Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Tang Ruan couldn't describe his mood when he saw this paper.

There are a total of twenty math problems, half of which are addition and subtraction within ten.

His clever and cute baby smashed, and nothing was right.

Tang Ruan covered his face, he could not bear to look directly at the bright red "2" on the test paper.

He felt that this number was a mockery of him and the kid opposite him.

"The teacher said, just the 2 points, it's still because of the good-looking writing of your name."

Tang Ruan rested his chin on his hands, his eyes full of exhaustion.

"Son, why don't Daddy take you to test your IQ?"

It's too dead, even for him, the math has never been lower than [-] points!

The fact that he doesn't know how to count is likely to follow him, but Tang Ruan won't admit it even if he is killed.

"You said you look so much like your scumbag father, why didn't you inherit his brain?"

If it was left in the past, even if he was killed, he would never have thought that he would say such self-defeating words. It is really depraved by reality.

But to be honest, apart from that face and stick, the only good thing about Fu Xin is probably his IQ.

Tang Ruan will always remember the box at the bottom of the box in Fu Xin's bedroom, which is filled with various Olympic medals in physics, chemistry and biology.

When he was in school, Tang Ruan was only good at Chinese and English, and he was a dog when it came to science.

What's even more exasperating is that although Fu Xin is not born with literary talents, but because he writes elegant and beautiful pen characters, he gets odd scores every time he writes a composition.

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The level of poetry writing is obviously not as good as Song Xiaofeng's, so you say it's annoying or not.

Tang Ruan looked sadly at the math paper full of red crosses in front of him, and then looked at the three characters "Tang Yixin" in the upper left corner of the paper, which were neat and elegant, and sighed faintly.

Nothing like him, just like him in IQ.

Let's make do with it, and you can throw away yesterday's.

Tang Ruan was sighing there, when he felt a warm and soft little hand touch his hand, gently grasping his little finger.

"Daddy is not angry, can can love you"

As he said that, a certain can'er pouted and blew him a loving kiss, "Boji(6>30)M

This skillful technique, doting tone, is simply like a naturally flirtatious little ruffian. It seems that he often uses this trick to tease beautiful ladies.

Tang Ruan was even more worried.

"Son, tell your father the truth, are you really good at none of these questions?"

Tang Ruan endured the pain and opened the paper, he wanted to tell the sky that he would not admit defeat.

"That's it, 2+4,2, 4+[-], baby, you can figure it out even with your fingers, right?"

Sugar Bowl pursed her lips, frowned, stretched out her chubby claws and started counting.

After about 1 minutes.

"equal to 6!Q(9, uj') 9m

Tang Ruan was almost weeping with joy.

"That's right! Look! Isn't this figured out!"

既然能算明白2+4，那6+3，5+4肯定也能倒饬出来。

Tang Ruan encouraged himself silently, and he knew that his son was not mentally retarded.

"Jian'er, tell Daddy, did you really take the questions seriously during the exam? Did you miss out and do anything else?"

He felt that some of the questions were too wrong. For example, this 12-7, why is it equal to 666?

This little brat looked like a fool at first glance.

Sure enough, the sugar bowl stopped squeaking. Not only did it not squeak, but it even reached out to scratch its butt secretly.

Tang Ruan chuckled.

It was the boy's habit to scratch his ass and gnaw his nails whenever he lied.

He just finished trimming the sugar bowl's nails yesterday, so he probably has nothing to chew on right now, so he can only make do with scratching his ass.

"From the truth."

Tang Ruan narrowed his eyes and showed his housekeeping acting skills.

"If you lie, I'll throw you to your scumbag father, and I won't visit you for a month, hmph."

Tang Can'er panicked, although his scumbag father loves him very much and would secretly take him to eat spicy hot pot, but he still loves Daddy the most! QAQ, he doesn't want to miss Daddy for a month!

"You don't lie, Daddy don't want Can QAQ"

Tang Juan'er looked at Tang Ruan with big wet eyes, making small movements so soft that Tang Ruan immediately regretted it.

How can you scare a child? He is too bad!

"Then tell the truth, Daddy won't blame you, okay?"

Sugar Bowl sniffed her little nose and pointed at her fingers, looking a little shy.

"During exams, I was drawing pictures"

"draw?"

Tang Ruan was a little surprised, usually he didn't see Sugar Bowl having such a hobby.

In line with the concept of respecting children's own interests, Tang Ruan did not force Tang Can'er to participate in various specialty classes like other parents did.This kid is very fond of music, so Tang Ruan enrolled him in a violin class, and nothing else.

Wait a minute.

Before his mother married his father, she was once a very famous master of painting. Her ink paintings have now fetched millions in galleries.

And Tang Ruan also followed Ruan Qiudong and looked here and there since he was a child, and picked up the paintbrush without knowing it.