You can't afford to be a cat man!

After the leader of the CMO winter camp went through the dismount on the first day, the next few days really eased the difficulty for them. At least Xiaobudian and his roommates stopped making troubles.

The day before the junior year, they took another exam. Several teachers who led the team checked the papers urgently, and the results were assigned in the afternoon. The name of the little one was listed as the second prize No. 5, and he was not selected for the national training team.

But it doesn't matter, he is currently a senior high school student, and there are still two years to come, and the little one is the youngest one in the winter camp.

The team leader was very optimistic about him, and before the end of the game, he came over to touch his little head and said: "Little classmate, you are very good, come back to us next year, I will recruit a special spot for you!"

Xiao Budian's situation is quite special. He can't do half of the questions at all, and the other half of the questions can almost get full marks except for a few small points.

When it comes to international competitions, geometry and algebra are calculated separately, but in the domestic quota selection, the two are combined to calculate, so Xiao BuDian suffers a bit.The team leader can specially recommend a student to participate in the training and selection. This year, I feel that the little one is not ready, so it is better to go back and hone it for another year.

The little guy's face was a little gloomy and cold. This was the first time he had been bullied by someone in his field of expertise, and he was not alone, there were fifteen of them on top of his head.

Stumbling out of the primary school with the second-class certificate and medal, the little boy squeezed out a smiling face when he saw his parents who were waiting outside to pick him up, and trotted over: "Dad, Mom!"

Li Yan, who was following behind, had a horrible expression on his face—the little one pretended to hide his sadness, and it was the same as his reaction to any bad things he did before.

Sure enough, the hostess who was rushed by her son's enthusiasm was stunned, and when she saw the hostess next to her, her face changed: "Xingyuan, has anyone bullied you? Tell me, dad, help you vent your anger!"

He did brain supplements on his own, which made the child very excited when he met his parents. It must be that the days are not going well, and his child is the youngest. People are being bullied!

Xiao Budian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No..." As for bullying, he was more unlucky to meet a tearful roommate. When he went back to the dormitory to pack his luggage, he saw that the other party was holding the third prize. The certificate is also crying.

But Xiao BuDian still has a bit of common sense, asking others to do this is considered bullying him, and what he has done to others is enough to be dragged out and shot, so he doesn't understand what his father means.

Hearing what he said, the host became even more anxious, thinking that this was because his son wanted to save face and didn't want his parents to take action, so he asked him repeatedly: "Xingyuan, if you have any unhappy things, just tell your parents, and they can help you solve it. You can't be bored in your heart!"

The little boy was even more puzzled when he heard it, and thought to himself, I'm bored, I always tell Hungry Meow anything, how could something happen?

Li Yan doesn't like to move much in winter, and then he moved over slowly. Before he could stand still, he was hugged by the host: "Taotao, tell Dad, who is bullying my brother?" gone?"

What a bully, your son has lived a fulfilling life these past few days, and he has to study until eleven or twelve when he goes back to the dormitory every day.Li Yan poker-facedly patted his paw on his nose, trying to make this son sober.

Xiao BuDian couldn't figure out why the host insisted that he was being bullied, but he didn't intend to get entangled in it any longer. He lowered his head and pulled his finger for a long time before taking out the second prize certificate.

The hostess has already asked someone to inquire about it. Anyone who is selected to participate in the winter camp will be rewarded. There are more than 100 places for the third prize, 20 people for the second prize, and ten people for the first prize. When the consolation prize came out and prepared, he was overjoyed to see this, snatched his son from the host and kissed him twice.

The male host understood now, looked at the certificate and then looked at the little fat face that was pulled down again, wanted to laugh but held back, deliberately put on an unhappy face, raised his voice and said: "Why? Got the second prize?"

As soon as he uttered these words, the little one burst into tears, biting his lower lip to keep from crying, his shoulders still trembling.

The hostess seemed to want to say something, but when she saw the hostess' wink, she stopped.

The male host continued: "Are the exam questions difficult? Is it because the questions are not good or because of carelessness?"

Xiao Budian shook his head: "No, it's the sum of the total algebra scores. I asked the team leader. Even if I add the points for not being rigorous enough to answer the questions, I still won't get the first prize."

"..." The male host actually could see that he was feeling uncomfortable. Based on his understanding of his son, it would not work to tell him "it doesn't matter, we are already fine" and "don't regret it if you work hard" at this time .

So Xiao Budian could still pretend to be happy, but collapsed after being happily kissed by the hostess twice. At this time, you have to scold him, the harder you scold, the better, so that he can feel at ease.

The male host originally thought that it would be easy to handle if he was careless, and if he didn't know the questions, it could also be said that he didn't study hard enough-but the total score of the damn questions didn't add up enough, what the hell is this?What can you tell me to say, what can I say, scold you or scold the teacher who gave the question?

He finally got a chance to be a good father, so he just got stuck, stared ahead for a long time in silence, touched Xiaobudian's head and squeezed out a sentence: "It's all your fault, who told you to learn What about math competitions? Why do you still study math when you know you are a geometry idiot?"

How can you talk to a child like this, you have a hole in your head?The hostess cast a disdainful look at him.

Li Yan sneered at the side—joke, if the problem is so easy to solve this time, he can coax the little one without leaving the dormitory. On my own head, it takes skill to coax it.

The little boy was still in tears, but he raised his head abruptly after hearing this, his eyes sparkled and he said, "Yes, then I can learn computer science, and I don't want to learn mathematics anymore!"

Li Yan: "...=="

Male host: "... = mouth ="

Hostess: "...=dish="

The two people and the cat looked at each other for a long time, and the hostess finally couldn't hold back a look at the equally dumbfounded host: "I'm making you mean, look, something has happened?"

Male host: QAQ

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Xiao Budian deeply felt that what his own father said at the time was so true, why did he study mathematics? Can’t he learn computer? Code programming is the cutest thing!

From the first day he came home, Xiaobudian plunged into various programming languages, typing and writing codes on the keyboard.

Li Yan squatted next to the computer and looked at him sideways. He felt that the child's brain circuit was indeed a problem, so he couldn't help typing on the interface to remind him: Next year, the team leader will recommend you to the national training team.

"But I've exhausted my interest in mathematics." Xiao Budian looked at him obviously a little puzzled, "Isn't it meaningless for me to enter the national training team?"

There are so many people crying and wanting to get in. If you really want to be selected for the national team, go to the international Olympic competition, and come back with a gold medal - at the level of China's Olympiad, you can basically get a gold medal if you can be selected for the national team from China - then What an honor.

Li Yan took a fixed look at him, and began to reflect on whether he was being too utilitarian—but my child, you have been studying Mathematical Olympiads for more than half a year, so the hard work and hard work are all in vain?

Li Yan decided to make a final effort, and continued typing: Why didn't he change to computer science after winning the international gold medal?You have to prove that you don't want to continue learning mathematics, not that you can't learn mathematics and want to give up.

The little boy hesitated for a moment after reading it, and a golden light full of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes: "Hungry meow, you mean... I have to get the highest honor, and then I will proudly say to Mathematics, 'I don't care about you' ?”

...It is not impossible to understand it this way, but this is not what I said, and I can't say such brilliant words.Li Yan nodded hesitantly.

He thinks that Xiaobudian must really like to watch the classic reverse slap in the face of the hero who is so good and then throws face at the goddess who rejected him before, and he can recommend the website of a certain website to him another day.

The little guy was overwhelmed by the scene where he coldly said to the math Olympiad book, "I don't care about you. If you have the ability, come and ask me." He put down the computer tutorial book that he had read for a week, and said seriously: " Hungry Meow, you are right, I want to be a man who can overcome difficulties, and not be defeated by difficulties!"

——This is really not what I said, this is all made up by your own brain.Li Yan felt that the meaning of the sentence he said at the beginning was quite normal, but in the end, he was distorted by the little boy in a few words to the current one, which can ignite the hearts of all the little brats who feel that they are omnipotent in the second year of middle school Chicken soup, he felt quite helpless.

But seeing that the little boy had left the computer he had been holding for several days, and reopened the mathematics lecture, he showed a little bit of relief, and nodded to the little girl approvingly.

The little one grinned: "When I get the gold medal, I will definitely treat you to lots and lots of shrimp slippery."

He loves to hear these words very much, Li Yan raised his paw and patted his chubby hand.