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Chapter 101 Mr. Qin who was tortured and collapsed by elementary school scum

When Song Jing came back at night, even Qin Mo was leaning on the sofa with his head on his face, his face was a bit ugly, so he hurried over

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Qin Mo raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. Last week he had a cold and almost caused pneumonia and stayed in the hospital for a week. He just came back these two days. Song Jing was afraid that he would not feel well again. He shook his head and sighed.

"It's okay, the kindergarten teacher called today. This is the result of your son's kindergarten graduation exam. You can read it yourself."

Said that Qin Mo tapped a piece of paper on one side, Song Jing hurriedly picked it up to look at it, Xiao Chengzi's birthday is in December, and he can only wait for one year to enter school at the age of 12, and he has to graduate from kindergarten the year before school He started to go to preschool, and he heard last week that the kindergarten would organize exams.

What can children test?In addition, Qin Mo was hospitalized last week, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Is this the end of the exam?

There are 30 questions on arithmetic, pinyin and English, arithmetic and graphics on a serious paper, half of them are wrong, and pinyin is even more... Man Jianghong, there are basically few correct ones, as far as English is still a little better, Song Jing sees After finishing this paper, he was a little silent. To be honest, he had never seen such a miserable paper in his more than ten years of student career.

Qin Mo closed his eyes for a moment, trying to make himself face up to this examination paper.

"The teacher said, counting the fifth from the bottom in English, it doesn't count as the bottom one in English."

"the last one?"

Song Jing was so startled that she immediately raised her head, and met the helpless eyebrows of the person beside her. That's right, it's not surprising that such a result was the last one, so Song Jing loosened his tie.

"Hey, why did this happen all of a sudden?"

Just as Qin Mo was about to speak, his chest felt itchy and he coughed out of his mouth. Song Jing patted his back for fear that he would get angry after seeing this achievement.

"Don't worry, slow down, this child is still young, what can be seen in a kindergarten test, don't worry, we will teach slowly."

The corners of Qin Moke's eyes were a little red, and Song Jing's eyes were a little hurt when he looked down at the occasional white hair on the top of his head. To speak out.

"Originally, I also thought that the child was still young, and he played as much as possible. I seldom asked the teacher about his situation in kindergarten. If it wasn't for his birthday, he would be in the first grade in September this year. This result..."

Although Qin Mo was strict with his son since he was a child, it was mostly on the child's moral level. He really didn't pay too much attention to the study in the kindergarten. Now he wonders if his thoughts have delayed the child, and Song Jing knows He thinks more.

"Don't worry too much, isn't it September? Isn't it the first grade? When you start the pre-school preparatory class in September, we will teach you well. Don't get angry because of this kid's grades."

The two of them passed the kindergarten graduation exam this time and began to pay more attention to their son's studies. Qin Mo would teach his son pinyin and arithmetic at home.

"Come on, Xiaochengzi fights with Dad, ying, tao, cherry"

"ying, te, er, Intel?"

"nu, anger"

"nu, spit"

The soft and sticky voice followed Qin Mo's recitation of Chicken and Duck. Qin Mo closed his eyes again and again, and put his hand on his heart. He knew that he couldn't be anxious with the child, so he could only teach him over and over again. He obviously felt that his heart was more stuffy than before. Quite a lot, I had to take a pill in the end, and took several deep breaths to suppress the chest tightness just now.

In this way, Qin Mo taught during the day and Song Jing taught after work in the evening, but Xiao Chengzi’s pinyin still didn’t improve much. There was no distinction between b and p, n and l. Song Jing just returned to the conference room on the top floor and came out for lunch. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard a few people from the general manager's office chatting.

"Teaching children is really fatal now. Last week, the father of a classmate in our children's class suffered a heart attack when he was teaching the children, and he is still in the hospital."

"Is it so serious? Is this kid so difficult to teach?"

On one side, a young man made a sound, and the man just patted him.

"You, you will know when you have a child. When you don't study, you are a loving mother and a filial son. When you learn, you are like a chicken and a dog. If you give him a lecture, it will be the opposite. The chicken talks to the duck, and the one in our family is the same. After repeating the sample question three or four times, it is still the original wrong way, hey, just be so persistent..."

Song Jing was a little flustered after hearing this, and finally had a correct understanding of the child's problem. She turned around and walked to the parking lot, picked up her mobile phone and immediately called her family. Qin Mo was also about to eat when she received the call. Jing rarely called him at this time.

"what happened?"

"What are you doing? Are you still teaching Xiao Chengzi?"

Qin Mo propped the table and sat down, looking at his son who was smiling because he didn't study all morning, and was acting like a baby by his side, feeling a little helpless.

"No, I took him outside to pick leaves this morning, and I'm preparing to eat."

"Okay, you guys eat first, I'll have a meeting in the afternoon, and I'll be home after the meeting."

Song Jing held the meeting in the afternoon very quickly. After the meeting, she went out non-stop and went home. It was about three o'clock when she arrived home. The house was very quiet, and Mama Zhang had just come out of the kitchen.

"You're back? Mister is sleeping in the room with Xiao Chengzi and hasn't woken up yet."

Song Jing nodded, and gently pushed open the door of the bedroom. Sure enough, one big and one small were sleeping inside, and the scumbag of his family was occupying his place. He walked in lightly, without a trace. After a while, Qin Mo woke up. Because of the last cold, when he first woke up, his chest was always a little uncomfortable. When his hands subconsciously wanted to press his heart, a pair of familiar hands covered him and gently rubbed it. , he opened his eyes and saw Song Jing, who had not changed into a suit, was sitting by the bed, her voice was still a little hoarse after waking up.

"Why did you come back so early?"

Song Jing glanced at the little bastard who was sleeping on his back, lowered his head and put his hands through Qin Mo's legs, and immediately picked him up. Qin Mo hurriedly held his arm and lowered his voice.

"What?"

Song Jing was afraid that he wouldn't move too fast when he was startled, so she carried her to the next room and put her safely on the rocking chair beside her.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the company?"

This person came back so early today, Qin Mo stared at him and asked, Song Jing waved his hand.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it, I'm just dissatisfied with that elementary school scum occupying my bed and occupying you."

Qin Mo was a little funny, and the chest tightness when he just woke up was relieved a lot.

"Okay, come back in a hurry, let's talk."

Song Jing sat on the edge of his rocking chair, handed him a glass of water, and told him the news from the company.

"After I finished listening, the cold sweat on my back crawled up. From now on, that brat will wait for me to teach him when I come back. Don't worry."

Qin Mo paused when he remembered the scene of teaching children yesterday, but he didn't even have the slightest excuse.

"Okay, then you can go to work tonight."

In this way, Song Jing took the pinyin puzzles and picture books to her son at night. When the little things are not studying, they have unlimited energy. They are driving the car that Jiang Chuyin bought for the house full of wind, looking at Song Jing. When the book came over, he turned his head and ran as soon as he turned the steering wheel, Song Jing...

"Little bastard..."

Qin Mo ran a pot of Pu'er tea and watched Song Jing take that little piggy-like thing out of the car.

"Learn pinyin with me for half an hour, or you won't be able to drive tomorrow."

"Little Daddy, I have already learned."

"Bragging is not a draft."

"Come, fight, pu, bu"

Forced by Song Jing's power, the little thing still sat obediently beside him, watching those pinyin little mouths muttering non-stop, the little father is not as gentle as his father, he really knows how to spank his ass, he muttered While looking at the face of the little father, he looked at Song Jing amused.

"Speak louder, come on, try, if you make a mistake, little daddy won't spank"

"po, bu, rags..."

Song Jing...very good, as expected, before there was no distinction between p and b, but now it is u, o. The little boy was sleepy after only a short while, yawning after another, Song Jing's gaze was a little dull after sending the child back to the room, and Qin Mo, who had witnessed the whole process, looked at him with pity, and patted him. He patted the place around him.

Song Jing walked over mechanically and leaned on Qin Mo's shoulder.

"It's over, I think my blood pressure is a little high..."

Qin Mo smiled and patted him. It may be that he has been tortured a lot these two days, and his endurance has improved a lot. Song Jing sat up with a face full of incomprehension.

"Why? Why is it so hard to learn pinyin? I remember never doing this when I was a child. Have you ever done it?"

Qin Mo glanced at him, Song Jing...

"I know, you must have never done it, you, do you think we should take Xiao Chengzi to check my IQ?"

Is it normal to not understand pinyin?Of course, even if he is a little stupid, he is still Qin Mo's child. He said it very carefully for fear of causing Qin Mo's displeasure. After he finished speaking, he looked at him carefully, but saw that the man was not angry but his brows were furrowed. .

"Don't worry, I don't think it's a big problem. This kid is very clever in other aspects, and his IQ must be fine."

But he didn’t want Song Jing to ask Song He directly for the phone number of a doctor who specializes in children’s mental development on Monday. Song He thought he was asking for someone else’s phone number, but only after he mentioned it was for Xiao Chengzi, he immediately put down the knock. case hand.

"Just because you can't learn pinyin, you want to take your child's IQ test?"

Qin Mo also had a headache.

"Both of us have tried the method, but Xiao Chengzi just can't understand it, and I don't know where the reason is."

Song He also understood his anxiety.

"If you want to know more about it, you can take your child to see it, but according to my opinion, the child's intellectual development is definitely not a problem. Children of this age can't learn a lot of pinyin. They just go to elementary school, and they can't understand it in the second and third grades. Not too many, otherwise would there be so many broken parents? Don't be too anxious."

In the end, Song Jing and Qin Mo took their children to see it. As long as they brought their children to the examination, Qin Mo couldn't let go of his heart. He kept looking at the little thing beside him. Not sluggish, he kept looking for evidence to prove that his child is definitely a smart and healthy child. When Song Jing came out with an IQ of 120, he sighed.

"120, an excellent IQ level, our little orange's excellent IQ is probably spent on eating and playing, don't worry, IQ is fine, it's just a little off the mark."

The author has something to say:

Haha, Xiaochengzi's pinyin is probably at the same level as Nuoxin

Mr. Mo is quite calm.

Mr. Qin immediately took medicine for chest tightness