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Xiao Ming watched his son read the book seriously, and patted his lowered head in relief, "Son, Dad, go down and eat something, you read the book first, what's wrong?" got it......"

Xiao Ming paused, "...If you don't understand, it means that you haven't thought about it, and try to think about it, understand?"

Yan Shu nodded obediently, but her eyes still did not leave the book.

Xiao Ming: Look at my good son.

Xiao Ming nodded his head appreciatively and went downstairs, opened the refrigerator and ate dessert.

360: What about teaching your son?

Xiao Ming: Am I hungry?

After speaking, Xiao Ming hiccupped.

360: ...

Xiao Ming argued: I am too hungry.

So 360 watched Xiao Ming burp while killing two Napoleon cakes the size of washbasins, without saying a word.

After eating and drinking enough, Xiao Ming collapsed on the sofa, rubbing his bulging belly.

360 can't stand it anymore: the more you rub your belly, the bigger it gets, you know?

Xiao Ming: What are you talking about.

Xiao Ming changed his posture and was paralyzed. He thought it was uncomfortable to rub his stomach through the clothes, so he lifted up the clothes to reveal his soft and white belly, and then put his hands on his warm belly and rubbed it in circles.

Xiao Ming was sighing contentedly, and when he looked up, he saw his son standing on the stairs looking at him without saying a word.

Both eyes were dark and shone with an unknown light.

Xiao Ming was startled, quickly jumped up from the sofa, quickly put his clothes away, and then sat upright.

Xiao Ming cried bitterly in his heart: My image will not come back like a bird.

360 comforted: Think about your two eyeballs, this is actually nothing.

Xiao Ming thought about it, it really is like this, if the power of eye feces is not strong enough, plus bad breath, it is absolutely invincible.

Thinking that his image of a loving father had been destroyed a long time ago, Xiao Ming calmed down, slumped back to the sofa like mud, and asked, "What are you doing standing there? Have you finished reading the book?"

Yan Shu walked down the stairs with his head down, his bangs covering his eyes covered his expression, he wanted to ask the man why he was left alone in the room for so long, and why he didn't come to accompany him.

The words were spinning around on the tip of the tongue, the mouth was open, full of grievances, but what came out was: "Tired".

Xiao Ming was dissatisfied: "Tell me, how long has it been since you want to rest? How can you study hard? Why don't you have the spirit to endure hardship?!"

Xiao Ming looked at the clock while talking, and found that four hours had passed.

Xiao Ming: How long has it been since I ate a cake?

360: Soon, you ate for 15 minutes.

Xiao Ming: Let me just say, is the clock at home broken?

360: If you add the time you burp, get up and run forty laps because you are too full, and then go to the toilet to get more stomach space through excretion, it is about four hours.

Xiao Ming: ...

Xiao Ming felt that he had wrongly blamed his son, so he asked in a soft voice, "Is Shu'er hungry? Dad, can I cook porridge for you?"

Yan Shu nodded, Xiao Ming got up to go to the kitchen, but was held back by his own baby.

Xiao Ming squatted down, squeezed Yan Shu's little face, and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

The child didn't speak, and went straight to Xiao Ming's back, put his hands around Xiao Ming's shoulders and circled his neck, and pressed his warm body against his back.

Yan Shu rested his head on Xiao Ming's shoulder, and Xiao Ming turned his head slightly, almost sticking to the child's soft and slippery face.

"Son, what is this for?"

"Want to see, cook porridge."

A soft and waxy voice rang close to his ears, with a slight nasal sound. The hot and humid breath that came out when he spoke sprayed on Xiao Ming's ears, which was an intimate temperature.

Father Xiao, who was completely at a loss for his son's coquettish behavior, reluctantly carried his koala son to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Leaning against the man's back, Yan Shu looked at Xiao Ming absent-mindedly while washing the rice and muttered, "Son, let me tell you, if you want to cook porridge, the rice needs to be washed in water at least five times before it is considered clean... ...."

The man's nagging voice came through the back, sounding muffled.

Yan Shu lowered his eyes and thought, since he woke up a few days ago, the man's attitude towards him is different, no, not only towards him, but the whole man is different from before.

Yan Shu stared at the man's profile, for some reason, even the contours of that face, which was originally hideous, looked so soft now.

On the day he woke up, he held the knife tightly in his hand under the quilt, thinking that no matter if he died, he would kill this hateful man. He wanted to cut open the man's warm chest, take out his black and smelly heart and stab it. Shattered, then self-destructed.

But this man became really annoying, like a noisy bird that would never get tired, chirping non-stop in his ears, making his nose sour just thinking about it, and finally he couldn't even hold the handle of the knife.

Originally, he was not afraid that the man would lie to him, but now he was afraid that the man was lying to him.

Unable to understand why the man's attitude changed, Yan Shu felt that his heart seemed to be suspended in mid-air by a thin rope, with a pot of bubbling oil underneath.

"Father." Xiao Ming heard the child calling in his ear.

Xiao Ming turned his head slightly, but still kept his eyes on his hands, "Huh?"

If I find out you're lying to me...I'll kill you.Yan Shu said silently in his heart.

"...It's nothing." Yan Shu said in a muffled voice.

"Aren't you bored?" Xiao Ming laughed, "Who just made a fuss to watch me cook porridge, can I carry you out to watch TV?"

Yan Shu buried her face on the man's shoulder and shook her head vigorously, "It's not boring."

Xiao Ming said again, "Hold on tightly and don't slip down, Dad can't support you with wet hands."

Yan Shu tightened the arms around the man's neck and did not speak.

The sweet and greasy porridge cooking time passed in no time. Xiao Ming, after solving the child's feeding problem, decided to do his duty as a father and ask the child about his studies.

"Son, how was your reading just now?"

Yan Shu thought for a while, and replied politely, "Well, I'm watching physics in the first year of high school."

Xiao Ming doesn't quite believe that junior high school not only has Chinese, Mathematics and English, but also Biology, Politics, History and Geography.

"Then, have you finished reading all three years of junior high school?"

Yan Shu nodded.

Xiao Ming dragged his baby back to the room, muttering, "Son, you can't be greedy when you read a book, you have to chew it to understand it, you know?"

Yan Shu licked his lips, but finally did not speak.

When Xiao Ming entered the room, he saw that the table and the floor were full of books, and the empty boxes were squeezed into a pitiful corner.

Yan Shu bent down and picked up a book of physics for the senior high school entrance examination at his feet, and handed it to Xiao Ming.

It was rare for Xiao Ming to understand what his son meant. He flipped a page and asked a question: "A wooden box of mass m is placed on a horizontal surface, and a small ball of mass m is placed on the pole of the wooden box. , the ball is at the top of the rod at the beginning, and after it is released from rest, the acceleration of the ball sliding down the rod is 1/2 of the acceleration of gravity, that is, a=1/2g. How much pressure is there?"

Xiao Ming was at a loss after reading: 6, what the hell is this?

360 doesn't care about such uneducated people.

Yan Shu lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while, before speaking the answer in less than a minute.

Xiao Ming got the answer right, and was horrified to find that his son's answering skills were very good.

Xiao Ming is very satisfied: Yes, luck is also a part of strength.

360: I said, tell me honestly, have you ever read a book?

Xiao Ming held his heart: I was born as a liberal arts student, and I am deeply sorry.

360: You really should feel sorry for discrediting the image of thousands of liberal arts students in my mind, don't you feel guilty?

Xiao Ming feels wronged: Don’t I feel guilty if I choose science?

360: ...I want it.

Xiao Ming refused to continue the conversation with 360, so he picked a few more questions for his son, and Yan Shu answered them all.

Xiao Ming: Is my son's luck better?

360: Go buy lottery tickets.

Only then did Xiao Ming respond: 6, my son is not a genius, is he?

Before waiting for 360's answer, Xiao Ming said happily, "I'll just say it, this kid, you can tell at a glance that he has inherited my ingenuity!"

360: Heh, this only shows that the old Wang next door to yours has a pretty high IQ.

Xiao Ming: Go, go, what are you talking about, the old Wang next door is not the mother of a child.

360: Very good, I am very convinced of your IQ.

Xiao Ming was a little worried again: 6, my son is so smart, will he be caught by scientists and dissected for experiments?

360: You have such a low IQ, and no scientists have arrested you for experiments.

Xiao Ming: ...

Yan Shu waited for a long time without seeing the man's compliment, so he reached out and tugged at the corner of the man's clothes.

Xiao Mingjue came back to his senses, lowered his head and asked Yan Shu, "Son, can you understand the high school textbooks?"

Yan Shu frowned, "There are some difficulties, and I should be able to figure it out with a little more time."

Xiao Ming wanted the child to take the senior high school entrance examination directly, but thought it would be better to ask the child for his own opinion, so Xiao Ming sat on the edge of the bed, picked up his son and sat on his lap.

"Shu'er, do you want to go to high school?"

The child raised his head, and Shui Youyou looked at Xiao Ming without blinking.

Then, the child looked away, and after a long time, he opened his mouth gently and asked, "...Is high school... far away?"

Xiao Ming tilted his head and thought for a while, "It's a little far away, I should just need a place to stay."

The child is so far away from home, what should I do with the task, Xiao Ming rubbed his chin.

Yan Shu tugged at Xiao Ming nervously, and said anxiously, "No, high school, no."

Xiao Ming also felt a little uneasy about letting the child leave home to go to high school alone, not to mention that a ten-year-old child going to high school will definitely attract a lot of attention. Have a normal life.

"How about this, Shu'er, go to a junior high school close to home first, and then consider skipping grades when you are able to take care of yourself, okay?"

Yan Shu nodded obediently.

If Xiao Ming learned anything from the original owner, Tang and Sui, it would probably be simply and rudely throwing money away.

After comprehensive analysis and careful screening, Xiao Ming finally selected a junior high school with a good reputation that was close to his home, and then demolished two teaching buildings for Qingshui Junior High School.

That night, Xiao Ming received a call from the principal, saying that all the teachers and students in the school were eagerly looking forward to Yan Shu's admission.