Chapter 51: Playboy Dad 2

Chapter 51: Playboy Dad 2

After dinner, Han Ji went to work in his study, Han Ze and Han Fu sat on the sofa to rest, neither of them spoke, a few minutes later, Han Fu returned to his own room, Han Ze followed him upstairs The pace moved and waited until he opened the door and entered the house.

Han Ze stood up gently, went upstairs, stood at the door of Han Fu's room, curious what he was doing, peeked in through the crack of the door secretly, and saw that he was doing his homework, he smiled gratifiedly.

Although Han Ze felt that he only had memories of before the age of sixteen and was not used to suddenly having such a big son, after all, it felt too strange, but he still had a faint sense of pride when he saw such a well-behaved cheap son. Sons who don't need their parents to nudge them to do their homework on their own initiative are good sons.

He was full of pride and thought, he is indeed my Han Ze's son.

Suddenly, he coughed guiltily. In his unlost memory, his grades were not that good. He lost his memory, and he didn't know how his son's grades were. He looked worriedly at Han Fu's room again, but met Han Fu's surprised eyes, he was startled, and then thought that this was his son, he didn't need to be surprised, otherwise Han Fu would suspect that he had amnesia I don't like him anymore.

He said confidently, "I, I'll come and see you..."

Han Fu looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Come in."

After finishing speaking, ignore him, and continue to do the paper with downcast eyes.

Han Ze slowly moved in. He sat on Han Fu's bed, and his workbook was spread out on the bed. He opened it casually, pretending not to care, and asked, "Xiao Fu, how are you studying? Are you okay?" Ask me, and I can give you an answer."

After speaking, he was inexplicably guilty. His memory stayed at the age of sixteen, when he was in the first year of high school, and his studies were not very good at that time. Xiao Fu is also sixteen years old now, presumably he is also a freshman in high school, right? I don't know if Xiaofu asked him a question, can he answer it? He thought uncertainly.

If he couldn't answer, wouldn't it make Han Fu feel that he is incapable of being a father? Can he still have dignity in Han Fu's heart?

Han Fu remained silent. Seeing that he was silent, Han Ze felt a little nervous, so he asked cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Han Fu lowered his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a pair of small canine teeth. When he looked up at Han Ze, his plain face became calm, and he said softly, "Okay."

When Han Ze heard him say yes, he smiled with satisfaction and entanglement. Then, he opened the cover of Han Fu's exercise book and exclaimed, "Are you doing exercises for the third year of high school now?"

Is my son still a top student?

Han Fu said, "I'm in the third year of high school now."

Han Ze said: "Are you in the third year of high school at the age of sixteen?"

Han Fu nodded, "I skipped a grade."

Han Ze was surprised, and then said dejectedly: "I only entered the first year of high school when I was sixteen."

Han Fu hummed lightly, stopped talking, and continued to do his homework.

[Original body: "This person was still in the first year of high school when he was sixteen. My son is already in the third year of high school. My son is awesome."

The system looked at him coolly: "That's how you are."

Original Body: Embarrassing.

System: "Don't think that what we are watching is the live broadcast of the tasker doing the task. Those things you have done can be planted on my tasker."

Original body: ...]

Han Ze was dejected for half a second, and then revived on the spot. He put down the workbook and continued to look at Han Fu's English test paper. There was a hundred and fifty points written on it in big red pens. His heart trembled. Thinking about him I can recall the exam results in my memory. My son can still get full marks in his third year of high school. He is not a top student, but a **** of learning, right?

He continued to look down, the Chinese score was 148, and he thought of himself, even if he hadn't passed 100 on the 150-point paper, he trembled again, wanting to read down, but no Other test papers.

Holding the paper in his arms, he raised his head and asked hesitantly, "Xiao Fu, why didn't I see your other papers?"

Han Fu stopped writing, looked at Han Ze quietly with his dark eyes, and asked, "Dad, do you want to see how many points I got in the test?"

Han Ze put down the test paper awkwardly, and said, "Xiao Fu, I have no other intentions. Don't fathers like to care about their children's studies?"

When he was in school, his father often asked him how much he scored in the test. He suddenly became a father, and his son was so old. He didn't know how to get along with him, so he could only treat Han Fu according to his father's attitude towards him in his memory.

Han Fu looked at him for a moment, then silently took out other test papers from his schoolbag, and was about to hand them to him, when Han Ze hurriedly said, "No, I won't read it."

Han Fu paused for a moment, with a cold expression on his face, and asked him, "Are you not going to care about my studies anymore?"

Han Ze smiled and said, "You are so good in both English and Chinese, and if you want to come to other subjects, you will also do well in the test. You just need to tell me how many points you got in the test."

Han Fu looked slightly relaxed, with a smile on his cheek, and said, "Seven hundred and forty-six points."

Han Ze opened his mouth wide in shock, and asked, "The full score is 750, and you scored 746? You only lost four points?"

When Han Fu saw that his father was interested, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He frowned and said annoyedly: "I didn't write the composition well, so I was deducted two points. I missed a number in math. The teacher said I shouldn't have made a mistake. Originally, I only deducted one point." In order for me to remember this lesson, I will be deducted one more point."

Han Ze nodded solemnly, and praised: "Your teacher's approach is very right. If you don't sloppy in mathematics, you can get full marks in the test. You can't be sloppy next time, you know?"

Han Fu promised: "I will definitely strive for full marks in the exam next time."

Han Ze said aloud, and fearing that he would be burdened, he said seriously: "It doesn't have to be full marks, I mean, you can do that question clearly, but because of your sloppy writing, you made a mistake and lost points." , What a pity. Just do your best."

There was a small smile on the corner of Han Fu's mouth, he nodded, "I will listen to my father."

Han Ze asked again: "Then you scored 746 points in the test, how many are you?"

Han Fu obviously had no interest in ranking, he said casually, "Let's be number one."

Han Ze stopped talking, he was shocked, his son is so smart and capable, but his studies as a father are so scumbag.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "The reason why Dad didn't study well in the past must be because he was transmigrated or taken away. I always feel that even if I was not smart before, I shouldn't be so scumbag in my studies. After all, you are so smart. Being a dad can't be too bad."

Han Fu: "..."

Han Ze said angrily: "Let me know who took me away, I can't spare him."

Han Fu looked at his father helplessly, he liked his father after amnesia very much, and couldn't bear his uncle to fix him. Can't help reminding: "Father, if you continue to dream, uncle will really smash your study."

Han Ze hummed and sat there silently.

Han Fu shook his head amusedly, ignored him, and continued to do his homework.

[Original body: "It's so sad, I was rejected by the tasker again."

System: "It's all your fault that made my tasker feel inferior. It's obviously not his fault."

Yuan Bo's decadent face: "It's all my fault."

The system hummed. 】

After Han Fu finished his homework, he looked back and saw that his father, who had lost his memory and was only sixteen years old at heart, had fallen asleep on his bed.

He took a steady look at him, carefully moved his body inside, took out a quilt from the cabinet and covered him, looked at him again, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

After coming out, seeing that he still hadn't woken up, he stood there staring at him in a daze, his expression unpredictable.

Suddenly, footsteps outside the door woke him up. He took a deep breath, and without waking Han Ze up, he carefully climbed onto the bed, pulled off another quilt, lay down next to Han Ze, and turned off the light to sleep.

The next day, Han Ze opened his eyes and saw the sleeping boy next to him. He blinked, and the memory came back. He was doing homework with Xiaofu in Xiaofu's room last night, but he fell asleep in his room unexpectedly. Xiaofu should have covered him with the quilt, he smiled, this kid is really sensible.

He looked up at the alarm clock on the table, it was already six o'clock.

Worried about waking Han Fu up, he moved lightly and got out of bed. He opened the door and Han Ji just came out of the room. When he saw Han Ze, his expression was slightly surprised, and he asked, "You took your son to bed last night?"

Han Ze had an awkward expression on his face, and said, "I accompanied Xiao Fu to do his homework, and accidentally fell asleep in his room."

Han Ji raised his eyebrows, his expression relaxed: "Not bad."

Han Ze curled his lips and looked at Han Ji's back in confusion, what's wrong? After so many years, I still have the problem of speaking, half of what I say and half of what I say.

Han Ze went downstairs. Han Ji changed into sportswear and was about to go for a run. Seeing Han Ze, thinking of what he said about exercising, he invited him, "Go out for a run?"

Han Ze shook his head with a serious expression: "I want to make breakfast for Xiao Fu. When Xiao Fu is growing up, breakfast is very important to him, and he can't just let it go."

Han Ji retracted his steps, and he frowned: "Sister Chen cooks all the meals at home. She is a nutritionist, so don't worry that Xiao Fu's nutrition can't keep up."

Han Ze glanced at him and said, "How can it be the same? I am Xiao Fu's father, how can a father not cook a meal for his son himself?"

Han Ji looked at him and said angrily, "Can you cook?"

Han Ze glanced at him sideways, looking down on anyone, he said, "I'm a cook..."

Han Ji looked at him: "What are you cooking?"

Han Ze rubbed his nose and said loudly, "I am the God of Cooking."

After finishing speaking, he frowned. He didn't have any memories about the God of Cooking in his memory. How could he think he was the God of Cooking? Could it be that his real identity is actually the God of Cooking? Because he offended someone, his memory was tampered with?

Han Ji said coldly, "Keep dreaming."

After speaking, he strode outside.

Han Ze curled his lips. Based on his elder brother's reaction, he should really just lose his memory, and his memory has not been tampered with. But he still subconsciously felt that his cooking skills should be good.

Since he thinks that he is good at cooking, the elder brother is also his elder brother, and he can't leave him alone because he looks down on his cooking skills and cooks breakfast.

So, he asked loudly behind him: "Brother, do you want to prepare a breakfast for you?"

Han Ji paused, feeling that his nephew should not suffer alone, and said, "You just watch and prepare."

Han Ze sighed, with a bright smile on his face. As expected, the eldest brother was as hard-spoken as ever, humming a tune, and briskly went to the kitchen.

He rummaged in the kitchen for a long while, took out a bag of flour, and planned to make noodles with it.

He patted his forehead in confusion, what is he rolling the noodles for?

He remembered that he and his eldest brother didn't like noodles, and Xiao Fu was his son, so he didn't like noodles either, right?

But since everyone may not like to eat noodles, why does he roll noodles?

Could it be that he was very good at cooking noodles before?

Whether you are good at it or not, you will not know until you try it.

He poured the dough into the basin and started kneading the dough. He didn't search for the method online, but followed his own feeling. Finally, he kneaded the dough well and rolled the dough into noodles very skillfully.

He looked at the rolled noodles and couldn't regain his senses for a long time. He thought proudly, either he was a chef before, or he was very talented in cooking, otherwise, there are not many people who can roll noodles so proficiently for the first time. See.

The water in the pot had already boiled, and he shook his head regretfully. It would be great if there was a pot of old hen soup. The noodles cooked in that way, the noodle soup is rich and delicious.

After regretting, he frowned in confusion, and then relaxed his brows. Since he couldn't find the reason, he didn't look for it anymore. There will always be a result.

Sister Chen came over to make breakfast according to her usual order, and when she went to the kitchen, she saw that Han Ze was making noodles.

She hurriedly said: "Second Young Master, if you want to have breakfast, tell me, I'll do it, how can I let you do this?"

What she didn't say is, can you eat the breakfast you made? Doesn't this add to the confusion?

Han Ze waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Sister Chen, don't worry, the noodles are almost ready. Go and see if Xiao Fu is ready."

Sister Chen was so entangled, she wasn't worried about the second young master. Was she worried about whether the noodles he made could be eaten? Don't spoil the young master's stomach anymore, that would be bad.

"Sister Chen, it's okay, please call Xiaofu for your help."

After running, Han Ji took a shower, stood at the door of the kitchen with a towel, wiped his hair, and heard what they said in a low voice.

Sister Chen shook her head helplessly, who made Er Shao lose his memory, she couldn't bear the stimulation, so she could only give up persuasion.

Han Ji dried his hair and asked Han Ze, "Is breakfast ready?"

Han Ze said again and again: "Okay, okay, hurry up and serve the noodles. Let's each have a bowl of three bowls of noodles."

Han Ji frowned slightly, and said, "Don't you like noodles?"

Han Ze said enthusiastically, "I don't like to eat noodles made by others, but can my noodles be the same?"

Han Ji ignored him and glanced at the noodles in the big bowl. His expression was slightly relaxed. The color of the noodles looked good, but he didn't know how the taste was. Xiao Fu hadn't gone downstairs yet, so he tried it first to see if he could eat it. If you can't eat it, Xiao Fu is growing up, so it's better not to spoil the child's body.

Han Ji helped bring three bowls of noodles to the dining table, and was about to start eating with chopsticks. Han Ze patted his big hand, and said unhappily, "Xiao Fu hasn't come down yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

Han Ji rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and said, "Okay."

Han Fu went downstairs quickly, Han Ze saw him, walked up to him with a smile, took his arm, and said, "Xiao Fu, I made you breakfast, come over quickly and eat."

Han Fu hesitated, and asked incredulously, "Father, you said you made me breakfast?"

Han Ze nodded with a smile, and said, "You are still growing, so you should have a good breakfast. I specially made noodles for you."

Han Fu looked at Han Ji, Han Ji pointed to the noodle bowl in front of him, and said, "Come and eat quickly, don't let your father down."

But I was thinking in my heart that I would call Xiao Fu's head teacher later and ask him to pay attention to Xiao Fu's situation so that he would not have diarrhea.

Han Fu glanced at the noodle bowl on the dining table complicatedly, and asked, "Did Dad really make it?"

Han Ze smiled and said, "Really, can't believe it?"

Han Fu didn't know what to say, he couldn't connect his father now with his father before he lost his memory.

Han Ze said again: "I can't believe it either, let's eat." He couldn't believe his cooking skills were so good.

Saying that, he pulled Han Fu to let him sit on the chair, and he sat on the chair himself, picked up a noodle with chopsticks and started to eat it. After eating, he frowned and said, "The taste is not quite right."

Han Ji asked him, "Why isn't it right?"

After asking, he also picked a noodle and fed it into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes slightly, very surprised, the taste was really good, better than the noodles he usually ate.

Han Ze was extremely confused. He frowned and looked serious: "The noodles should taste better. Could it be that my cooking skills have deteriorated because of my amnesia?"

Han Ji said, "Not bad."

Han Fu swallowed the noodles in his mouth, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, very similar to his uncle Han Ji's action, and praised without hesitation: "It's really good. I didn't expect Dad's cooking skills to be so good."

Unexpectedly, Han Ze shook his head and said, "I always feel that this doesn't taste like the noodles I cook."

Han Ji: "..."

Is this kid joking?

Han Fu: "..."

Dad is dreaming again.

[Original body: "System, was the tasker originally a chef?"

The system hummed: "The tasker is not only a chef, he knows a lot."

The original body worshiped the face: "Really?"

The system disdains: "Do I have to lie to you?"

Original body: "No wonder you worship your tasker so much."

The system snorted and ignored him. 】

After breakfast, Han Fu asked Han Ji: "Uncle, there is a parent-teacher meeting today. There were too many things yesterday, so I forgot to tell you."

Before Han Ji could reply, Han Ze beside him said unhappily, "Xiao Fu, you are going to hold a parent-teacher meeting, what are you telling your uncle? You should tell me, although I have amnesia, maybe I can't Good dad, but is it okay to hold a parent-teacher meeting for you?"

Han Fu didn't say anything. In the past, either his uncle or grandpa went to the parents' meeting. Dad hated him, and it was too late to avoid him. He would never attend his parents' meeting.

Han Ji glanced at Han Fu, then looked at Han Ze and said, "Since you are going to attend Xiao Fu's parent meeting, you can go. It just so happens that I have to meet a client today, so I don't have time."

Han Ze glared at him and said, "If you go to see a client, go see the client. Xiao Fu is my son, so of course I'm going to attend his parent-teacher meeting. What's the matter with you?"

Han Ji didn't want to talk to him at all, amnesia is amazing, if he loses his memory, he can clean up all the stupid things he did before? At the beginning, he didn't know who it was, and he despised Xiao Fu, and even asked him to send Xiao Fu to school, but he was unwilling.

Han Fu didn't speak at the side, but looked at his uncle sympathetically. Since his father lost his memory, he didn't know how many times his uncle had been choked by his father.

Han Ze found out last night that Xiao Fu has a very good relationship with his eldest brother, better than his relationship. Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked Han Ji: "Brother, you should be thirty-five years old this year." ?”

Han Ji nodded with a headache. Aze's brain was too active after amnesia. He was still complaining about his meddling just now, but when he turned around, he was concerned about his age.

Han Ze pointed at him and said, "Brother, my son is sixteen years old, and you are thirty-five years old, and you're not even married?"

Han Ji stood up, buttoned his shirt, and asked, "Is there any problem if I don't get married?"

something wrong. Big problem.

Han Ze stood up, walked to him, and said, "Brother, if you don't get married, do you want to steal my son from me?"

Han Fu: "..."

Han Ji stopped buttoning his hands, and looked at him angrily: "I still want to kick you."

As he spoke, he raised his leg.

Han Ze ran away cleverly, Han Ji snorted coldly, and said, "I'm off to work. You can accompany Xiao Fu to the parent-teacher meeting."

Han Ze watched Han Ji leave, not forgetting to discredit him: "Your uncle is trying to pick up a ready-made bargain. He doesn't want to get married, so he wants to rob you from me. Your uncle is smart, so don't be fooled by him." .”

Han Fu looked at him with complex eyes, he couldn't figure out how there could be such a big difference between a person before and after amnesia.

But I have to say that his father after amnesia made him happy. If this is the case, his father will continue to lose his memory.

He had a smile in the corner of his eyes, presumably the uncle also likes the current father very much, although the father after amnesia often choked the uncle so that he could not speak.

"As long as my father remains the same, there is no need to worry about me being robbed." Han Fu said, unexpectedly, one day his father who always hated him would worry about him being robbed.

Han Ze said as a matter of course: "I will definitely not change."

Han Fu glanced at him, and he waited and watched.

The phone rang pleasantly. Han Ze looked at Han Fu. Han Fu pointed to the phone on the coffee table and said, "Dad, that's your phone."

Han Ze walked over, picked up the phone, and saw He Kai displayed on it, he frowned, he didn't recognize him, clicked the word hang up, and hung up the phone.

A few seconds after hanging up the phone, the phone rang again, and it was still from He Kai. He wanted to hang up again in displeasure, but then thought that this might be someone he knew before he lost his memory, so he connected the phone. He said directly: "I have amnesia, I don't know who you are, what do you want from me?"

He Kai already knew through Shi Danluo that Er Shao Han had lost his memory. He had an idea and said, "Second Master Han, I am He Kai. Before you lost your memory, we were good buddies. Although you lost your memory, we Your friendship is still there, how about going out for a drink later?"

Han Ze refused, "I still have to hold a parent-teacher meeting for my son, so I can't go out for a drink."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without even thinking about it. He doesn't like drinking. Could the person who asked him out for a drink be his good buddy?

Han Fu watched coldly from the side, seeing that he hung up the phone and did not keep the appointment, he asked, "Why don't you go out for a drink?"

Han Ze said, "I don't like drinking."

Han Fu raised his eyebrows with a look of disbelief.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Han Ze said again: "In my memory, I have never drank alcohol. I didn't like drinking before I was sixteen, and I don't think I like drinking after that."

Han Fu looked at him strangely, his father was not the one who didn't like drinking.

The phone rang again, Han Ze took it and saw that it was He Kai again, he was a little impatient, and complained: "This man is really troublesome, why did he ask me to go out for a drink? Could it be that if I don't go out for a drink with him, he won't be able to find him?" Has anyone been drinking?"

Han Fu complained, why did he insist on asking you to drink, of course he wanted you to pay.

Han Ze answered the phone, and he said, "I said, I'm going to hold a parent-teacher meeting for my son, and I can't go out to drink. You should find someone else."

He Kai wanted to hang up the phone again after speaking, He Kai hurriedly said: "Second Young Master Han, don't hang up the phone yet, listen to me, Shi Danluo is here, and you don't want to come?"

"Shi Danluo?"

Han Ze repeated it, and suddenly realized that Shi Danluo was the daughter of the prematurely aging woman yesterday. Thinking of this, he shuddered and said, "What's wrong with her here? Is she here and I'm going?"

He Kai smiled flatteringly and said, "Don't you like her? Come here, we'll make a fuss for you, and if you propose to him, she might agree to you."

[The original body is in a hurry: "The tasker must not allow him to go there. Shi Danluo is beautiful and ugly, a typical snake beauty. The tasker has lost his memory now. I am worried that he will be tempted. Agree to marry Shi Danluo .”

The system despises: "What kind of beauty is my tasker who has never seen before, and will fall in love with Shi Danluo? Who do you look down on?"

The original body was in a panic: "But that woman Shi Danluo is a man who can't move her legs when she sees her, and the tasker is also a man."

The system hummed: "Don't compare my taskers with ordinary men."]

Han Ze said angrily: "You actually want to find a stepmother for my son? What are you so worried about? What if that woman bullies my son? My son hasn't grown up yet. If he is bullied by his stepmother, his heart will be broken." Are you responsible for being hurt?"

When he was sixteen, someone said they wanted to find a stepmother for him, and he would definitely fight that person. He thought that Xiao Fu must have the same idea as him. You must not find a stepmother for him, and you must not let him be bullied by women outside.

He Kai's face turned blue and white, and he argued, "Second Young Master, before you lost your memory, you liked Shi Danluo very much, and you said you would not marry unless she was the only one."

Han Ze rolled his eyes and said, "You also said that I liked Shi Danluo before I lost my memory. You are not a roundworm in my stomach. How do you know that I really like her when I say I like Shi Danluo? Knowing that I don't like her now, I don't like her very much before amnesia."

He Kai said unwillingly: "But, but you said you like her?"

Han Ze became impatient. He said, "That happened before I lost my memory. I don't know what happened. Besides, I have nowhere to verify whether what you said is true or not. All I know is that I don't like her now."

He Kai said without giving up: "Why don't you like her? Second Young Master, you have lost your memory now. I'm afraid you will regret it after you recover your memory, so you must not give up liking Shi Danluo."

Han Ze snorted and said, "What do you mean by pestering me that I like Shi Danluo all the time? Or are you not my friend, but Shi Danluo's friend, that's why you help her like this?"

He Kai was startled, and quickly explained: "Second Young Master, you have to trust me, I am Shi Danluo's friend and your friend, otherwise I wouldn't help you like this."

Han Ze didn't believe in evil. He said, "Since you are my friend, let that Shi Danluo stop pestering me. I won't find a stepmother for my son, and I won't give her a chance to bully my son."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for He Kai to agree.

Han Fu looked at Han Ze, and asked with an unpredictable expression, "Father, are you really not going to find me a stepmother?"

There was panic in Han Ze's eyes. He shook his head vigorously. He knew that he had lost his memory and that he was thirty-three years old, but he still habitually regarded himself as sixteen years old. That Shi Danluo should be about the same age as him. Even if he is younger than him, he should be in his twenties, and he can't imagine marrying a woman that age.

If he finds someone younger, his body is now thirty-three years old, and he is embarrassed to harm those little girls. So no matter what the reason was, he didn't intend to find a stepmother for Han Fu.

He said seriously: "There are countless things about the stepmother abusing the stepson. I am worried that if I find a stepmother for you, she will treat you well in front of me and abuse you behind my back. In order to prevent the possibility of this happening, I still No more wives."

Han Fu glanced at him indifferently, regardless of whether he was really afraid of his stepmother abusing him and would not marry a wife, he decided to give him a chance. If he dares to break his word...

[Original body: "The tasker hasn't seen Shi Danluo yet, I'm not surprised he would do this."

The system hummed.

The original body: "When he meets Shi Danluo, he will know that sons are important, and women are equally important to men."

The system snorted again, he didn't want to argue with people with little knowledge. 】

Before Han Ze lost his memory, he had several cars. Han Fu was worried that his father would forget how to drive after he lost his memory, so he called the family driver to take them to school.

Han Ze sat in the car, looking around. Han Fu asked him suspiciously, "Dad, what's the matter?"

Han Ze frowned and said, "Is this my car?"

Han Fu nodded, "It's your car."

Han Ze said: "How can I like this kind of car? How can such a boring car be my style."

Han Fu: "..."

Han Ze said again: "The car your uncle drove yesterday is very good."

Han Fu explained to him: "It's a Porsche, not as expensive as your car."

Han Ze said: "It's not expensive. I think the style of that car suits me better."

Han Fu: He really doesn't know what his father's style is like.

...

The father and son arrived at Han Fu's school. Han Fu took Han Ze to his class. The class was full of parents and no students. He sat in Han Fu's seat, looked back and forth, and then he found something proudly , the parents in the class are only the youngest and most handsome.

Like a child with ADHD, he looked back and forth, and then left and right. As soon as his head turned to the right, he suddenly opened his eyes wide. This man looks familiar.

He shouted in surprise: "Are you Cao Rui, Brother Cao?"

Cao Rui heard the voice and looked at him hesitantly: "Who are you?"

Han Ze smiled and said, "Brother Cao, I'm Han Ze, you don't know me anymore? I have a deep impression of you."

Cao Rui was surprised when he heard that he was Han Ze. He smiled and said, "Han Ze? It's really you. You've changed so much that I don't even dare to recognize you."

Han Ze touched his hair and said, "No, I also think I have become handsome."

Cao Rui: "..."

I have never seen such a narcissistic person.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Ze smiled and said, "Are you coming to the parent meeting too? I remember that you are ten years older than me. When I was still in junior high school, you had graduated from college and got married. How old are your children?" ?”

Cao Rui didn't expect to see Han Ze at the parent meeting. He smiled and said, "My son is eighteen years old. Your boy is ten years younger than me, and your son is in the third year of high school? You're so quick."

Han Ze was a little complacent and said, "That's right, you should give birth to a son as soon as possible."

Cao Rui was quite speechless, is this something to be proud of? Since they are all here for the parent-teacher meeting, let's talk about the children's studies to avoid embarrassment. He asked, "How is your son studying?"

Han Ze straightened his chest and said, "My son is not bad, he is better than the top and the bottom is more than the bottom. This time he didn't write a Chinese composition well in the test, so he deducted two points; when he took the math test, he was careless and sloppy, and missed a number. , the teacher deducted two points for him to teach him a lesson, and the total score was 746 points. Where is your son?"

Cao Rui felt that he was even more embarrassed, so he laughed a few times. His son scored 247 points in the test this time, and he was ashamed to say that he couldn't pass the university entrance exam with this score, what a shame.

Han Ze pulled his arm and said, "Brother Cao, you were a graduate of a famous university back then, and my dad dragged you to tutor me. After you tutored me for a few days, you were so angry that you didn't want to tutor me anymore. My dad asked you to give me extra lessons, but you didn’t even want to, because you thought I was a rotten piece of wood... What did you say at that time, that if I wanted to study well, I had to be reincarnated and change my brain, or my brain would be the only one I could use in the future. Even future generations will be affected... I admired you very much at that time, and you were not confused by money... I really envy you people who study well, if you study well by yourself, you can still benefit future generations, but I can't."

Cao Rui's face was stiff. He was really angry with Han Ze at the beginning, and he swore that he would not teach him, and even uttered bad words. Later, Han Ze's father asked him to teach Han Ze with money. For the sake of money, he was actually moved, but he was embarrassed to say those bad words before.

Han Ze looked at him and said to himself, "Well, although my son has been influenced by me, his grades are better than mine. I am a little relieved. You were a top student at that time, and your son must have inherited your excellent genes." , Presumably he is either a top student or a **** of learning, how many points did he score this time? Also let my son study with him, so that he will not be sloppy and miss the numbers in the next test."

Cao Rui has never been so ashamed, he is really ashamed. Although Han Ze was a scumbag at the beginning, he was not as scumbag as his son is now, but more than ten years later, his son would be a top student, or even a **** of learning. He was a top student at the beginning, and he went to a famous university, but the son he taught was a scumbag. He only scored more than 200 points in the exam. No matter how hard he worked, he would not be able to pass the university exam.

He shook his head in embarrassment, and said in a secretive way: "My son is not very good at studying."

Han Ze looked at him, pointed at him and smiled: "Brother Cao, you are modest."

Cao Rui sighed and said vaguely: "I really have no humility. My son is really not very good at studying. He can't keep up with your son."

Han Ze said: "My son's study is indeed much better than mine. You are different. You were a top student back then, and your son must be right. Brother Cao, don't be humble."

Cao Rui smiled wryly. He was really immodest. He was about to say something when the homeroom teacher came in.

The parents meeting this time is mainly for this half-term exam and future arrangements. After all, the college entrance examination will be in the first half of next year.

The head teacher was strict. He turned on the projector, and the grades of the whole class appeared on the screen. His expression was a little serious: "The lowest score in this class is 247 points, and the highest score is 746 points. The college entrance examination will be held next year. Now, parents, compare the scores of your children, which university do you think they should be admitted to, and what are your expectations for them?"

Han Ze turned his head to look at Cao Rui, and said with a smile: "Who is this unlucky kid, who actually scored 247 points in the exam. I remember that I got more than 400 points in the exam in the first year of high school."

Why only the first year of high school is mentioned, of course, because he only remembers the things before the first year of high school, and he has no memory of the things after the first year of high school, so he doesn't know how many points he got in the test at that time.

The unlucky kid Han Ze was talking about was his son.

Cao Rui wished he could run far away, it was too embarrassing, and he was ashamed to face others.