Early this morning, Song Ran was lying on the bed and swiping Weibo, when he came across a piece of breaking news about "Kenya Sperm Harvesting Group". He immediately grabbed his mobile phone and rubbed it beside Mr. He, showing it to him wickedly, and was still there. Laugh.
Mr. He patted his head: he opened my scar again.
Song Ran quickly defended: No, no, no, I just wanted to praise you. Look at the first article of the hot comment: "Put the key points: men with good genes and good looks"! Our Mr. He is a man with good genes and good looks!
He Zhiyuan gave a "hmm": reluctantly, I like to hear this.
Song Ran's eyes lit up: why don't we test your genetic quality
He Zhiyuan: How to check
Songran: Of course, it's calling for your genetic sample.
Then he shouted: Bu-bu! Cloth-cloth!
Bubu probed his head and came in: Brother
Song Ran beckoned: Be good, baby, come on, memorize a nine-nine multiplication table for my brother.
Boob jumped onto the bed and began to recite obediently: One one gets one, one two gets two, one three gets three... Seven nine sixty-three, eight nine seventy-two, nine nine eighty-one!
Song Ran nodded in satisfaction: very good. What is five times eight equal to
Boob: Forty!
Song Ran: What is fifteen times seven
Boob: One hundred and five!
Song Ran: What is thirty-five times six
Boob and Dad looked at each other, raised a small eyebrow, and answered clearly and deliberately: One hundred and eighty!
Song Ran gave Mr. He a thumbs up: Passed with full marks, good genes!
Mr. He smiled and asked him: What is thirty-five times six
Song Ran: …
Mr. He: How much is it
Song Ran was a little embarrassed: No... Isn't it one hundred and eighty
Bubu giggled for a while, and rolled under the bed with his stomach in his arms.