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After dinner, Han Ji went to his study to work, 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 upstairs, and waited until he opened the door and entered the house.
Han Ze stood up gently, went upstairs, stood at the door of Han Fu’s room, curious about what he was doing, secretly looked inside through the crack of the door, and saw 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 he was not used to suddenly having such a big son, after all, that feeling was too strange, but seeing that his cheap son was so well-behaved, he still had a faint sense of pride, sons who did their homework consciously and automatically without the parents’ nagging were all good sons.
He thought with pride, ‘he is worthy of being my, Han Ze’s son.’
Suddenly, he coughed guiltily. In the memories that he hadn’t lost, his grades were not good. Now that he had lost his memories, he didn’t know how his son’s grades were. He looked at 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, and there was no need to be 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, he ignored him and lowered his eyes to continue doing the test paper.
Han Ze slowly moved in. He sat on Han Fu’s bed. Han Fu’s exercise book was spread out on the bed. He casually flipped it open and pretended to be indifferent and asked, “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 that, 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. I guess he is also in the first year of high school, right? I don’t know if he can answer the questions Xiao Fu asks him? He thought uncertainly.
If he can’t answer, won’t Han Fu think that he is incompetent as a father? Can he still have dignity 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 tiger teeth. When he looked up at Han Ze, his plain face became calm and he said in a light voice, “Okay.”
Han Ze heard him say okay, and smiled with satisfaction and entanglement. Then, he opened the cover of Han Fu’s exercise book and exclaimed, “You are now doing the exercises for the third year of high school?”
Is my son still a top student?
Han Fu said, “I am in the third year of high school now.”
Han Ze exclaimed, “You are in the third year of high school at the age of sixteen?”
Han Fu nodded, “I skipped a grade.”
Han Ze was surprised, and then said dejectedly, “I was in the first year of high school at the age of sixteen.”
Han Fu hummed lightly, stopped talking, and continued to do his homework.
[Original body: “This person was still in the first year of high school at the age of sixteen, and my son is in the third year of high school. My son is awesome.”
The system looked at him coldly: “That’s you.”
Original body: Embarrassed.
System: “Don’t think that since we are watching a live broadcast of a task taker doing a task, you can frame my task taker 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. On it was written 150 points in red. His heart trembled, thinking about the test scores in his memory. My son can get full marks in his senior year. He is not a nerd, but a genius, right?
He continued to look down, and got 148 points in Chinese. Thinking of himself, even on a test paper with a score of 150, he never got 100 points. He trembled again and wanted to look down, but there were no other test papers.
He held the test paper, looked up and asked hesitantly: “Xiao Fu, why didn’t I see your other papers?”
Han Fu stopped writing, his dark eyes looked at Han Ze quietly, and asked: “Dad, do you want to see how many points I got?”
Han Ze put the test paper down awkwardly, and 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. He suddenly became a father, and his son was so big 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, silently took out other test papers from his schoolbag, and was about to hand them to him, but 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 again?”
Han Ze smiled and said, “You did so well in English and Chinese, 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 smile on his cheek, and said, “Seven hundred and forty-six points.”
Han Ze opened his mouth in shock and asked, “The full score is seven hundred and fifty points, and you got seven hundred and forty-six points? Only lost four points?”
Han Fu saw that his father was interested, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He frowned and said a little annoyed, “I didn’t write the composition well, so I was deducted two points. I wrote one less 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, he deducted one more point from me.”
Han Ze nodded seriously and praised: “Your teacher’s approach is very correct. If you were not careless, you could get full marks in mathematics. You must not be careless next time, understand?”
Han Fu promised: “I will strive to get full marks next time.”
Han Ze sighed, but was afraid that he would have a psychological burden, so he said seriously: “It is not necessary to get full marks. I mean, you obviously know 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 had a slight smile on his lips, and he nodded, “I’ll listen to Dad.”
Han Ze asked again: “Then you got 746 points. What place are you in?”
Han Fu obviously had no interest in the ranking. He said casually: “First place.”
Han Ze stopped talking. He was hit. His son was so smart and capable, but he, as a father, was such a scumbag in studying.
He was silent for a long while, and suddenly said: “The reason why Dad didn’t study well in the past must be that he was traveled through time or possessed by someone. I always feel that even if I was not smart before, my studies should not be so bad. After all, you are so smart, and your father can’t be too bad.”
Han Fu: “…”
Han Ze said angrily: “If I find out who possessed me, I won’t 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 punished by his uncle. He couldn’t help but remind him: “Dad, if you keep dreaming, your uncle will really smash your study room.”
Han Ze snorted and sat there without saying a word.
Han Fu shook his head with a smile, ignored him, and continued to do his homework.
[Original body: “I’m so sad. I was rejected by the task taker again.”
System: “It’s all your fault. You made my task taker feel inferior. It’s obviously not his fault.”
The original body had a decadent face: “It’s all my fault.”
The system snorted.]
After Han Fu finished his homework, he looked back and saw 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 cabinet and covered him, looked at him again, and 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, the sound of footsteps outside the door woke him up. 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 doing homework with Xiao Fu in his room last night, but he didn’t expect to fall 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 up, so he moved quietly and got out of bed. He opened the door. 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 doing homework with Xiao Fu and accidentally fell asleep in his room.”
Han Ji raised his eyebrows and looked relaxed: “Not bad.”
Han Ze pouted and looked at Han Ji’s back in confusion. What’s not bad? After so many years, he still has this problem when 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. Seeing Han Ze, Han Ji invited him, thinking of what he said about exercising, “Go out for a run?”
Han Ze shook his head, his expression serious: “I want to make breakfast for Xiao Fu. Xiao Fu is growing up, breakfast is very important to him, and he can’t just make do with it.”
Han Ji took back his steps, frowning: “Sister Chen makes the meals at home. She is a nutritionist, so there is no need to worry about Xiao Fu’s nutrition not keeping up.”
Han Ze glanced at him and said, “How can it be the same? I am Xiao Fu’s father. How can a father not cook a meal for his son personally?”
Han Ji looked at him and said 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 chef?”
Han Ze touched his nose and said loudly, “I’m a chef god.”
After saying that, he frowned. There was no memory of the chef god in his memory. How could he think he was a chef god? Is his true identity actually the chef god? Because he offended someone, his memory was tampered with?
Han Ji said coldly: “Keep dreaming.”
Then he strode out.
Han Ze curled his lips. Judging from his elder 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 thought he was a good cook, his elder brother was still his elder brother. He couldn’t just ignore him because he looked down on his cooking skills and made breakfast.
So, he asked loudly behind him: “Brother, do you want me to prepare a breakfast for you?”
Han Ji paused, thinking that he couldn’t let his nephew suffer alone, and said: “You can prepare it.”
Han Ze sighed, with a bright smile on his face. Sure enough, his elder brother was still as hard-mouthed and soft-hearted as always. He hummed a tune and went to the kitchen briskly.
He rummaged in the kitchen for a long time, took out a bag of flour, and planned to knead the flour and roll noodles.
He patted his forehead in confusion. Why did he roll noodles?
He remembered that he and his elder brother didn’t like noodles. Xiao Fu was his son, so he didn’t like noodles either, right?
But since everyone might not like noodles, why did he roll noodles?
Could it be that he was very good at cooking noodles before?
You won’t know until you try.
He poured the noodles into a basin and started to knead them. He didn’t look up the recipe online, but followed his own feelings. In the end, he kneaded the noodles well and rolled them into noodles very skillfully.
He looked at the rolled noodles for a long time and couldn’t come back to his senses. He 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 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, so that the noodles cooked in that way would have a rich and delicious soup.
After regretting, he frowned in confusion, and then relaxed his brows. Since he couldn’t find the reason, he didn’t look for it. Things always have a result.
Sister Chen came to make breakfast at the usual time. When she went to the kitchen, she saw that Han Ze was actually cooking noodles.
She hurriedly said, “Second Young Master, if you want to eat breakfast, just tell me and I’ll make it. How can I ask you to 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 entangled. She was not worried about the Second Young Master. She was worried whether the noodles he made were edible? If he upset the young master’s stomach again, that would be terrible.
“Sister Chen, it’s okay, please help call Xiao Fu.”
Han Ji took a shower after running, stood at the kitchen door with a towel, wiped his hair, and heard what they said in a calm voice.
Sister Chen shook her head helplessly. It was the Second Young Master who had lost his memory and couldn’t stand the stimulation. She could only give up persuading him.
Han Ji dried his hair and asked Han Ze: “Is breakfast ready?”
Han Ze said repeatedly: “Yes, yes, come and bring the noodles. We will have three bowls of noodles, one bowl each.”
Han Ji frowned slightly and said: “Don’t you dislike noodles?”
Han Ze said enthusiastically: “I do dislike 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. His expression relaxed slightly. 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 to bring 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?”
Ha Ji rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and said, “Okay.”
Han Fu went 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 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, you should eat a good breakfast. I made noodles especially for you.”
Han Fu looked at Han Ji, who pointed to the bowl of noodles in front of him and said: “Come and eat quickly, don’t let your dad down.”
But in his heart, he was thinking that he would call Xiao Fu’s class teacher later and ask him to pay attention to Xiao Fu’s condition to prevent him from having diarrhea.
Han Fu took a complicated look at the bowl of noodles on the table and asked: “Did Dad really make it?”
Han Ze smiled and said: “Really? Can’t 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 said again: “I can’t believe it either, come and eat.” He couldn’t believe that his cooking skills were so good.
As he said that, he pulled Han Fu to sit on the chair. He also sat on the chair, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a noodle to eat. After eating, he frowned and said, “The taste is not right.”
Han Ji asked him, “Why is it not right?”
After asking, he also picked up a noodle and put it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly, very surprised, the taste is really good, better than the noodles he usually eats.
Han Ze was very confused. He frowned and said seriously: “The taste of the noodles should be better. Is it because I have lost my memory that my cooking skills have become worse?”
Han Ji said, “Not bad.”
Han Fu swallowed the noodles in his mouth, narrowed his narrow eyes, and his actions were 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.”
Unexpectedly, 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 task taker originally a cooking god?”
System snorted: “The task taker is more than a cooking god, he knows a lot more.”
Original body worshipped: “Really?”
System disdainfully: “Do I have to lie to you?”
Original body: “No wonder you worship your task taker so much.”
The system snorted and ignored him.]
After breakfast, Han Fu asked Han Ji: “Uncle, there is a parent-teacher meeting today. I had too many things to do yesterday and forgot to tell you.”
Before Han Ji could reply, Han Ze next to him said unhappily: “Xiao Fu, you have a parent-teacher meeting, why are you going to tell your uncle? You should tell me, although I have lost my memory and may not be a good father, but I can still go to your parent-teacher meeting, right?”
Han Fu didn’t say anything. In the past, his parent-teacher meetings were either attended by his uncle or grandfather. His father hated him and was too busy avoiding him to attend his parent-teacher meetings.
Han Ji glanced at Han Fu, then at Han Ze and said, “Since you want to attend Xiao Fu’s parent-teacher conference, you should go. It just so happens that I have to meet a client today and can’t spare the time.”
Han Ze glared at him and said, “You can go meet the client if you want to. Xiao Fu is my son, so of course I am going to attend his parent-teacher conference. Why are you meddling?”
Han Ji didn’t want to pay attention to him at all. Losing memory is a big deal. Losing memory can wipe out all the bad things he did in the past? I don’t know who disliked Xiao Fu at the beginning, and asked him to send Xiao Fu to school, but he didn’t want to.
Han Fu didn’t say anything beside him, but just looked at his uncle with sympathy. Since his father lost his memory, he didn’t know how many times his uncle had been choked by his father.
Han Ze found out last night that Xiao Fu and his elder brother have a good relationship, better than his relationship with him. Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and asked Han Ji, “Brother, you should be 35 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 his meddling, and turned around to care about his age.
Han Ze pointed at him and said, “Brother, my son is sixteen years old, and you are thirty-five, and you are not married yet?”
Han Ji stood up and asked while buttoning his shirt, “Is there any problem if I don’t get married?”
There is a problem. It’s a big problem.
Han Ze stood up, walked to his side, and said, “Brother, you don’t get married, are you trying to snatch my son from me?”
Han Fu: “…”
Han Ji paused while buttoning his shirt, and looked at him unhappily, “I want to kick you.”
As he said that, he was about to raise his leg.
Han Ze ran away smartly. Han Ji snorted and said, “I’m going to work. You can accompany Xiao Fu to the parent-teacher meeting.”
Han Ze watched Han Ji leave, and did not forget 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 smart, you must not be fooled by him.”
Han Fu looked at him with a complicated look. He couldn’t understand why there was such a big difference between a person before and after losing his memory.
But he had to say that he was happy with his dad after he lost his memory. If it was possible, he would let his dad continue to lose his memory.
He smiled. Uncle must like his dad very much, although his dad after he lost his memory often made him speechless.
“As long as Dad doesn’t change, you don’t have to worry about me being taken away.” Han Fu said. He never thought that one day his dad who always hated him would worry about him being taken away.
Han Ze said as a matter of course: “I will definitely not change.”
Han Fu looked at him and a pleasant telephone 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 it. He frowned, not knowing who it was, and clicked the word “hang up” and hung up.
A few seconds after hanging up, the phone rang again. It was He Kai who called 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 to talk to me about?”
He Kai had already known that Han Ershao had lost his memory through Shi Danluo. He had an idea and said: “Han Ershao, I am He Kai. Before you lost your memory, we were good buddies. Although you have lost your memory, our friendship is still there. How about going 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 for a drink.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone without thinking. He didn’t like drinking. How could whoever asked him to go out for a drink be his good buddy?
Han Fu watched coldly from the side. Seeing that he hung up the phone and didn’t 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 with a look of disbelief.
Seeing that he didn’t believe him, Han Ze said, “I don’t remember ever drinking. 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 didn’t dislike 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, he won’t find anyone to drink with?”
Han Fu complained in his heart, why does he have to ask you to drink? Of course, he wants you to pay.
Han Ze answered the phone and said, “I told you I have a parent-teacher meeting for my son and I can’t go out drinking. Find someone else.”
He wanted to hang up again, but He Kai said hurriedly, “Second Master Han, don’t hang up yet. Listen to me, Shi Danluo is here, why don’t you come?”
“Shi Danluo?”
Han Ze repeated, and then he realized that Shi Danluo was the daughter of the prematurely aged woman yesterday. Thinking of this, he shuddered and said, “So what if she’s here? Do I have to go if she’s here?”
He Kai smiled and said flatteringly, “Don’t you like her? Come over here, we’ll help you cheer her up, and if you propose to her, she might agree to it.”
[The original body was anxious: “The task taker must not agree to go. Shi Danluo is beautiful but ugly, a typical snake beauty. The task taker 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 task taker has seen all kinds of beauties, why would he fall in love with Shi Danluo? Who are you looking down on?”
The original body was panicked: “But Shi Danluo is a woman that makes any man unable to move his legs. The task taker is also a man.”
The system snorted: “Don’t compare my task taker with an ordinary man.”]
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 his heart is hurt? Can you take responsibility?”
When he was sixteen, if someone said they wanted to find a stepmother for him, he would definitely fight with that person. He thought Xiao Fu must have the same idea as him. He must not find a stepmother for him, and he must not be bullied by women outside.
He Kai’s face turned pale and blue. He argued, “Second Young Master, you liked Shi Danluo very much before you lost your memory, and you said you would marry no one else but 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, and I guess I didn’t like her much before I lost my memory either.”
He Kai said unwillingly, “But, but you said you liked her, didn’t you?”
Han Ze became impatient and said, “That was before I lost my memory. I don’t know what was going on at all. What do you mean by that? Whether what she said was true or not, I have no way to verify it, I just 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 to say that I like Shi Danluo, what does that mean? Or are you not my friend, but Shi Danluo’s friend, so you help her like this?”
He Kai was shocked and hurriedly explained: “Second Young Master, you have to believe me, I am Shi Danluo’s friend, and also your friend, 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 that, he hung up the phone without waiting for He Kai to agree.
Han Fu looked at Han Ze and asked inscrutablely, “Dad, are you really not going to find a stepmother for me?”
Han Ze had fear in his eyes. He shook his head vigorously. He knew that he had lost his memory and that he was 33 years old now, but he still habitually thought of himself as 16 years old. 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, his body was 33 years old now, and he was embarrassed to harm those young girls. 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 am 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 will not marry a wife.”
Han Fu glanced at him indifferently. Regardless of whether he was really afraid of his stepmother abusing him and not marrying a wife, he decided to give him a chance. If he dared to break his promise…
[Original body: “The task taker has not met Shi Danluo yet. I am 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 people with shallow knowledge. 】
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 driver at home to take them to school.
Han Ze sat in the car and looked 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 said again: “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: “Whether it’s expensive or not is secondary. I think the style of that car is more suitable for me.”
Han Fu: He really didn’t know what his father’s style was 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 and looked around. Then he proudly discovered that he was the youngest and most handsome parent in the class.
He looked around like a hyperactive child. He looked around and around. As soon as he turned his head to the right, he suddenly opened his eyes. This man looked 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 am Han Ze, don’t you recognize me? I have a very deep impression of you.”
Cao Rui was very surprised to hear him say that he was Han Ze, and said with a smile: “Han Ze? It’s really you, you have changed a lot, I dare not recognize you.”
Han Ze touched his hair and said: “That’s right, I also think I have become more handsome.”
Cao Rui: “…”
I have never seen such a narcissistic person.
Seeing that he didn’t speak, Han Ze smiled and said: “You are also here to attend the parent-teacher meeting? I remember that you are ten years older than me. When I was still in junior high school, you had already graduated from college and got married. How old is your child?”
Cao Rui didn’t expect to see Han Ze at the parent-teacher meeting. He smiled and said: “My son is eighteen years old this year. You are ten years younger than me. My son is already in the third year of high school? You are quite fast.”
Han Ze was a little complacent and said: “That’s right, you should give birth to a son as early as possible.”
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 okay, 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 sloppy and missed a number. In order to teach him a lesson, the teacher deducted two points from him, and the total score was 746. How about your son?”
Cao Rui felt even more embarrassed and laughed twice. His son scored 247 points this time, and he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. With this score, he can’t even get into university. It’s embarrassing.
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 were so angry that you didn’t want to tutor me anymore. My dad paid you to tutor me, but you didn’t want to, thinking that I was a hopeless case… What did you say at that time? 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, and you were not tempted by money… I really envy those of you who study well. You can study well and benefit your descendants, but I can’t do that.”
Cao Rui’s face was stiff. He was really angry with Han Ze at the beginning, and 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 embarrassed because of those bad words he had said before.
Han Ze looked at him and said to himself, “Well, although my son was influenced by me, his grades are better than mine, so I am a little relieved. You were a top student back then, and your son must have inherited your excellent genes. He must be 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 miss numbers in the next exam.”
Cao Rui has never felt so ashamed before, he was really ashamed. Although Han Ze was a poor student at the beginning, 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 harder, 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 being modest.”
Cao Rui sighed and said vaguely: “I am really not modest. My son is not very good at studying. He can’t catch up with your son.”
Han Ze said: “My son’s study is indeed much better than mine. You are different. You were a top student back then, and your son must be right. Brother Cao, don’t be modest.”
Cao Rui smiled bitterly. He was really not modest. Just as he was about to say something, the head teacher came in.
This parent meeting is mainly for this midterm exam and future arrangements. After all, the college entrance examination will be held in the first half of next year.
The head teacher is quite strict. He turned on the projector and the scores of the whole class appeared on the screen. His expression was a bit 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, 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 in the exam. I remember that I scored more than 400 points in the exam when I was in the first year of high school.”
Why did he only mention the first year of high school? Of course, 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 at that time.
The unlucky child Han Ze mentioned was his son.
Cao Rui wanted to run away. It was too embarrassing. He had no face to see anyone.
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