After dinner, Han Ji went to his study to work, while Han Ze and Han Fu sat on the sofa to rest. Neither of them spoke. A few minutes later, Han Fu returned to his room. Han Ze's eyes followed his steps as he went upstairs, waiting until he opened the door and entered the room.
Han Ze stood up quietly, went upstairs, and stood at the door of Han Fu's room. Curious about what he was doing, he secretly peeked inside through the crack in the door. Seeing that he was doing his homework, he smiled with relief.
Although Han Ze felt that he only had memories before the age of sixteen and was not used to having such a big son all of a sudden, after all, that feeling was too strange, but seeing that his adopted son was so well-behaved, he still had a faint sense of pride. Sons who do their homework consciously and automatically without the nagging of their parents are all good sons.
He thought with pride, he is worthy of being my, Han Ze's son.
Suddenly, he coughed guiltily. In his memories, his grades were not good. Now that he had lost his memories, he didn't know how his son's grades were. He looked towards Han Fu's room again with worry, but met Han Fu's surprised eyes. He was startled, and then thought that this was his son. He didn't need to be so surprised, otherwise Han Fu would suspect that he had lost his memory and didn't like him anymore.
He said confidently: "I, I came to see you..."
Han Fu looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Come in."
After saying that, she ignored him, lowered her eyes and continued to do the test paper.
Han Ze slowly moved in and sat on Han Fu's bed. Han Fu's exercise book was spread out on the bed. He flipped it open casually and asked in a nonchalant manner, "Xiao Fu, are you doing well in your studies? If you have any questions, ask me and I can answer them for you."
After saying this, he felt inexplicably guilty. His memory stopped at the age of sixteen, when he was in the first year of high school. At that time, his studies were not very good. Xiao Fu is also sixteen years old now, so he must be in the first year of high school, right? He didn't know if he could answer the questions Xiao Fu asked him. He thought uncertainly.
If he couldn't answer, wouldn't Han Fu think that he was incompetent as a father? Would he still have authority in Han Fu's heart
Han Fu remained silent. Seeing that he was silent, Han Ze felt a little uneasy. He asked carefully, "What's wrong?"
Han Fu lowered his head, his mouth slightly curled, revealing a pair of small canine teeth. When he looked up at Han Ze, his plain face became calm and he said in a calm voice, "Okay."
When Han Ze heard him say yes, he smiled with satisfaction and confusion. Then, he opened the cover of Han Fu's exercise book and exclaimed, "Are you doing the exercises for senior high school now?"
Is my son still a top student
Han Fu said: "I am now in my third year of high school."
Han Ze exclaimed: "You are already a senior in high school at the age of sixteen?"
Han Fu nodded, "I skipped a grade."
Han Ze was surprised, then said dejectedly: "I was only in the first year of high school when I was sixteen."
Han Fu nodded lightly, stopped talking, and continued doing his homework.
Original body: "This guy was still in the first year of high school when he was sixteen, and my son is already in the third year of high school. My son is awesome."
The system looked at him coldly: "That's for you, okay."
Original body: So embarrassing.
System: "Don't think that we are watching a live broadcast of a tasker doing a task. You can frame my tasker for what you did in the past."
Original body: ... ...
Han Ze was depressed for half a second, then revived on the spot. He put down the exercise book and continued to look through Han Fu's English test paper. There was a score of 150 written on it in big red pen. His heart trembled, thinking about the test results in his memory. My son could get full marks in his senior year of high school. He is not a tyrant, but a genius, right
He continued to look down and saw that he had scored 148 points in Chinese. Thinking of himself, he realized that even on a test paper with a score of 150, he had never scored 100 points. He shuddered again and wanted to look down, but there were no other test papers.
He held the test paper, raised his head and asked hesitantly: "Xiao Fu, why didn't I see your other test papers?"
Han Fu stopped writing, looked at Han Ze quietly with his dark eyes, and asked, "Dad, do you want to see how many points I got in the exam?"
Han Ze put the test paper down awkwardly. He said, "Xiao Fu, I don't mean anything else. Don't fathers like to care about their children's studies?"
When he was in school, his father often asked him how many points he got in the exams. He suddenly became a father, and his son was so grown up now. He didn't know how to get along with him and could only treat Han Fu according to his memory of his father's attitude towards him.
Han Fu looked at him for a moment, then silently took out other test papers from his schoolbag. Just as he was about to hand them to him, Han Ze hurriedly said, "No, I won't look at them."
Han Fu paused, his expression a little cold, and asked him: "Are you not going to care about my studies anymore?"
Han Ze smiled and said, "You did so well in English and Chinese, so I think you did well in other subjects as well. I just need to tell you how many points you got."
Han Fu's expression relaxed slightly, with a hint of smile on his cheek, and he said, "Seven hundred and forty-six points."
Han Ze opened his mouth in shock and asked, "The full score is 750, and you scored 746? You only lost 4 points?"
Han Fu saw that his father was interested, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He frowned and said in annoyance, "I didn't write the composition well, so I was deducted two points. I missed a number in math, and the teacher said I shouldn't have made the mistake. Originally, only one point was deducted, but in order to make me remember this lesson, they deducted one more point from me."
Han Ze nodded seriously and praised: "Your teacher is right. If you were not careless in math, you could get full marks. Don't be careless next time, understand?"
Han Fu promised: "I will try to get full marks next time."
Han Ze sighed, but fearing that he might feel burdened, he said seriously, "You don't have to get full marks. I mean, you clearly knew how to do that question, but because of your carelessness, you made a mistake and lost points. What a pity. Just try your best."
Han Fu smiled slightly and nodded, "I'll listen to Dad."
Han Ze asked again: "You scored 746 points. What rank did you get?"
Han Fu was obviously not interested in the ranking. He casually said, "First place, please."
Han Ze stopped talking. He was devastated. His son was so smart and capable, but he, as a father, was such a poor student.
He was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "The reason why Dad didn't study well before must be that he was transported through time or possessed by someone else. I always feel that even if I wasn't smart before, I shouldn't have been such a bad student. After all, you're so smart, so it's impossible for your father to be so bad."
Han Fu: “…”
Han Ze said angrily: "Let me know who has taken over my body. I will not forgive him."
Han Fu looked at his father helplessly. He liked his father very much after he lost his memory and couldn't bear to see him being beaten by his uncle. He couldn't help but remind him: "Dad, if you continue to dream, your uncle will really smash your study room."
Han Ze snorted and sat there in silence.
Han Fu shook his head in amusement, ignored him and continued doing his homework.
Original body: "I'm so sad. I've been rejected by the tasker again."
System: "It's all your fault. You made my tasker feel inferior. It's obviously not his fault."
The original body had a depressed look on his face: "It's all my fault."
The system snorted.
Han Fu finished his homework and looked back to see that his father, who had lost his memory and was only sixteen years old at heart, had fallen asleep on his bed.
He looked at him steadily, carefully moved his body inside, took out a quilt from the cupboard and covered him with it, looked at him again, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.
After coming out, he saw that he still hadn't woken up. He stood there staring at him in a daze, with an unpredictable expression.
Suddenly, he was awakened by the sound of footsteps outside the door. He took a deep breath, did not wake up Han Ze, climbed onto the bed carefully, pulled open another quilt, lay down next to Han Ze, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The next day, Han Ze opened his eyes and saw the boy sleeping next to him. He blinked and his memory came back. He was in Xiao Fu's room with him to do homework last night, but he didn't expect that he fell asleep in his room. Looking at the quilt on his body, it should be Xiao Fu who covered him. He smiled, this child is really sensible.
He looked up at the alarm clock on the table. It was already six o'clock.
He was afraid of waking Han Fu, so he got out of bed quietly. He opened the door and Han Ji just came out of the room. He saw Han Ze and was slightly surprised. He asked, "Did you take your son to bed last night?"
Han Ze looked a little awkward, and said, "I was helping Xiao Fu with his homework, and I accidentally fell asleep in his room."
Han Ji raised his eyebrows and looked relaxed: "Not bad."
Han Ze curled his lips and looked at Han Ji's back in confusion. What's good? After so many years, he still has the same problem of speaking, saying half and leaving the other half.
Han Ze went downstairs. Han Ji changed into sportswear and was about to go out for a run. When he saw Han Ze and thought of what he said about exercising, he invited him, "Let's go for a run?"
Han Ze shook his head, his expression serious: "I want to make breakfast for Xiaofu. Xiaofu is still growing up, breakfast is very important to him, I can't just make do with it."
Han Ji took back his steps, frowning, "Sister Chen cooks all the meals at home. She's a nutritionist, so there's no need to worry about Xiao Fu not getting enough nutrition."
Han Ze glanced at him and said, "How can that be the same? I am Xiao Fu's father. How can a father not cook a meal for his son himself?"
Han Ji looked at him and asked unhappily, "Can you cook?"
Han Ze glanced at him sideways, looking down on someone. He said, "I'm a chef..."
Han Ji looked at him: "What are you cooking?"
Han Ze touched his nose and said loudly: "I am the God of Cooking."
After saying this, he frowned. There was no memory of the God of Cooking in his memory. How could he think that he was the God of Cooking? Could it be that his true identity was actually the God of Cooking? Was his memory tampered with because he had offended someone
Han Ji said coldly: "Keep dreaming."
After saying that, he strode outside.
Han Ze curled his lips. Judging from his brother's reaction, he should have just lost his memory and his memory had not been tampered with. But he still subconsciously felt that his cooking skills should be very good.
Since he thinks he is a good cook, he is still his elder brother after all. We can’t just ignore him while he makes breakfast just because he looks down on his cooking skills.
So, I asked loudly from behind him: "Brother, do you want me to prepare breakfast for you as well?"
Han Ji paused, thinking that he couldn't let his nephew suffer alone, and said, "You can prepare."
Han Ze sighed and smiled brightly. His elder brother was still as tough on the outside but soft on the inside as always. He hummed a tune and went to the kitchen briskly.
He rummaged around in the kitchen for a while, took out a bag of flour, and planned to knead the flour and make noodles.
He slapped his forehead in confusion. What was he rolling noodles for
He remembered that he and his elder brother didn't like eating noodles. Xiaofu is his son, so he probably doesn't like eating noodles either, right
But since everyone may not like eating noodles, why does he roll the noodles
Could it be that he was very good at cooking noodles in the past
You won’t know whether you can do it until you try.
He poured the dough into a bowl and started kneading it. He did not look up the method on the Internet, but followed his own feeling. In the end, he kneaded the dough well and rolled it into noodles very skillfully.
He stared at the rolled noodles for a long time, unable to come back to his senses, and thought proudly that either he was a cooking god before, or he was very talented in cooking, otherwise it would be rare to be able to roll noodles so skillfully for the first time.
The water in the pot has boiled, and he shook his head regretfully. It would be great if there was a pot of old hen soup. The noodles cooked in that way would have a rich and delicious soup.
After expressing his regret, he frowned in confusion, then relaxed. Since he couldn't find the reason, he decided not to look for it. Everything would always have a result.
Sister Chen came to make breakfast at the usual time. When she entered the kitchen, she saw Han Ze cooking downstairs.
She hurriedly said, "Second Young Master, if you want to have breakfast, tell me and I'll make it. How can I let you do all this?"
What she didn’t say was, is the breakfast you made edible? Isn’t that just adding to the chaos
Han Ze waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Sister Chen, don't worry, the noodles are almost ready. Go and see if Xiao Fu has gotten up."
Sister Chen was very troubled. She was not worried about the Second Young Master. She was worried about whether the noodles he made were edible. Don't make the Young Master's stomach upset again, that would be terrible.
"Sister Chen, it's okay. Can you please help me call Xiaofu?"
Han Ji took a shower after running, and stood at the kitchen door with a towel, drying his hair. Hearing their words, he spoke in a calm voice.
Sister Chen shook her head helplessly. It was the Second Young Master's fault that he had lost his memory and couldn't stand the stimulation. She could only give up trying to persuade him.
Han Ji dried his hair and asked Han Ze, "Is breakfast ready?"
Han Ze said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, come quickly and serve the noodles. We'll have one bowl each for three bowls of noodles."
Han Ji frowned slightly and said, "Don't you dislike eating noodles?"
Han Ze said excitedly: "I don't like eating noodles made by others, but can the noodles I make be the same?"
Han Ji ignored him and glanced at the noodles in the big bowl. He looked slightly relieved. The color of the noodles looked good, but he didn't know how it tasted. Xiao Fu hadn't come downstairs yet, so he would try it first to see if he could eat it. If not, Xiao Fu was still growing, so it would be better not to ruin the child's body.
Han Ji helped carry three bowls of noodles to the table and was about to start eating with chopsticks. Han Ze slapped his big hand and said unhappily, "Xiao Fu hasn't come down yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
Han Ji rubbed his brows helplessly and said, "Okay."
Han Fu came downstairs quickly. Han Ze saw him, walked up to him with a smile, took his arm, and said, "Xiao Fu, I made breakfast for you. Come and eat it quickly."
Han Fu hesitated and asked in disbelief, "Dad, you said you made breakfast for me?"
Han Ze smiled and nodded, saying, "You are still growing, so you should eat a good breakfast. I made noodles especially for you."
Han Fu looked at Han Ji, who pointed at the bowl of noodles in front of him and said, "Come and eat quickly. Don't let your father down."
But I was thinking in my heart that I would call Xiaofu's class teacher later and ask him to pay attention to Xiaofu's condition to prevent him from getting diarrhea.
Han Fu looked at the bowl of noodles on the table with a complicated look and asked, "Did dad really make it?"
Han Ze smiled and said, "Don't you dare to believe it?"
Han Fu didn't know what to say. He couldn't connect his current father with his father before he lost his memory.
Han Ze added: "I can't believe it either, let's eat quickly." He couldn't believe that his cooking skills were so good.
He pulled Han Fu to sit on a chair, and then he sat on the chair himself, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a noodle and started eating. After he finished eating, he frowned and said, "It doesn't taste right."
Han Ji asked him, "What's wrong?"
After asking, he also picked up a noodle and put it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly and was very surprised. It tasted really good, better than the noodles he usually ate.
Han Ze was extremely confused. He frowned and said seriously, "The noodles should taste better. Is it because I lost my memory that my cooking skills have deteriorated?"
Han Ji said, "Not bad."
Han Fu swallowed the noodles in his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and acted very similar to his uncle Han Ji. He praised generously: "It's really good. I didn't expect Dad's cooking skills are so good."
However, Han Ze shook his head and said, "I always feel that this doesn't taste like the noodles I cook."
Han Ji: “…”
Is this kid showing off
Han Fu: “…”
Dad is dreaming again.
Original body: "System, was the tasker originally the God of Cooking?"
The system snorted: "The tasker is more than just a cooking god, he knows a lot more."
The original body worships the face: "Really?"
The system said disdainfully: "Do I need to lie to you?"
Original body: "No wonder you admire your tasker so much."
The system snorted and ignored him.
After breakfast, Han Fu asked Han Ji: "Uncle, there is a parents' meeting today. I was too busy yesterday and forgot to tell you."
Before Han Ji could reply, Han Ze beside him said unhappily, "Xiao Fu, you want to attend a parents' meeting. What did you tell your uncle? You should have told me. Although I have lost my memory and may not be a good father, it is still okay for me to attend the parents' meeting for you, right?"
Han Fu didn't say anything. In the past, either his uncle or his grandfather went to his parent-teacher meetings. His father hated him and was too busy avoiding him to attend his parent-teacher meetings at all.
Han Ji glanced at Han Fu, then looked at Han Ze and said, "Since you want to attend Xiao Fu's parent-teacher meeting, you should go. I happen to have to meet a client today and can't spare the time."
Han Ze glared at him and said, "Just go and meet the client. Xiao Fu is my son, so of course I'm going to attend his parents' meeting. Why do you have to interfere?"
Han Ji didn't want to pay any attention to him. Losing his memory was a big deal. Could he wipe out all the bad things he had done in the past? He didn't know who disliked Xiao Fu at the beginning and asked him to send Xiao Fu to school, but he was unwilling to do so.
Han Fu didn't say anything, but just looked at his uncle with sympathy. Ever since his father lost his memory, he didn't know how many times his uncle had been choked by his father.
Han Ze discovered last night that Xiao Fu and his elder brother have a very good relationship, even better than he and Xiao Fu. Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked Han Ji: "Brother, you should be thirty-five years old this year, right?"
Han Ji nodded with a headache. After losing his memory, Aze's mind was too active. He was just complaining about him being nosy, but now he turned around and started to care about his age.
Han Ze pointed at him and said, "Brother, my son is already sixteen years old, and you are thirty-five years old, and you are not married yet?"
Han Ji stood up and buttoned his shirt while asking, "Is there anything wrong with me not getting married?"
There is a problem. A big problem.
Han Ze stood up, walked to him, and said, "Brother, if you don't get married, are you trying to snatch my son away from me?"
Han Fu: “…”
Han Ji paused while buttoning his shirt and looked at him unhappily: "I was thinking of kicking you."
As he spoke, he was about to lift his leg.
Han Ze cleverly ran away. Han Ji snorted and said, "I'm going to work. You can accompany Xiao Fu to the parents' meeting."
Han Ze watched Han Ji leave, not forgetting to discredit him: "Your uncle is trying to take advantage of the situation. He doesn't want to get married, so he wants to snatch you from me. Your uncle is very smart, so don't be fooled by him."
Han Fu looked at him with a complicated look. He couldn't understand why there could be such a big difference between a person before and after losing his memory.
But he had to say that he was happy about his father's amnesia. If that was the case, he would let his father continue to suffer from amnesia.
There was a smile in the corner of his eyes. I guess my uncle also likes my father now, although my father who lost his memory often chokes my uncle and makes him speechless.
"As long as dad doesn't change, there's no need to worry about me being snatched away." Han Fu said. He never thought that one day his father, who had always hated him, would also worry about him being snatched away.
Han Ze said as a matter of course: "I will definitely not change."
Han Fu glanced at him and waited to see what would happen.
A pleasant phone ring sounded. Han Ze looked at Han Fu. Han Fu pointed at the phone on the coffee table and said, "Dad, that's your phone."
Han Ze walked over, picked up the phone, and saw He Kai on the phone. He frowned, not knowing who he was. He clicked the "Hang Up" button and hung up.
A few seconds after he hung up, the phone rang again. It was He Kai again. He was unhappy and wanted to hang up again, but then he thought that this might be someone he knew before he lost his memory. He answered the phone and said directly: "I have lost my memory. I don't know who you are. What do you want from me?"
He Kai already knew from Shi Danluo that the second young master Han had lost his memory. He had an idea and said, "Second young master Han, I'm He Kai. We were good friends before you lost your memory. Although you have lost your memory, our friendship is still there. How about we go out for a drink later?"
Han Ze refused: "I still have to attend a parent-teacher meeting for my son, so I can't go out drinking."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without thinking. He didn't like drinking. Could the person who asked him to go out drinking be his good friend
Han Fu watched coldly from the side. Seeing that he hung up the phone and did not accept the appointment, he asked, "Why don't you go out for a drink?"
Han Ze said: "I don't like drinking."
Han Fu raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Han Ze added, "As far as I can remember, I've never drunk alcohol. I didn't like drinking before I was sixteen, and I don't think I like drinking after that."
Han Fu looked at him strangely, his father was not a person who disliked drinking.
The phone rang again. Han Ze picked it up and saw that it was He Kai again. He was a little impatient and complained, "This guy is really troublesome. Why does he have to ask me to go out for a drink? If I don't go out for a drink with him, will he have no one to drink with?"
Han Fu complained in his heart, why do you have to drink with me? Of course I want you to pay.
Han Ze answered the phone and said, "I told you I have to attend a parent-teacher meeting for my son and I can't go out drinking. Find someone else."
After saying that, he wanted to hang up again. He Kai hurriedly said, "Second Master Han, don't hang up yet. Listen to me. Shi Danluo is here, why don't you come?"
"Shi Dan Luo?"
Han Ze repeated it, and then suddenly realized that Shi Danluo was the daughter of the prematurely aged woman from yesterday. Thinking of this, he shuddered and said, "What's wrong with her being here? Do I have to go if she's here?"
He Kai smiled and flattered: "Don't you like her? Come over here, we will help you to cheer her up, and if you propose to her, she might agree to it."
The original body was anxious: "The tasker must not agree to let him go. Shi Danluo is beautiful but ugly at heart, a typical snake beauty. The tasker has lost his memory now, and I am worried that he will be tempted. Agree to marry Shi Danluo."
The system looked down on him: "My tasker has seen all kinds of beauties, how could he fall for Shi Danluo? Who are you looking down on?"
The original body panicked: "But Shi Danluo is a woman who makes any man unable to move his legs when he sees her. The tasker is also a man."
The system hums: "Don't compare my taskers with ordinary men."
Han Ze said angrily: "You actually want to find a stepmother for my son? What are you thinking? What if that woman bullies my son? My son hasn't grown up yet. What if he is bullied by his stepmother and gets hurt? Can you take responsibility?"
When he was sixteen, if someone said they were going to find him a stepmother, he would definitely fight that person. He thought Xiao Fu must have the same idea as him. He must not find him a stepmother, and he must not be bullied by women outside.
He Kai's face turned pale and blue, and he defended himself, "Second Young Master, before you lost your memory, you really liked Shi Danluo, and you even said you would marry her."
Han Ze rolled his eyes and said, "You also said that I liked Shi Danluo before I lost my memory. You are not a worm in my stomach. How do you know if I really like Shi Danluo when I say I like her? I only know that I don't like her now. I guess I didn't like her much before I lost my memory either."
He Kai said unwillingly: "But, but you said you like her?"
Han Ze became impatient and said, "That was before I lost my memory. I have no idea what happened. Besides, I have no way of verifying whether what you said is true or not. I only know that I don't like her now."
He Kai said unwillingly, "How could you not like her? Second Young Master, you have lost your memory now. I'm afraid you will regret it after you recover your memory, so you must not give up liking Shi Danluo."
Han Ze snorted and said, "You keep pestering me and saying that you like Shi Danluo. What do you mean? Or are you not my friend, but Shi Danluo's friend, so you help her so much?"
He Kai was shocked and explained quickly: "Second Young Master, you have to believe me. I am Shi Danluo's friend and your friend as well. Otherwise, I would not help you like this."
Han Ze didn't believe in evil. He said, "Since you are my friend, tell Shi Danluo to stop bothering me. I won't find a stepmother for my son, nor will I give her the opportunity to bully my son."
After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for He Kai's response.
Han Fu looked at Han Ze and asked inscrutablely, "Dad, are you really not going to find a stepmother for me?"
There was fear in Han Ze's eyes, and he shook his head vigorously. He knew that he had lost his memory, and he also knew that he was thirty-three years old now, but he still habitually thought of himself as sixteen. Shi Danluo should be about the same age as him. Even if she was younger than him, she should be in her twenties. He couldn't imagine marrying a woman that old.
If he found a younger one, he would be too embarrassed to harm those young girls because he was already 33 years old. So no matter what the reason was, he didn't plan to find a stepmother for Han Fu.
He said seriously, "There are countless cases of stepmothers abusing their stepchildren. I'm worried that if I find you a stepmother, she will treat you well in front of me, but abuse you behind my back. In order to prevent the possibility of this happening, I'd better not get married."
Han Fu glanced at him calmly. Regardless of whether he was really afraid of being abused by his stepmother and not marrying a wife, he decided to give him a chance. If he dared to break his promise...
Original body: "The tasker hasn't seen Shi Danluo yet. I'm not surprised that he would do this."
The system snorted.
Original body: "When he meets Shi Danluo, he will know that sons are important, and women are equally important to men."
The system snorted again. He didn't want to argue with someone so narrow-minded.
Before Han Ze lost his memory, he had several cars. Han Fu was worried that his father would forget how to drive after losing his memory, so he called the family driver to take them to school.
Han Ze sat in the car, looking around. Han Fu asked him in confusion: "Dad, what's wrong?"
Han Ze frowned and said, "Is this my car?"
Han Fu nodded, "It's your car."
Han Ze said, "How could I like this kind of car? How could such a stuffy car be my style?"
Han Fu: “…”
Han Ze added: "The car your uncle drove yesterday was very good."
Han Fu explained to him: "That's a Porsche, not as expensive as your car."
Han Ze said: "It's not expensive, I think the style of that car suits me better."
Han Fu: He really doesn’t know what his father’s style is like.
...
The father and son arrived at Han Fu's school. Han Fu took Han Ze to his class. The class was full of parents but no students. He sat in Han Fu's seat, looked around, and then he proudly discovered something: he was the youngest and most handsome parent in the class.
He looked from front to back, then left to right like a child with ADHD. As soon as he turned his head to the right, he suddenly opened his eyes wide. This man looked a little familiar.
He shouted in surprise: "Are you Cao Rui, Brother Cao?"
Cao Rui heard the voice and looked at him hesitantly: "Who are you?"
Han Ze smiled and said, "Brother Cao, I'm Han Ze. Don't you recognize me? I have a very deep impression of you."
Cao Rui was very surprised when he heard him say that he was Han Ze. He smiled and said, "Han Ze? It's really you. You've changed a lot. I can't recognize you."
Han Ze touched his hair and said, "Yes, I think I have become more handsome."
Cao Rui: “…”
I've never seen such a narcissistic person.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Han Ze smiled and said, "You're here for the parents' meeting too? I remember that you're ten years older than me. When I was still in junior high school, you'd already graduated from college and got married. How old is your child now?"
Cao Rui didn't expect to see Han Ze at the parents' meeting. He smiled and said, "My son is eighteen years old this year. You are ten years younger than me, and your son is already in the third year of high school? You are pretty quick."
Han Ze was a little complacent and said, "That's right, if you want to have a son, you should do it early."
Cao Rui was speechless. Is this something to be proud of? Since we are all here for a parents' meeting, let's talk about the children's studies to avoid embarrassment. He asked, "How is your son's study?"
Han Ze straightened his chest and said, "My son is OK, not as good as the best, but better than the worst. He didn't write the Chinese composition well in this exam, so he lost two points. In the math exam, he was careless and missed a number. In order to teach him a lesson, the teacher deducted two points from him, and his total score was 746. How about your son?"
Cao Rui felt even more embarrassed and chuckled twice. His son scored 247 points in the exam this time, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. With this score, he couldn't even get into university. It was so shameful.
Han Ze pulled his arm and said, “Brother Cao, you were a graduate of a prestigious university back then, but my dad still asked you to tutor me. After you tutored me for a few days, you got so angry that you didn’t want to tutor me anymore. My dad paid for you to tutor me, but you refused, thinking that I was hopeless… What did you say then? You said that if I wanted to study well, I had to be reborn with a new brain, otherwise my brain would affect my descendants in the future… I admired you very much at that time for not being tempted by money… I really envy those of you who study well. Not only do you study well, but you can also benefit your descendants. I can’t do that.”
Cao Rui's face was stiff. He was really mad at Han Ze at first. He swore that he would not teach him and even said bad things to him. Later, Han Ze's father paid him to teach Han Ze. For the sake of money, he was actually tempted. But he was too embarrassed to say those bad things to himself.
Han Ze looked at him and said to himself, "Alas, although my son was influenced by me, his grades are better than mine, which makes me a little relieved. You were a top student back then, and your son must have inherited your excellent genes. I think he is either a top student or a genius. How many points did he get this time? Let my son learn from him, so that he won't be careless and forget to write down numbers in the next exam."
Cao Rui had never felt so ashamed before. He was really ashamed. Although Han Ze was a poor student, he was not as bad as his son is now. But more than ten years later, his son is a top student, even a genius. He was a top student and went to a famous university, but his son is a poor student who only scored more than 200 points in the exam. If he doesn't work hard, he won't be able to get into university.
He shook his head awkwardly and said evasively, "My son is not very good at studying."
Han Ze looked at him, pointed at him and smiled: "Brother Cao, you are so modest."
Cao Rui sighed and said vaguely: "I am really not being modest. My son's academic performance is really not that good. He can't catch up with your son."
Han Ze said, "My son is indeed much better at studying than I was back then. You are different. You were a top student back then, so your son must be no mistake. Brother Cao, don't be so modest."
Cao Rui smiled bitterly. He was really not modest at all. Just as he was about to say something, the head teacher came in.
This parent meeting is mainly about the midterm exam and future arrangements. After all, the college entrance examination will be held in the first half of next year.
The head teacher was quite strict. He turned on the projector and the scores of the whole class appeared on the screen. He looked a little serious: "The lowest score in the class this time is 247 points, and the highest score is 746 points. The college entrance examination will be held next year. Parents, please compare your children's scores. Which university do you think they should be admitted to? What are your expectations for them?"
Han Ze turned his head and looked at Cao Rui, smiling and said, "Whose unlucky child is this? He scored 247 points on the test. I remember that I scored more than 400 points on the test when I was a freshman in high school."
Why did he only talk about the first year of high school? Of course, it was because he only remembered things before the first year of high school. He had no memory of things after the first year of high school, so he didn't know how many points he got in the exam at that time.
The unlucky child Han Ze mentioned was his son.
Cao Rui wanted to run away as far as possible. It was too embarrassing and he was too ashamed to face anyone.
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I haven’t sent out red envelopes for a long time. In this chapter, I will randomly send out one hundred red envelopes to liven up the atmosphere. Everyone, please speak up!
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