After I went undercover, I ran with the ball

The heat of the hot pot was rising up, Yuanzhi stretched out his hand and slapped it, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "It smells good, smells good."

He turned his head to look at Nakaya, who was fighting Dazai with his eyes, "Baba, are you ready? Are you ready to eat?"

Zhong also blinked his sore eyes, and then he realized, "Oh? Ah? Dad will pick it up for you. What do you want to eat?"

He stretched out his finger and commanded Chuya unceremoniously, "This, this, this, this..."

It's really edible.

Nakaya ate a few mouthfuls of a hot pot meal, and the rest went into the mouths of Dazai, who was not at all polite, and Enji, who was inhaled by the storm.

Two people are really like rice buckets.

After eating, Dazai stretched out his hand, completely unaware of what the face was, "Come on, swipe your card."

Nakaya took out a bank card from his wallet and threw it to him, after Dazai paid the bill, he didn't give him the slightest intention to return the bank card, he shook the bank card between two fingers, "Then I'll accept it. "

Zhong couldn't bear to look straight at the smug look, "Roll, roll, roll."

This guy was born to collect debts.

Yuanzhi rolled his eyes, and once again confirmed that Baba is a local tyrant, a local tyrant who can throw out dozens of bank cards at will!

"Okay, I'll get out now." Dazai bent down and pinched Xia Yuanzhi's face, "Bye bye, little fat man."

"You're a fat man! You're a fat man!" Uncle Dazai was very kind before he ate the hot pot, kind and flattering.

After eating, he crossed the river and demolished the bridge, turning his face and denying anyone.

Angrily, he poured the drink on the table into his stomach in one gulp, heaved a long sigh, there was no trouble that the carbonated drink could not solve, if there was, it was because the amount of the carbonated drink was not enough.

He poured the glass back and licked the last drop into his mouth.Rimu Yuange usually doesn't let him drink more drinks, and he won't let him eat hot pot like today, for fear that his stomach won't be able to bear it.

The few hours with Chuya's father were his most indulgent moments.

After eating, when he went back, Yuanzhi didn't want to be hugged, but walked back feeling his belly. He had eaten too much and had to digest it.

In order to match his slow pace, Nakaya couldn't walk fast. The journey that should have taken more than ten minutes to get home took half an hour.

Master Yuanzhi asked in a general way: "Dad, do you like Mom?"

Why did you suddenly ask such a difficult question and couldn't answer it?

The darkness of the night became the best cover for the faint redness on his cheeks, and the cool wind blowing over made him feel the heat from his cheeks even more.

Like it?

The word is far away from him, yet very close.

Like it?

He will unconsciously follow her with his eyes, his heart will be beating non-stop, and when facing her, unknown emotions will surge from the bottom of his heart.I hate signing all kinds of documents, but when there is no document to sign, I will be very annoyed when I can't see the person with the document.When he knew that she was an undercover agent sent by the Supernatural Secret Service to monitor him, he was sore and astringent. He didn't know what hurt him, as if he felt pain for the first time.

The six years of separation seemed to have never existed. He still remembered everything about her and about himself, everything that had never faded in his memory.

Like it?

These constantly intertwined and surging emotions are telling him the answer.

"Kid, what are you doing so much?"

"Hmph, I know more than you." Yuanzhi made a face at him, when you begged me.

When he got home, Yuanzhi began to watch TV. After watching TV for a long time, the text message of the homework assigned by the teacher from Higurashi Yuange was sent to Chuya.

He went to the parking lot to take out the schoolbag he had forgotten in the back seat. It seemed that the small schoolbag was quite heavy.

"It's time to do my homework, which I don't like the most. Let me watch TV again, okay? Just for a while." Yuanzhi stretched out his finger and gestured for a while.

Zhong also turned off the TV, "Hurry up and write, class will start tomorrow, and you still have an article about your thoughts on the sports meeting, a page of math problems, reading and writing English letters ten times, and unfinished extracurricular manual homework."

Primary school students have such a heavy study life, do they have so much homework?His face was calm, and he was actually stunned.

The height of the dining table in the kitchen is just right, perfect for Enji to do homework.

He dragged his feet to the table, took out his notebook with extreme reluctance, and wrote the first sentence, his impressions about the sports meeting. After finishing writing, he sat on the stool and wrote in a daze for a minute or two.

Why is there no movement?Nakaya poked his head and only saw the titles in his notebook, nothing about his thoughts.

"Go on," he urged.

Enji recalled everything about the sports meeting, and finally wrote the first sentence.

Today's sports meeting, I am very happy, my mother answered all my questions correctly, but my father is a bit stupid, and he didn't answer any questions correctly.

Staring at his Chuya, pursing his lips, not very happy, he couldn't even get the same answer as your mother and son.

Enji continued to write.

The sports meeting is still very good. I won a lot of medals and got tickets to the amusement park. During the holidays, I must go to the playground with my mother. Unfortunately, I am not yet old enough to sit. I want to ride on the roller coaster.But the amusement park is more than just fun, bumper cars are also quite interesting...

Zhong Ye's face was completely darkened, why is he not counted in going to the playground, obviously he also contributed to the medals and tickets you won.

Also, I was writing my thoughts about the sports meeting, not my thoughts about going to an amusement park!

After dawdling, I finally finished writing my thoughts, and when I was writing math exercises, I encountered difficulties again.

He had just finished learning addition and subtraction within twenty, and ten fingers were not enough, so he had to count with Chuya's ten fingers.

"Five plus seven equals..." He counted with his fingers and wrote down the answer confidently, "It equals ten!"

How can you count your fingers wrong?Were the other two fingers eaten?

Zhong also pointed to a question he had written before, "What is seven plus five?"

Yuanzhi looked at him with the expression that you are stupid and worthy of being illiterate, "Dad, you are so stupid, of course it is equal to twelve."

"Then you seven plus five equals twelve, why is five plus seven equal to ten?" Isn't this question just changed places? !

Yuanzhi laughed dryly, "I made a mistake, I made a mistake, and I will correct it immediately."

After he finished writing, he checked it for Zhongye, and he didn't trust him very much, "Baba, do you really want to check it?"

Zhong Ye snatched the exercise, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned, and the anger would come out from the top of his head, "Didn't you say that seven plus five equals twelve, why is it still wrong?"

"It's human nature to make mistakes. The teacher said that a sage would make mistakes too." Yuanzhi quibbled.

"Then what's the matter with so many empty ones?"

Yuanzhi raised his head, and said confidently: "The teacher said that if you don't know how to do it, you can do the next one first, and if I don't know how to do it, it's all free!"

Chuya: "..." let you not leave it blank, not to let you write a few at random, and what you wrote is not correct, it is all wrong.

He didn't understand why he had a terrible chemical reaction when he came across homework, even though he was a cute kid before, and it also affected him.

He flexed his wrist.What to do, my hands are so itchy, I must have just beaten Dazai not enough.

Damn Osamu Dazai!

"I'll teach you, write quickly!"

He taught him one question at a time, giving an example: "You have ten apples, and you bought five apples, how many apples do you have in total?"

"I hate eating apples, I won't buy apples!"

"Then let's change it. What's your favorite fruit?" Zhong also took a breath and asked patiently.

"I like to eat mangoes! If mangoes don't need to be peeled, and there is no core in the middle, it would be great to eat one in one bite." Yuanzhi looked forward to it.

"...Hurry up and write! Let me ask again, if you have ten mangoes and then buy five mangoes, how many mangoes do you have in total?"

"Thirteen!" Yuanzhi replied in seconds.

"There are only thirteen!" Zhong also stretched out a hand, "I will lend you five fingers, plus your ten fingers, you are counting how many mangoes."

Yuanzhi read out fifteen, but when Chuya asked him, he still said without repentance: "Thirteen!"

"Why are there only thirteen? I heard you count fifteen."

"It's thirteen." Yuanzhi firmly believed that there were thirteen.

"Tell me why there are thirteen and not fifteen?" Zhong Ye said with a headache.

"If there are ten mangoes, I will definitely give one to my mother, then one to my father, and if I buy five more, there will only be thirteen?"

He couldn't refute it. It seems that fruits can't participate in math problems and will be eaten.

The rest of the questions said that his blood pressure had risen. If he did his homework every day, he would have a cerebral hemorrhage one day.

I really don't know how Himu Yuange usually came here, it's so difficult to bring up a child, and then Chuya realized that she hadn't lied to him at all.

Disciplining children is even more difficult than going to work and destroying hostile forces.

He finally understood that Ri Mu Yuan Ge didn't come to tell him the existence of the child for six years, it was simply being gentle to him.

After finishing the math exercises, Yuanzhi began to copy the English letters ten times, and read them while reading.He was finally able to relax a bit, took a glass of water, and looked at the night sky outside the window with a little melancholy.

Children's attention is always attracted by strange things, Zhong also found that there was no sound, and looked over with a dull face, Yuanzhi was holding a pencil and poking at the small flying insects on the table.

"Enji Higurashi, write quickly!"

While playing and writing, I finally finished it, but the last homework made Zhong Ye have a hard time.

The extracurricular homework turned out to be making a crab?

Crab? ? ?

Is this kind of manual work embarrassing students or embarrassing parents?That's homework for parents, right?Right?

What is wrong with being a crab, he hates crabs the most, and people who like to eat crabs the most!

He and Yuanzhi stared at the manual work for a long time, but still had no clue.

"How do crabs do it?"

"Can you just buy a crab and hand it in?" If the text message had been sent earlier, he could have brought the leftover crab from the hot pot and handed it in.

"Of course not, Baba hurry up and make crabs!"

You are about to be sent away by the primary school students' homework.

They encountered a problem here, and the situation at Ri Mu Yuan Ge did not make much progress.

Detective Sakaito was on the stairs, just said, "I know." He was burned to death. He had been burned to death five times before, and now it is the sixth time.

Baigui ordered decisively, "Get away, let Ming Piao have dinner, take a break and continue tomorrow."

He rubbed his head with a headache. In the same place, he died five times. This is not the most number of deaths Ming Piao encountered when he entered the well. , pull away, and put in again.

Since the detective who enters the "well" has no memory, the detective who enters the "well" may die countless times at a certain point. It is precisely because of this that becoming a detective requires strong mental power.

Rimu Yuange made an appointment with Dongxiang to go to the restaurant for dinner, and she took the time to call Zhongya.

Zhong also looked at the call as if he had met a savior, and he answered the phone with a slightly aggrieved tone.

"When do you get off work? The homework is too difficult."