of your face." The middle-aged man said angrily .

Seeing the uncle lose his temper suddenly, Momo leaned close to Zhao Xiaohao in fright, looking terrified.

Zhao Xiaohao took Momo into his arms and said expressionlessly, "You can try."

"Okay, then I'll try." Then, the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and made a call, and within a few minutes, an elderly man in a suit walked in with a serious face.

This gray-haired old man is a director of the book city, and he smiled at the middle-aged man when he came up, "What's wrong with Mr. Wu? He's so angry."

"Uncle Li, I'm not looking for trouble. If you don't believe me, look at him and see what this man is doing." Mr. Wu pointed at Zhao Xiaohao and said coldly.

The supervisor surnamed Li was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Zhao Gang, only to see Zhao Xiaohao quickly flipping through the pages of the book as if no one was there, not staying in front of each page for more than two seconds.

Seeing this, he frowned. Although the books in the book city can be read for free, the books here are all out of print and the price is very high. Every time you read it, it is a loss.

But because there are generally unpopular languages ​​here, no one comes to make trouble, but this person is obviously looking for trouble.

Usually, he would find a way to expel or warn this kind of person, not to mention that Wu Shao called and asked to deal with it. Mr. Wu is a frequent visitor here, not to mention that his father is the principal of a nearby elementary school.

Every year, the textbooks are ordered from their bookstore. If he is angered, this big business will be gone.

Therefore, no matter from which angle, he must let Zhao Xiaohao go.

"Ahem, sir, if you don't want to read it or buy it, please go out." Director Li cleared his throat.

Zhao Xiaohao said seriously: "Who says I don't want to see it, am I looking at it? Why are you using those two holes on the top? If you don't need it, you can donate it."

"You..." Director Li's forehead was slightly bulging with anger.

At this time, the woman on the side sneered and said, "What am I talking about? Someone with a bit of quality can't do this. I think he probably has no culture. He graduated from a high school. It's a pity that this daughter will follow this kind of father, and she will probably have nothing to do in the future." .”

Momo didn't know what happened, but felt that the atmosphere was serious and dignified, she didn't dare to say a word and curled up in Zhao Xiaohao's arms, occasionally looking up, her eyes were still very timid.

"Sir, don't embarrass me. If you go to other places to read books and want to turn them over, but here are some educated intellectuals, so don't bother them, okay?" Director Li didn't want to mess too much. Ugly, so he said softly.

Zhao Xiaohao grinned and said, "I didn't rummage, I was really looking."

"You..." Director Li shook his head fiercely. He had never seen such a brazen person before, and sneered, "Do you know what the book you are reading is? What is it about? Or is it about you?" Just look at the pictures inside, sir, don’t deceive yourself, okay, if you can understand this kind of book, you would have become a professor long ago.”

"Sorry I'm not interested in the professor." Zhao Xiaohao said lightly.

"Pull you down, you think everyone can be a professor, just you, I think your high school education is flattering you." The woman with a round face and a middle part in glasses glared at Zhao Gang.

"Exactly, since you are so capable, you can tell me what is in this book." The middle-aged man snatched the book from Zhao Xiaohao's hand and glanced at it. It turned out to be a rather unpopular Algerian language.

This language is said to be spoken by no more than the number of hands in the world, and it is the only remaining Algerian.

"This book just talks about Algeria's sacrificial culture, from..." Zhao Xiaohao talked with a smile on his face while crossing his arms, summarizing it from multiple angles.

Those who listened were stunned and dumbfounded.

"That's about it. If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself whether what I said is correct." Zhao Xiaohao's mouth slightly raised.

However, the couple looked at each other, and pretended to open the book and read it. Of course they didn't know each other, but they didn't want to lose face. In fact, they didn't believe that Zhao Xiaohao really understood.

Although they didn't know what was written in the book, it was definitely not what Zhao Xiaohao said, he made it up.

"Is it interesting to make up nonsense? The content in the book is not at all. I said you are really boring. Can you get out now?" The middle-aged man said aggressively.

Director Li thought he had made a mistake when he heard that, and immediately hardened his aura.

"Sir, please leave, don't let me find someone to bombard you, it won't look good then."

Zhao Xiaohao squinted his eyes, he was sure he read it right, so the couple must be talking nonsense, they couldn't understand it at all.

"Hmph, let's go." Zhao Xiaohao was about to leave with his daughter in his arms.

At this time, a white old man appeared in front of Zhao Xiaohao. He had a white beard and hair, and a long beard. He gave Zhao Xiaohao a complicated look and said, "Young man, how do you know Algerian? You don't seem to be from Algeria."

"You are?" Zhao Xiaohao asked him, looking him up and down.

"I'm a language researcher. Unfortunately, I happen to do some research on this language. As far as I know, what you just described in that book is true." The old man nodded in affirmation.

Hearing this, everyone was silent.

The middle-aged men and women thought it was impossible at first, but soon they discovered that the old man seemed to be a professor at a nearby university, and it was impossible for him to lie.

"Professor Wang, what he said is true?" Director Li naturally knew that this professor was a frequent visitor here and also a guest of the owner of the bookstore, so he respected him.

"That's right, but what surprised me is that he finished the book so quickly, even if it took me three months to finish it." The old man exclaimed.