This is definitely Professor Qi's son! He's born to be a man's nemesis!
"Qi Rang, you solve this problem." Qi Xiaoyan's icy voice suddenly came from the podium, like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head.
The students all looked at the complex function problem on the blackboard and fell silent.
Qi Rang: "..."
Professor Qi showed no mercy when it came to abusing his son.
During recess, Qi Rang was surrounded by his classmates again. The round-faced girl sitting next to him gave him the most loving smile she had ever seen and asked, "Little Qi, is your dad always this cold at home? Does he play games with you?"
Qi Rang said, "Yes, he does. He plays Sudoku with me every day."
girl:"……"
She didn't say anything more; all she wanted to do was pull little Qi into her arms and comfort him.
The class monitor, eager to try, said, "How about we have a Sudoku competition?"
Qi Rang nodded: "Okay."
One girl complained: "What kind of hero are you, a grown man, bullying a kindergarten kid!"
Qi Rang said, "It's alright. If I lose, Dad will avenge me."
Class monitor: "..."
He suddenly didn't want to play anymore.
He randomly selected a Sudoku puzzle on his phone and announced the start of the competition. Qi Rang scribbled in his notebook for a while, and before the bell rang for the next class, he said to the class monitor next to him in his clear, childlike voice, "Brother, I'm done!"
The class monitor, who still had a few blanks left to fill in, nearly snapped his pen when he heard what Qi Rang said. He glanced at the nine-square grid Qi Rang had filled in with numbers, opened the software to compare the answers, and found that none of them were wrong.
"This is impossible!" The class monitor was completely stunned. He had actually lost to a kindergarten kid in a Sudoku game. This was impossible!
Seeing this, the students around him started to jeer, and the class monitor sat dejectedly in his seat, beginning to question his life.
Qi Rang patted the class monitor on the shoulder and comforted him, "Dad practices this with me every day and even times me. I'm just more skilled at it."
Class monitor: "..."
He didn't want to be comforted by a kindergarten child at all.
Qi Xiaoyan watched the entire match and said to Qi Rang with some satisfaction, "We can watch another ten minutes of cartoons tonight."
Class monitor: "..."
His upheaval of his worldview resulted in a ten-minute animated film?
Professor Qi really needs to reflect on his teaching methods!
After the two classes ended, Qi Rang was surrounded by girls who were reluctant to part with him, and everyone took out their phones to ask him for a photo.
Qi Xiaoyan pulled him out of the crowd and left without looking back.
On the way, Qi Xiaoyan looked at Qi Rang who was following beside her and smiled, saying, "It seems that you are more able to integrate into university life than kindergarten life."
Qi Rang said, "Kindergarten girls are all like bean sprouts; they're nowhere near as pretty as the college girls."
Qi Xiaoyan: "..."
So who did he inherit this trait from?
The two went to the office to pick up their things first, and then drove back to their residence. Just as they arrived home, Yang Wei called.
Qi Xiaoyan spoke a few words to Yang Wei, then Qi Rang snatched the phone away again: "Mom, it's your Juanbao!"
Yang Wei laughed on the other end of the line: "Sweetie Juanbao, what did you do this afternoon?"
"I went to the university with my dad this afternoon, and I even beat their class monitor!"
"What did you do to beat the class monitor?"
"Sudoku competition."
Yang Wei: "..."
I wonder how our class monitor is doing now.
Qi Xiaoyan snatched the phone back again: "Yes, he also gets along very well with the girls in his class."
Qi Rang: "..."
"I took some photos before I left. I'll send you a few later."
Qi Rang: "..."
Yang Wei later received a picture from Qi Xiaoyan. In the picture, Juanbao was surrounded by a group of girls, all of whom looked like they loved him very much.
Yang Wei twitched her lips and locked her phone in the cabinet. Teacher Yao, who was changing clothes next to her, saw her swimsuit and said with a look of disdain, "Isn't your swimsuit a little too covering up? What era is this style from?"
Yang Wei shrugged: "Professor Qi personally selected it."
Teacher Yao didn't believe it: "Is that all Professor Qi's aesthetic sense is?"
"It has nothing to do with aesthetics; Professor Qi simply likes it because it has a lot of fabric."
Teacher Yao: "..."
Dinner was prepared by Qi Xiaoyan. Although the little boy didn't want to admit it, his father's cooking was indeed better than his mother's.
After dinner, Qi Rang happily watched cartoons for twenty minutes longer than usual before going off to draw. Qi Xiaoyan, having finished washing the dishes, glanced at him slumped over the table and asked, "What are you drawing?"
"I'm drawing Daddy's class." Qi Rang didn't even look up, continuing to doodle on the paper. Qi Xiaoyan walked over and took a look. It was indeed a scene of his class, from the teacher's desk to the person standing on the platform, and even the function problems on the blackboard, all of which were perfectly reproduced.
Qi Xiaoyan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you understand these symbols?"
"I don't understand it, but I've memorized it."
Qi Xiaoyan patted his head: "You'll understand when you're a little older."
"Oh, how old was Dad when he understood it?"
Fourteen years old.
"Then I need to understand it by the time I'm thirteen."
Qi Xiaoyan chuckled and patted him, saying, "Alright, go wash up. Aren't you tired after playing all day?"
After finishing the last stroke, Qi Rang ran to the bathroom to wash up.
Qi Xiaoyan watched him climb into bed, and Qi Rang covered himself with the blanket, then said to Qi Xiaoyan, "Goodnight, Dad."
Qi Xiaoyan kissed him on the cheek and turned off the bedroom light: "Goodnight, Juanbao."