"Mom, are you really a high school student?"

As soon as he returned to his house afterwards, Wang Xiaoming stuck behind Yan Bei and kept asking.

Yan Bei kept nodding, but he just couldn't believe it, he kept asking, and finally Yan Bei broke down and yelled, and then he closed his mouth aggrievedly.

"Go back to your room and go to sleep!" Yan Bei pointed to his room and commanded in a cold voice.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at her pitifully, and saw that she was not soft-hearted at all, so he had to resign himself to his fate and enter the house.

However, as soon as he entered, just as Yan Bei was about to close the door and leave, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Mom, are you really a high school student?" ”

Yan Bei: (╰_╯)#!

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger, pointed his index finger, gritted his teeth and shouted, "You! Go to bed! Go to sleep! ”

"Oh!" Seeing that his mother's expression was wrong, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly climbed onto the bed, covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and didn't dare to say more.

Xu is sorrow and joy too many times today, just touched the pillow, and he fell asleep.

Seeing this, Yan Bei was relieved to go back to his room.

The next morning, at eight o'clock in the morning, when Yan Bei was preparing breakfast, the landline in the living room rang.

I didn't know who called, Yan Bei hurriedly put down the work in his hand and ran over to answer the phone.

"Hey, hello, who are you looking for?" Yan Bei asked suspiciously.

Wang Xiaoming, who was lying on the coffee table writing the practice field, heard this movement and immediately looked up.

Looking at his mother's expression that gradually became serious, he suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

Soon, Yan Bei hung up the phone, and his sharp gaze immediately turned to him, so frightened that Wang Xiaoming's pen fell.

"Mom......" he called her weakly, although he knew that he had not done anything bad, but he was still inexplicably weak.

Yan Bei walked over, squatted down, and when he saw his weak-hearted appearance, he held back a smile in his heart, but asked with a serious face:

"Your kindergarten homeroom teacher just called me."

"Hmm." Wang Xiaoming responded weakly, and his little hand was so nervous that he didn't know how to put it.

Because, the three words of the head teacher are the three words he is most afraid of, and once these three words appear, it indicates that he may be finished.

"Guess what your teacher said?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head nervously, he couldn't guess, and he didn't dare to guess.

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, he thought there was nothing wrong with this kid, but now looking at his expression, I'm afraid it's really a little boring.

"Your teacher said that school is about to start, and your father has already found a school for you, but you need to prepare your history transcript first and hand it in, and your kindergarten homeroom teacher is responsible for this matter, so ask me to send your transcript as soon as possible."

After Yan Bei finished explaining, he stopped talking.

Wang Xiaoming was obviously stunned for a moment, then stood up slowly, turned back to his room step by step, never knew which corner it was, took out a crumpled report card, and carefully handed it to her.

"Mom, I just forgot to give it to you, really!" He explained very seriously.

It's a pity that his mother's fiery eyes have long seen through his inferior tricks.

Yan Bei didn't rush to clean him up, but picked up the report card, sat on the sofa and read it.

There are very few kindergarten courses, only Chinese and mathematics, Wang Xiaoming's score is 80 points in Chinese and 18 points in mathematics.

100-point system, even if this score is calculated as an average score, it is less than 50 points in a subject, and you can't even touch the passing line.

Raising his eyes to look at Wang Xiaoming, the little guy was tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, looking at her with a shrunken look, and when he saw her looking over, his eyes were already red.

"Mom....... I didn't mean to be so bad, math is too difficult, those numbers they know me, but I don't know them even if I try hard......"

explained, the voice was already crying, the little face was red, and it was angry and funny to watch.

Yan Bei shook his head helplessly, put down his report card, got up and walked towards the restaurant, and said as he walked, "Let's eat first." ”

"Huh?" Didn't Mom make up for him?

Wang Xiaoming followed to the restaurant in a daze, and saw that his mother really didn't mean to hit someone, so he hurriedly lowered his head and quietly breathed a sigh of relief, so he obediently climbed onto the chair and enjoyed breakfast happily.

But!

Is Yan Bei the kind of gentle mother?

The answer is clearly no!

As soon as he finished breakfast, Wang Xiaoming was carried to the study room and began to study for two hours.

Knowing that he was good at Chinese, Yan Bei focused on teaching mathematics.

Directly write out the numbers between one and one hundred, teach them one by one, and list the ninety-nine multiplication tables that are regarded as heaven-level exercises in this world, waiting to be instilled in Wang Xiaoming.

If learning in this world was really just about learning, then she wouldn't be so anxious.

But in this world, its setting is very strange, poor learning equals low strength, low strength will be beaten, she can't let her children be bullied anymore.

Therefore, this ninety-nine multiplication table, he has to memorize it today, and he has to memorize it if he doesn't memorize it, and there is no choice at all!

Wang Xiaoming was completely confused, and he didn't know if he was born with a lack of math roots, these simple numbers were all exactly the same symbols in his eyes, and he couldn't distinguish them at all.

At first, Yan Bei didn't notice this problem, but when she found out, the child was already crying silently with a little face.

That little touch, helpless, pitiful, but especially edible!

"Mom..... Belch! I'm hungry......" pleaded pitifully for a child.

Yan Bei frowned, "You're hungry and you're going to burp?" ”

"Huh?" Wang Xiaoming's face was blank.

Yan Bei immediately gave up this question and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, while asking Wang Xiaoming to rest first and wait for her to think of a way.

Mathematics, without a doubt, is one of the top subjects in the world.

In addition to mathematics, there are also physics and chemistry, but the latter two subjects have a very high start, and they are not suitable for Wang Xiaoming, a primary school student.

But she also discovered that Wang Xiaoming was not sensitive to numbers in his life, and if she wanted him to learn mathematics well, it would kill him!

Also, how can you learn physics and chemistry well if you don't know math!

So, can she only let him specialize in languages?

In this subject, he showed an amazing ability to understand, but the basic subject of language, which everyone knows, has no combat effectiveness at all in the same class.

However, it seems、Maybe...... Can he learn some junior high school Chinese first?

But!

The ninety-nine multiplication table must be memorized, this thing is not small, even if Wang Xiaoming does not know other mathematical calculations and only understands the ninety-nine multiplication table, then he can also gain a firm foothold in the group of primary school students below the third grade.

In the plot, this kid died when he was only in the first grade, and if he can survive this year with the ninety-nine multiplication table, it will be smooth in the future.