"What are you doing? Your grandma is talking to you. Don't stare at your phone all day long."
Father Qi reached out to pat his son on the head, but he dodged it.
"If you hit me any more, you'll be stupid. Do you want a stupid son?"
"snort!"
There was no Internet in the countryside, and at the end of the month he didn't have enough data, so he had to log off and sneak into his little cousin's room.
That kid is actually studying. Oh my God, what happened? What kind of stimulation is this?
"Cousin, please tell me about this question."
My little cousin is in the fifth grade of elementary school. He is silly and likes to play just like him.
"You have a fever? Why don't you go out to play?"
"No, my teacher praised me yesterday and said I would become a top student. I can't let her down."
"Which teacher are you?"
"The new head teacher."
Why are young teachers like this nowadays? Drawing unrealistic pie for children?
"Cousin, do you know how to do it? My mother said that you got into a bad junior college and told me not to learn from you. You can't even do fifth-grade elementary school questions, right?"
"What are you talking about? You underestimate me. Isn't it just division of decimals? What's so difficult about it?"
Really, he was actually looked down upon by a little kid. If he were told that he was a computer expert, his jaw would be shocked.
But……
After reading the questions in the book for a long time, damn, I really don’t know how to do them.
"Don't think about it, I'm calling for help."
"Hey! Are you still rolling your eyes at me?"
Oh my God, isn't it just a broken math problem?
He took out his cell phone, fearing that Qi Ziyan would see it, and turned his back to him. After tinkering for a long time, Ji Momo's voice suddenly came out.
"Sister Mo Mo, I am your little bubble, my name is Pang Dun."
"I know you."
After the last live broadcast, "Pang Dun" wrote her a long private message, telling her about her troubles in study and asking her how she could become a top student.
The writing style seems to be that of a primary school student. Children are at the stage when they need encouragement, and good children are always praised.
So she used children's favorite compliments to praise "Pang Dun", and gave him her mobile phone number so that he could ask her if he had any questions.
"Pang Dun, what's the matter with you?"
"Sister, my cousin is so stupid. He can't even ask him questions." Little Fatty rolled his eyes at his already stupid cousin.
"what is the problem?"
"The decimal point of a decimal moves two places to the right. As a result, the decimal increases by 118.8. What is the original decimal?"
"Your cousin... what grade is he in?"
"Pang Dun" looked disdainfully at Qi Ziyan, who continued to petrify, "He is now in his junior year."
"Uh... Fatty, let me explain it to you. First, let me ask you, if the decimal point moves to the right, does the decimal expand? Or shrink?"
Pang Dun frowned and thought for a long time, "My teacher said moving to the right means expanding."
"Yes! Fatty is really smart. If you move two places, how many times will it be enlarged?"
"Expand...a hundred times?"
"Yes, can you draw line segment diagrams?"
"Won't!"
This is difficult to handle!
"Pang Dun, my sister is live broadcasting now. Is it convenient for you to watch my sister's live broadcast?"
"Convenient!" Pang Dun was very happy.
He ran out and shouted to his father, "Hurry up and turn on the WIFI, I want to connect with sister Momo."
WIFI? Does his uncle still have such a thing at home? Qi Ziyan looked confused.
"Sister Momo, I see you."
Little Fatty held his father's cell phone excitedly, as if he was face to face with his idol, and his butt almost took off.
"Okay, now watch me draw the line segments. Let's double the original number..."
The room was quiet, and several adults were stunned as they watched Pang Dun ask the anchor... a math question.