Chapter 411 As for the Mentally Disabled, I Always Have Sympathy And No Discrimination (2)

Chapter 411 for the mentally disabled, I have always only sympathy and no discrimination (2)

"... Su Ran took his hand off." Okay, let me go. You stay here with Vichy. I'll go in and cook."

"Didn't Fang sister-in-law know how to do it?"

"Fang sister-in-law has something at home. I told her to go back first." Su Ran's voice came from the kitchen.

Song Tingyu looked at the house and remembered that Song Mingxuan had gone to Jingshan after he had quit his drug addiction. I guess I want to go there to accompany He Jin.

Song Weixi was doing his homework, and Song Tingyu looked over. His son was writing a test paper. He picked up the math test paper and looked at it, "Son, this is the third grade of primary school. You didn't even go to the first grade of primary school. Can you do it?"

Song Weixi glanced at him, took the test paper from his hand, and put the next one in his hand, which was also the math test paper.

Song Tingyu took a look at the paper from beginning to end and found no mistake. It was all right!

Song Weixi knew that he had finished, so he looked up at him. The look in his eyes, how to say...

It seems to be saying: don't underestimate me...

Song ting propped his chin up with his hand, "Vichy, you're so smart. That's because you inherited yourself, understand? If you want to inherit your mother's brain, you can't even do the kindergarten papers, not to mention the third grade papers, because your mother is a math idiot."

Song Weixi wrinkled his nose. Song Tingyu knew what he was thinking. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you believe me? Shall we try?"

"Su Ran." Song Tingyu shouted at the kitchen.

Su Ran came out of the kitchen and looked at the big and small people sitting in the living room, "What's wrong?"

"Ask you a math problem."

Su Ran froze for a moment, his face unnatural: "I'm not free now, I have to cook."

"Answer me as you do."

Seeing that Song Weixi was also looking at him, Su Ran didn't want to be too bad in front of the child, so he asked, "What question?"

"How much is 27 + 325-34?"

It's so hard...

Su Ran's mind went blank and he almost broke his fingers.

Song Tingyu leaned back on the sofa, her long legs crossed, waiting for her answer, and Song Weixi was staring at her with the test paper in her arms.

"27, 325, 34 ..."

"Wait, I'll go find the computer."

Song Tingyu's voice was cold, "Count."

Mental arithmetic...

Su Ran wanted to look for his phone again and secretly calculate.

Song Tingyu saw through her intentions at a glance and picked up her phone from the coffee table, smiling wickedly, "Your phone is here. You just stand there and calculate. If you can't figure it out, the four of us will starve tonight."

Su Ran's face turned red, "Song Tingyu, you're bullying too much."

"Think of it as me bullying you." Song Tingyu did not deny it at all. Instead, he admitted generously, "Hurry up. Five minutes have passed. How much?"

"Wait." Su Ran shouted, "Don't disturb me."

All she could think of were these three numbers. As time passed, she finally got an answer: "386."

Then she said, "I went in to cook." For a reason, he rushed into the kitchen and closed the door.

The father and son who were sitting in the living room looked at each other and song ting said, "Do you believe me? It took your mother ten minutes to do the math test, but the result was wrong. In ten minutes, you can do one third of the math test, right?"

Song Weixi nodded.

"Thank you, dad. Thank you for my strong genes."

Song Weixi: ..."

Su Ran in the kitchen, in fact, faintly felt that the answer was not right, but he didn't want to go into it. No matter what, just that answer...

She finally cooked the rice and asked Song Tingyu to come over to help carry it. She pulled Song Weixi to wash his hands. When she helped him clean his hands, he pulled down the corner of her clothes and said in her ear, "318."

Su Ran's mind was blank at the moment, and then she was overjoyed. How could she care about what Song Weixi said? All she knew was that she heard Vichy talking.

He spoke...

"Vichy, were you talking to mom just now? Can you say it again?"

Song Weixi refused to speak now.

Su ran pulled him back, "Trial, Vichy just spoke to me."

Song Tingyu calmly served the soup to the three of them, "Did he tell you a number?"

Su Ran recalled, but was not sure, "I think so."

"Did he say the number 318?"

Su Ran recalled, "I think so."

"... How do you know?"

"Your math is so bad that people can't bear to look straight at you. Vichy can't bear it either. It took ten minutes to calculate such a simple addition and subtraction. You're still wrong. No wonder Vichy couldn't help correcting you." Song ting was looking at Su Ran with a look of contempt.

Su Ran: ..."

"Vichy, did you really just tell me the number 318?"

Song Weixi nodded and drank the soup quietly.

Su Ran immediately withered. Song ting pulled her over to sit down and handed her a bowl of soup, "In the future, you should buy more pig brain to stew soup and drink it to supplement your health. It suits you best."

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched her face.

Su Ran's skin had always been perfect, like an egg that had been peeled off. It was hard to even find a hole in her whole body. Song Tingyu had always loved her skin the most. After pinching her face, she felt really good and pinched it twice.

Su Ran patted his hand, "Song Tingyu, are you done?"

She was already angry, and the father and son knew that she was bad at math, so they set up a pit for her to jump in. In the end, the most hateful thing was this man, and he said that she was stupid and needed to think!

What's wrong with her? She's just not good at science!

Song Tingyu was finally willing to stop, but after a while he came over and said, "It's not over. Go back tonight and let me continue touching."

Su Ran glared at him, "You're dreaming!"

"What, are you angry?"

"No."

"It's no use being angry. You're really stupid."

"Song - ting - yu!"

"Vichy's third grade papers were all done, and they were all right. You took ten minutes to figure out the simplest arithmetic problem, and you even got it wrong." Song Tingyu pointed at her, "Aren't you ashamed? You were tutoring Vichy on the problem? How did you coach him? Are you taking out your phone and calculating?"

Su Ran couldn't stand the man any longer and kicked him, "Try saying one more word. Don't try to climb into my bed at night."