Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

the first? ?

Everyone looked at each other, feeling that the master was a little overwhelmed, and a trace of excitement rose in the bottom of their hearts.

From the last to the top, this kind of situation has never happened in the Qunfang competition. Is it really possible?

Everyone said no, but there was a light of excitement in their eyes.

The child sitting in the chair was a bit unable to sit still, his eyes widened, and he poked his head to look at Daddy.

But because Dad was talking about Song Ran, the child reacted slowly before knowing that he was talking about himself. After everyone was surprised, the child slowly showed a surprised look.

After being surprised, rubbing his hands and laughing with joy, all I thought was that Daddy was so good, and Daddy was awesome.

When Jiang Zhile saw the girl's dull look, he coughed lightly, split the answer sheet into two, and spread them out on the table in front of Kang Mao and Deng Dan.

"Sir, what is the difference between these two answer sheets?"

Deng Dan glanced at it. It turned out that he hadn't paid attention to it. It was quite obvious now.

Pointing to the one on the left, "This problem is not repeated, this one is roughly the same."

Kang Mao didn't understand Jiang Zhile's intentions, so he frowned and closed the answer sheet. "You have to argue for Song Ran, and you still want to argue for everyone else? There is no such rule in the Qunfang Tournament."

The audience was excited, and watching the excitement was not too big a problem, and one after another said: "Let him argue, see what flowers can be distinguished?"

Jiang Zhile said: "The Caomin doesn't care about nostalgia, but it is related to Song Ran. The one who wrote the answer sheet on the left was someone who discussed with Song Ran, and the one who wrote the answer sheet on the right discussed it with Song Xuewei. Comparison of the two Song Ran said less, asked more, everyone thought together, and the result of breaking the question was better. Therefore, Song Ran should be a rank higher than Song Xuewei in breaking the question."

Song Xuewei's face turned pale, her breathing was short, fixedly looking at the figure not far away.

Kang Mao retorted, "Song Ran has already won the top class, what do you want?"

Jiang Zhile said: "Since there is a distinction, it should be lowered. One is on the top and the other is under the top. This is enough to distinguish."

The system saw that the influence of Song Xuewei's heroine's halo was getting less and less, and he nodded straight in his heart. It seemed that Dong Yaoguo had a high regard for talents. Once Song Xuewei was hit, his luck was quickly lost.

However, a lot of luck has been lost, and there is still a lot left. When they heard that Song Xuewei was about to wait, most of the people showed disapproval expressions on their faces.

"Should not be downgraded!"

"Song Xuewei is not bad at breaking the question. What did Song Ran say when discussing it before was useful? But she asked some questions."

"Yes, you shouldn't surrender, you are Master Song Ran, and you shouldn't use your selfishness on this."

"It's not going to be a spring boudoir, maybe it will attract the emperor's attention."

...

Daddy was said to be said, and Ran Ran was very angry.

The child leaned on the chair with one hand, stood up swayingly, stepped on the low stool with his feet, and then hugged the legs of the chair, sliding his feet off the stool one by one.

After climbing down flexibly, he went to hug his father. The cub was a little short and only hugged his father's thigh.

Jiang Zhile didn't take these questions seriously. Just about to speak, a soft ball appeared on the side of his leg, and the corners of his mouth twitched and he picked him up and stuffed him into his arms.

The dumpling was still restless in his arms, daunting in the arms of the old father, turned around, leaned back against his father, spread his small hands, and learned that the cat stretched himself whole, holding the handles on both sides of the chair with two small hands. .

Draw a cub as a prison, and circle his father between himself and the chair. A pair of black and clear big eyes stared at the people around him fiercely.

There are so many people, and the cub is a little dizzy, and can't tell who said daddy.

After Jiang Zhile was circled by her daughter, she was still a little embarrassed. He wanted to remove the girl's hand, but the child refused to let it go, so he must be circled.

Feeling that the girl is protecting him, it's a bit weird, and a bit beautiful, and I know what to realize.

It turned out to be bullied and wronged, the girl will like it even more.

Jiang Zhile allowed to protect slowly, cleared his throat, and only asked: "One person has been studying hard for ten years, one person has been in school for five years, and he has not completed the scientific examination for ten years. After five years, he is unfair and wants to hire that. Can't study hard?"

Kang Mao said: "The scientific examination naturally only looks at the final result."

Jiang Zhile stroked his palms and praised, "Dr. Kang said it well. It is just looking at the results. It's useless to spend your thoughts stupidly, just a little bit smart. Some are 50 years old and some are second in 20 years. Who is more intelligent? No one cares how much time is spent. The important thing is still the level of the scientific examination and the final result. In this case, Song Ran's group results are very good, and the questions are different, so you have to add one more. If you can't add others, it will naturally drop. Up."

Kang Mao was choked to death, staring coldly at Jiang Zhile, and said clearly: "There are six grades in the Qunfang competition. If there is a shortage of others, one will be lowered. This grade is not enough. This alone is not enough to be higher than Song Xuewei and lower the rejection."

Jiang Zhile said in surprise, his expression unbelievable.

It was a pity that the rest of the people couldn't see the number one after seeing this. They felt that Jiang Zhile's arrogance was suppressed, and Fu Xing was not downgraded.

There was a trace of humiliation in Song Xuewei's eyes, but her heart fell like a bucket, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Kang Mao waved him down.

Jiang Zhile's expression was still surprised, and the time of surprise seemed a bit long.

"That's not right." Jiang Zhile shook his head, "I remember that in the first ranking, Song Xuewei was one level higher than Zhang Yawen. The reason was that Song Xuewei led everyone to discuss the problem. Song Xuewei's results were not as good as Song Ran, but he was one higher than Zhang Yawen. Wait, so, doesn't Song Ran have to be a senior or two?"

Jiang Zhile said regretfully: "However, Song Ran is already on top of the first class, so they can only be compliant with the rules after they drop two."

Good, what a teacher!

Kang Mao suddenly realized why Jiang Zhile had deliberately asked Song Xuewei and Zhang Yawen carefully before, because he had planned a long time ago.

Even talking about Sima Yue, but it is also a supplementary testimony to Song Ran's research results.

Nowadays, there is a large public, everyone knows, and there is no way to dispute it. Even the previous review is a rule set by him, and then to reject Jiang Zhile is to slap himself in the face.

The surrounding viewers were a bit dazed. After thinking about Jiang Zhile's routine, they couldn't help cursing Jiang Zhile, the insidious villain secretly.

Really want to drop two places, the two most optimistic in the capital, Song Xuewei and Zhang Yawen, can't keep the first place?

This tense atmosphere was contagious. The child listened attentively. He didn't know if he understood. He was serious, and the little fleshy hand holding the handle of the chair couldn't help but loosen it.

Jiang Zhile saw that a hole had been broken in the cage, and took advantage of the situation to stretch out his hand, encircling the girl in his arms with one hand.

Kang Mao said coldly: "High-ranking two are not qualified enough."

Jiang Zhile didn't refute, but said: "Dr. Kang said that he is not qualified, and the Caomin will just listen to Dr. Kang."

The back of his hand burst into blue veins, and Kang Mao clenched his fist tightly, almost unable to hold back the ejection of blood.

The people around looked in a trance.

Listen, is this still human? What do you mean by Dr. Kang? What did you do?

In the strange eyes of everyone, Kang Mao put Song Xuewei and Zhang Yawen down at the same time, and in the end, Zhang Yawen, Song Xuewei, and Song Ran tied for the first place.

Tied for first place, but also first.

The expressions of the people around them are getting weird.

Zheng Qingyan never expected this result, she sent someone to talk to Song Shubai.

Song Shubai listened to Zheng Qingyan's maid saying a few words, probably meaning that if you take care of your own subordinates (referring to Jiang Zhile), even if you resent me and hate me, you should not get revenge on your daughter Song Xuewei.

Is this what Jeong Cheon Yeon wants to tell him?

The last trace of nostalgia in my heart seemed to slowly disappear. Song Shubai asked the maid to go back, and said bluntly: "Jiang Zhile is not a subordinate of my Boyanghou Mansion. He is the master I invited and is worthy of respect. As for complaints. He hate, I do not blame you, nor hate you, let alone retaliate against your daughter."

Speaking with a slight stern face, he said sternly: "Master Jiang is dedicated to his responsibilities, to earnestly debate, and to defend. First of all, it is a matter of course, not deliberately targeting you.

Song Shubai didn't feel anything shameful about him. He spoke at a normal volume. He didn't deliberately lower his voice. He did a good job on the human face when he accidentally heard it. He couldn't help laughing at the bottom of his heart, and looked at the former Madam Boyanghou.

Everyone was really puzzled by the former Mrs. Boyanghou. In short, they felt that this person had a pit in his head.

He said that he was a spine, but it would be hard to understand if he married to be a widow after he was married. The Zheng family is a lot worse than Jingcheng Hou Mansion, but it's not enough to hold the thighs like this, it's really ugly. It's not like doing it with spine.

Zheng Qingyan does not have Song Xuewei's heroine halo, so it is safe to be ridiculed.

Thinking of who it is for now, Zheng Qingyan couldn't help but complain, and looked at Song Xuewei.

After losing the first name, she first got the same fame as Zhang Yawen, and then let Song Ran climb over her head. Numerous questions were in her throat. She hated Song Ran for stealing the limelight, hated Song Shubai for inaction, and hated Jiang Zhile even more.

Why is Song Ran an irrelevant thing that can be maintained by Jiang Zhile?

Was she not good to Jiang Zhile in the previous life? She lost her father since she was a child, so she is filial to him in everything? It turned out to be a good life, but Jiang Ranran was ruined by a dead man. How many years of father-daughter relationship is no better than a person who has been dead for ten years?

With countless resentments hidden in her heart, Song Xuewei couldn't speak.

At this time, her biological mother would only hold her back and humiliate her.

Song Xuewei also looked at Zheng Qingyan.

When the mother and daughter looked at each other, they both had a meal, and they both had grievances against each other.

There was only incense ash left in the incense burner. Chen Wenshu didn't have too many twists and turns, and Chen Wenshu was far ahead and deserved the first place.

At this time, the female official Wang held the re-arranged ranking in both hands and began to roll the name.

"The first name, Song Ran, is the first to break the title, and the second is the poem. The break is unique, and the writing is smooth."

"First name, Song Xuewei, under the top of the title, in the top of the poem. The title is excellent, and the literary talent is outstanding."

"..."

"It turns out to be tied for first? Or the old man from Kang Mao deliberately pressed it, and at the very least, he should be ranked first for the same time. It's okay to get the first place."

Song Shubai's tone was a bit dissatisfied, he opened the curtain to stop the carriage, and sent someone to buy a few bunches of candied haws, one by one for three.

Ran Ran has been a little silly ever since he heard that he had won the first place. Jiang Zhile carried him into the carriage back home and didn't react.

Song Shubai stretched the candied haws to Ran Ran's mouth. The child seemed to smell the sweetness, and the tip of his nose wrinkled. He took a bite following the smell, so his whole face was wrinkled with sourness, and then the syrup wrapped around the hawthorn. It is sweetened, the eyebrows stretched, and the eyebrows are full of joy.

The child ate it by himself, and when he saw that his father was not eating, he stretched out his hand to feed him.

Jiang Zhile didn't like to eat this sweet thing. Seeing Song Shubai happily eating one bite at a time, and seeing Ran Ran also like it, he was a little unhappy to sit down.

Ran Ran saw that Daddy didn't want it, and didn't persuade him, so he immersed himself in eating very seriously. After eating his own root, the extra bunch was eaten with Uncle Egg.

Jiang Zhile "hissed", clutching his knees, his face was not very good-looking.

"Daddy, what's the matter?" Ran Ran raised her head and asked, the corner of her mouth still covered with transparent syrup.

Jiang Zhile held his knees, looked at the candied haws and said, "I'm hungry."

Ranran quickly found a dim sum box and pushed it to Jiang Zhile, "Daddy, you can eat whatever you like."

Looking at the candied haws he had just eaten in his hand, it was Uncle Egg's turn, and he raised his hands for Uncle Egg to eat.

Jiang Zhile opened the box and glanced, "There is nothing very sweet, I want to eat sweet."

For fear of children's teeth, the snacks prepared in the car are indeed not too sweet.

Ran Ran was stunned. She looked at Dad, the candied haws in her hand, and then at Dad, her little face was tangled with naked eyes.

"Daddy, you just said you don't eat candied haws."

The old father is sour, not just a candied haw, he is not worthy.

Jiang Zhile snorted, "I can barely eat it."

The hesitation on Ran Ran's face became heavier, and the old father was very angry.

"Daddy, the twisted candied haws are not sweet. Don't try to eat them." The child crawled to his father's side, touched his father's stomach, and lay down and listened, "I haven't screamed, I'm not hungry yet." , Daddy will go back and eat sweet ones again."

"Kacha." Jiang Zhile bit off the wooden sign and ate the candied haws in front of Ran Ran, deliberately taking aim while eating.

Ran Ran didn't realize the sinister intentions of her father at all, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Daddy, is it sweet? Is it sweet?"

Jiang Zhile: "..."