The president is committing suicide

The sun rises as usual and Ding Jiaying goes to work as usual.

But today's anomaly came from the kid across the street.

Shen Heng didn't come to deliver breakfast early in the morning.

Did the kid oversleep, or did the other party finally lose interest in showing off his cooking skills?

When Ding Jiaying was having lunch at noon, she found that she had been thinking about this question all morning.

When I got off work in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Ding Jiaying saw Shen Heng's pitiful face on the screen and actually felt a little happy.

"Why are you here again? Your brother is not here?"

Shen Heng didn't back down even though he was being harsh. He held up the fruit he had washed and a test paper: "Sister, I'll give you something delicious. Can you explain the questions to me?"

How could Ding Jiaying refuse such a studious and pitiful handsome boy?

Ding Jiaying opened the door and let the person in.

After arranging the fruits, Ding Jiaying took out many beef sticks and cheese jellies to treat the children, made herself a cup of tea, and leisurely opened the test paper.

The brows on his relaxed face gradually furrowed, and those familiar words and sentences combined together seemed like a familiar topic.

In order not to lose face and prestige in front of a little cutie who was still in elementary school, Ding Jiaying worked hard.

However, it has been a long time, and I was not good at math to begin with. I never scored above 80 in the mock tests for the college entrance examination. No matter how hard I tried, it was all in vain.

The little boy on the back of the test paper said while eating: "My brother said that if I can't do such a simple question, I don't want to eat. He told me not to ask him. My sister is better."

Ding Jiaying was very embarrassed. What did she mean by such a simple question? Primary school students should just do the questions for primary school. Why should they learn the competition questions for junior high school?

"Haha, eat more first."

What’s the point of just eating it? If you don’t try it later, will you admit that you can’t do it?

Ding Jiaying quickly searched for the questions while going to the bathroom. The solution process was written in detail, only three lines.

Okay, now the biggest question is how Ding Jiaying explains these three lines of formulas?

What kind of answer is this? I'll just write a rough calculation.

Just then, Qiao Shen sent a message asking her what she was doing.

Ding Jiaying quickly sent him the questions in her hand and asked him to take a look.

"I'm an art student and I'm not as good as you at these." Qiao was helpless.

It turns out that only uncultured people can become friends.

"I'll recommend someone to you who will definitely help you out."

"Who?"

"Uncle Daping, Xiao Shiliu has been admitted to a key middle school, and is ranked among the top in the grade. I am like a tutor for a whole class, and I am a teacher for all subjects."

Ding Jiaying was a little unconvinced: "Didn't Uncle Daping graduate from high school?"

"You don't know this. Uncle Daping taught himself while trying to win his wife."

"That's awesome." Ding Jiaying believed that this was something Uncle Daping could do.

"Is he at the old house now?"

"During the semester, the cafe is open when the children go to school, but now he can't wander around anymore." Qiao Shen's tone sounded a bit regretful, like an eagle with broken wings.

Ding Jiaying thought that he should be happy with it now: "Can we go now?"

"I will help you ask."

Ding Jiaying breathed a sigh of relief and was not so nervous when facing Shen Heng again.

"Sister, do you know how to solve it?"

"Well, I'll tell you later. Please go somewhere with me first."

Ding Jiaying took Shen Heng into Qiao Shen's car and went to the old house. At that moment, there were still customers sitting in the cafe drinking coffee.

"You're still drinking coffee at night. Aren't you going to sleep?" Ding Jiaying whispered to Qiao Shen.

"In today's job market, if you don't fight for it, what other options are there? I can't sleep at night."

“Is this the new era of early A and late C?”

"Almost. You know so much. Have your employees already used it?"

"Screw you. We haven't learned to exploit our employees like this."

The two chatted and laughed as they went up to the second floor to look for it.

"Sister, what are you talking about so happily?" Shen Heng let go of Ding Jiaying's left hand and squeezed in between them.

"Nothing, just some jokes from working people."

"Who are the workers?" Shen Heng heard a new word.

Ding Jiaying thought for a moment and said: "Workers are people with a hard life."

Shen Heng seemed to understand, but Qiao Shen laughed happily.

Is this kid's ability to play dumb inherited from his family? He's just as good at playing dumb as his brother.

But Ding Jiaying is still so easily fooled.

Uncle Daping was indeed much better than the two of them, and he was able to solve the problem.

Shen Heng listened with great interest, while Little Pomegranate was shocked.

She pulled Ding Jiaying's sleeve and asked quietly, "Has this child not grown taller? Is he really only eight years old?"

The shock that truly witnessing a genius brings to an ordinary and outstanding person cannot be described in words.

Ding Jiaying said softly, "He just thinks faster than other children, but he is still just a child. He is picky about food, loves to play, and is afraid of the dark. He is very childish."

"Besides, if he can't solve this problem today, he'll have a strict brother who will get angry when he goes home."

Little Pomegranate was kindhearted and felt sorry for him immediately: "No wonder he came to ask questions so late at night, so pitiful."

"I'll go downstairs and get some cake for him to share."

Soon, the two children seemed to become friends.

When Shen Cong came back, Shen Heng was not at home.

He knew that Ding Jiaying had taken him out today, so he waited quietly at home to open the door for them.

He was absent-mindedly processing some things on the computer while listening to the noise outside.

Finally, the door lock clicked, and Shen Heng said goodbye to Aying in a tender voice.

When I closed the door, I saw my brother sitting at the dining table, his fingers busy on the keyboard.

He quickly sent a message on his watch: "Brother is back and at home, sister, don't worry."

"Who are you talking to?" Shen Cong asked.

Shen Heng loves and fears his brother. He stuck to him very closely when they were young, but now that he has grown up, he feels a little afraid of him.

Mom said that this was the person she should respect and love the most, and he would always protect her, and she asked him to protect his brother as well.

Although he didn't know why his mother said that such a powerful person also needed his protection, Shen Heng still felt that he had his own responsibilities as a man.

Mom said it was better not to have any secrets between her and my brother.

So he honestly said, "I added my sister's number. I'm talking to her. She's worried about me being home alone."

Shen Cong was actually happy to hear this. It was a good start that Aying was so caring towards Aheng.

"I saw that you didn't touch the food I prepared for you. What did you eat?"

Shen Heng felt very happy that his brother did not get angry and was even interested in chatting with him.

"I ate a lot of cookies and cakes, and also had egg fried rice. It was delicious."

"Who made the fried rice for you?" Ah Ying's cooking skill is very good, and Shen Cong hasn't eaten it for a long time.

"Sister Pomegranate's mother stir-fried it. It's delicious."

"Who is Xiao Shiliu?" Shen Cong heard an unfamiliar name.

Shen Heng thought for a moment and said, "He's Brother Shen's friend."

Brother Shen?

"Qiao Shen?"

"Yes. That's his name. He's very handsome." Shen Heng was unaware of the storm in Shen Cong's eyes.