Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

"No, I just want to take a nap now. Please go out." Zhang Luojia's expression remained unchanged.

Father Chen was a little angry. Just as he was about to scold her like he did to the children in the class, Mother Chen grabbed her by the corner of her clothes.

"You really don't need to see a doctor? It's better to take a look, you..." Mother Chen's words were swallowed back under Zhang Luojia's gaze, "If you are really tired, then Xiaoxin, please take more rest today, and mom will call Let the teacher come a little later."

Zhang Luojia was too lazy to play the piano to the cow, and put the quilt over his head: "I said I won't go to school today. If you keep arguing, I won't even take the college entrance examination."

"You!" Chen's father stepped forward to lift the quilt, but Chen's mother forcefully pulled him out.

Father Chen, who was dragged out of the door, was still blushing: "Why are you dragging me along? Look at your son, he is young and has a bad temper!"

Mother Chen rolled her eyes at him: "When he was disobedient, he was my son. When he won the award, he kept saying 'my son, my son'. Can't you see that the child is not feeling well today? When has our son ever pretended to be so since he was a child?" If he is sick, let him rest for half a day."

Father Chen muttered: "Even if you are sick, you can't do this to me. Who are you threatening with the college entrance examination? I'm not doing this for his own good. If you don't take the test, I won't be able to beat his legs... In ancient times, this was It's called disobedience and unfilial piety. No matter how good you are at studying, you must first have good character."

Zhang Luojia closed his eyes. He had enough of these weird parents and was too lazy to listen to their nonsense.

Zhang Luojia was puzzled as to how the old-fashioned and stubborn Chen father and mother could give birth to the extremely smart Chen Zexin. This was not in line with genetics at all!

The good sleep he had had before was interrupted, and Zhang Luojia, who fell asleep again, could not get the same feeling as he had last time. He simply crossed his legs and practiced his inner strength, the Heart Sutra, to figure out how to quickly deal with these two bad guys.

Zhang Luojia had long had a photographic memory, and coupled with the original owner's superior memory, he could easily find the set of college entrance examination papers that he had missed in Chen Zexin's memory.

Because of this failure, Chen Zexin made mistakes in many similar questions over and over again, and he remembers the details very deeply.

Zhang Luojia is not worried about the upcoming college entrance examination at all.

His stomach suddenly growled, and Zhang Luojia rubbed the sunken belly of the body.

He found baby milk powder from the space and made himself a cup with the water in the thermos. Fortunately, the water was still warm, so Zhang Luojia swallowed it in small sips.

A nine-year-old child should be ready to eat, but after one cup of milk powder, she already felt full.

Through the non-soundproof wooden door, Zhang Luojia heard the sound of cooking outside, and the smell of fried shredded potatoes came.

Shredded potatoes again. Shredded potatoes are always the main dish for Chinese dinner.

Zhang Luojia's eyes dimmed.

The original owner was too young to know, but as an over-age adult, she saw it very clearly.

Since Chen Zexin was five years old, Chen's father and mother have taken him to participate in more than ten acupuncture activities. During this time, they made a lot of money, but they saved all the money to buy a house in their hometown and renovated it.

But he rented a cheap rental house in the capital, ate simple food and wore simple clothes every day, and lived a miserable life, earning many sympathetic looks from people who didn't know about it.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a good boy from a poor family, a good boy from other people's family! However, when he was later bullied by the Internet, many people were troubled. Chen Zexin was simply a nightmare for many students with average studies.

Most of the students have been muttered by their family members at one time or another: "Look at Chen Zexin, the child prodigy. His family is poor and he only eats chaffy vegetables, but he still studies so well. Your father is eating and drinking well and serving you. How can you still do it?" If you don’t study hard, I’ll cut your butt into eight petals for you!”

The original owner is not yet an adult and cannot easily get rid of Father Chen and Mother Chen, unless...

Zhang Luojia thought for a while and made a plan for himself.

"Xiao Xin, wake up, come out and eat quickly." Mother Chen wore an apron and pushed the door open directly: "I have made an appointment with Teacher Sun to come at one o'clock in the afternoon. Eat quickly now, don't delay class for a while."

Zhang Luojia didn't answer. He got up, put on his slippers, sat on the table outside, ate a few symbolic mouthfuls and said, "I'm full, I'll go back and rest first."

Chen Zexin never had to do housework at home. This is what Chen's mother always said: "You have never done any housework since you were a child, and you don't have to do anything. All you have to do is study hard. Your father and I I’ll be counting on you from now on when I’m exhausted.”

Chen's father looked grim and didn't stop him. At least his son didn't say anything about not being able to go to class.

After returning to the room, she made two snacks out of thin air. They were specially made for her in the small kitchen when she was Mrs. Li. No matter which world she was in, Zhang Luojia would always put in some "local specialties" habitually. Space reserve.

The milky aroma is very strong. Chen Zexin's body has never eaten such delicious food. Body fluids are constantly secreted from his mouth, and the nerves in his brain are constantly clamoring to eat more and more pieces.

Zhang Luojia refrained from overeating, cleaned up the snack crumbs, and waited for the teacher to come to the door.

At ten minutes to one o'clock, a thin middle-aged woman appeared, wearing a pair of myopic glasses as thick as the bottom of a bottle, and her two nasolabial folds looked particularly serious.

"Today, your mother said that you were not feeling well and postponed the class to the afternoon. If it were anyone else, I would definitely not come to class again. Now let's hurry up. I will give you a set of test questions and you can finish them as quickly as possible."

Zhang Luojia took the test paper obediently, glanced at it, picked up the carbon pen on the side, and started writing without even having to type a draft.

Nonsense, the original author has answered this question countless times, and the answers are engraved deep in his DNA. Moreover, Chen Zexin was the youngest doctor later. This is simply childish.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Luojia handed the test paper to Teacher Kong. Teacher Sun put her middle finger on the frame of her glasses and looked at her suspiciously, so fast?

Teacher Sun asked himself, even he could not produce this set of test papers in such a short time. She specially found the most difficult questions in the college entrance examination in the past years, just to dampen the spirit of this 'prodigy' and prevent him from being easily distracted and not taking notice of her as a teacher.

The more I read down, the more surprised I am, there is not a single wrong question in all the questions.

Teacher Sun could hold back his excitement. If this 'prodigy' shines, then his worth as a teacher who has taught the prodigy will also rise.

"That's right!" Teacher Sun nodded with satisfaction, but when she saw a weird smile hanging on the corner of the thin boy in front of her, she felt particularly uncomfortable.

This teacher Sun was old-fashioned and mean, as if he wanted to find some sense of superiority in Chen Zexin, and often hit the young Chen Zexin, which made Chen Zexin dislike her, and even resisted her.

"Teacher Sun, are you sure you are right?" Zhang Luojia looked at her with disdain. This Teacher Sun was nothing more than that.

She deliberately wrote an ambiguous answer to the last high-mathematics question. After careful calculation, it was not the answer she wrote on the paper at all.

In vain, Teacher Sun boasts about how powerful he is all day long, but you haven’t noticed this yet?