Having said that, Meng Chenjun, who taught his nephew and who had been in high school, had no confidence.
The reason is that the math problem that my nephew often put in his small pocket and often took it out to see was considered a disaster. Who told me that the math problem was the homework left by Professor Paul, a famous mathematician in the world, to their nephew.
The pencil held in Leilei's hand started writing the answers to the math problems of Xiaosi's uncle.
Out of curiosity, Ning Yunxi glanced at him from a distance.
In fact, they are all very simple addition questions. After all, the kid is so small that it is impossible to answer difficult questions just by learning addition. It is basically an addition question in two-digit numbers. One plus one equals how much.
Grandpa Meng stood behind the child and watched the child calculate the addition, which seemed more anxious than the child: "Leilee, don't rush to write, calculate slowly, write slowly. You're wrong about this, this is-"
Meng Chenjun walked over and pulled his grandfather: "Doing homework requires you to complete independently. Grandpa."
This little girl actually knew how to complete her homework independently. Ning Yunxi curled her lips, thinking that the child Wang copied homework by himself, so he was often criticized by his former teachers.
Grandpa Meng rolled his eyes at Xiao Si for no surprise: You will say me? Don’t you talk about yourself back then?
If you know the mistake, you will correct it. He is different now. He is not a bad student, but a good student. Meng Chenjun raised his head arrogantly, and said to his nephew in the form of a teacher: "Don't listen to what others say, Leilei, you can do it yourself."
As a result, Leilei didn't hear him at all, nor did he listen to what Grandpa Meng just said, and his little head kept staring at the numbers on the paper.
This kid is quite strange. Generally, if a kid can't calculate it, he will raise his little fingers and count one by one. But this kid doesn't do that. Ning Yunxi recalled when his son started counting without raising his fingers. As a math teacher, she knew that when a kid didn't raise his fingers and counting, he had another set of methods of counting himself in his mind. This new method of counting has the most direct relationship with the brain's imagination function.
"Leilei, have you calculated it?" Meng Chenjun asked as he looked at his nephew writing the last number.
Leilei didn't answer him, and his little head, which seemed to be motionless, didn't know what he was thinking.
Ning Yunxi walked into the toilet and helped her son prepare water for washing his face and brushing cup before going to bed.
"Leile." Meng Chenjun called out to his nephew's little ear.
Leilei seemed to wake up suddenly, picked up his math problem and turned around.
"Oh." Meng Chenjun shouted in surprise. It was clearly his homework questions for his nephew. Where did he go after he was ready to go with the homework questions?
Leilei ran to his mother with the homework question, and raised his answer high with his little hand.
Well, that's because this kid only remembers that only his mother is the teacher at home.
Ning Yunxi wiped his hands dry and took the homework questions written by his son with a smile: "Do you want your mother to correct them?"
Leilei bit his head excitedly. Finally, it was time for this day to correct his homework for him.
Looking at his son's red face, Ning Yunxi took his son's little hand and walked aside to sit down, took out a red pen, and wrote the homework questions for his son one by one.
Chapter completed!