After getting the lollipop, Xia Yuan kept playing with it on the table without any intention of eating it. Mei Fang looked a little impatient.

"Why are you so happy after receiving a lollipop? Don't they sell it at the school gate?" Mei Fang raised an eyebrow.

Xia Yuan whispered: "Mom said this is junk food and told me not to eat it. If I eat too much, my mouth will be full of cavities like Du Zihan, which will not look good."

It turns out it’s not because I eat less, it’s because I’m not allowed to eat...

"Then why are you so happy?"

"Because this is the first time you gave me a gift!" Xia Yuan looked excited, "I'm really, really, so happy!"

"It's better to eat it! If you don't eat it, it will be wasted." Mei Fangxin said that he spent a full fifty cents to buy this, what a precious start-up capital.

Xia Yuan shook his head and said seriously, "I plan to save it until I'm very hungry!"

"What does it mean to be very hungry?"

"I'm very hungry, just—"

"Mei Fang, what are you and Xia Yuan saying down there? Stand up! You must listen carefully in class. Do you know how to solve this question?"

"Alright, alright." Mei Fang nodded.

"Then tell me, here are seven apples, plus five apples, how many apples are there in total?"

Some of the children below were already counting on their fingers. Only Mei Fang calmly raised her head and said the correct answer, "12!"

A look of surprise flashed across the teacher's face. She just started teaching addition and subtraction within 10 a while ago. Now that she is about to graduate and has nothing to do, she came to teach addition and subtraction of two-digit numbers.

"What about 813?"

Mei Fang scratched her head, pretending to be thinking, and after a few seconds gave the answer, "21!"

"Amazing!"

Although I don't know if it's right or not, Mei Fang's determined expression made the children spontaneously applaud.

"Mei Fang knows so many additions and is as good as a primary school student!"

"It's amazing. According to my estimation, Mei Fang is at least in the second grade of elementary school... no, the level of the third grade of elementary school! My brother can't even count this when he is in the third grade!"

There's something wrong with your brother, right? There's no third grader who can't add and subtract!

This kid must have been trained from my brother's shit-eating club.

Teacher Li pushed up his glasses and looked confused, "Mei Fang, did you sign up for a mental arithmetic class somewhere?"

"No...my cousin at home taught me."

Mei Fang has not yet considered creating a child prodigy character. After all, this kind of character has no potential for sustainable development, and he cannot guarantee that he will not be like Zhong Yong, who is dragged by his money-obsessed father Meilijun to participate in programs to earn appearances.

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"Even if you get good grades in the future, you still have to abide by classroom disciplines. Otherwise, when you get to elementary school, you will be punished for being so naughty. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Teacher Li."

On a whim, Mei Fang forgot to assume her identity as a kindergarten kid.

However, I really don’t have much experience with this kind of pretending, so I won’t do it again in the future.

The long-awaited debut of the national football team has arrived. On June 4th, the Chinese national football team will play against Godzilla.

This year, Chinese people are paying more attention to the World Cup than ever before. Even children in kindergarten are watching the live broadcast at school and cheering for the national team. Regardless of the excitement of the game, the atmosphere is still very full.

But because he knew the difference between victory and defeat, Mei Fang was speechless throughout the whole process. He was observing the children taking part in it with great interest.

The more interesting discovery is that even a little girl like Xia Yuan, who seems to have nothing to do with football, is crying because the national football team lost.

Some other little boys shouted cheers to Godzilla because of their rebellious mentality, but they were scolded by Teacher Li and forced to stand in the corner.

It can be seen that the teacher is also very angry.

But taking it out on a child is a little too willful.

But it turns out that there was still a period of time when the national football team was so loved by people. If I didn’t come to experience it for myself in 2002, I really wouldn’t be able to feel it.

Who would have thought that 20 years later, the national football team would be able to make General Fan shout such words that he would even lose his face!

The depressing atmosphere lasted until school was over in the afternoon. The faces of parents who came to pick up their children looked gloomy, and the air was still solemn.

When Mei Lijun appeared, he had a long face, and Mei Fang noticed that there was a bruise on his forehead.

Mei Fang thought that her father was such a die-hard football fan that he would be so angry that he would hit the wall even if he lost a football match.

It can’t be just because you feel bad about losing money in a bet! What about 10 yuan...

Mei Fang was a smart man, so he followed Mei Lijun, who said nothing, on a motorcycle to go home.

After he got home, Meilijun finally couldn't help complaining:

"Have you watched today's game! His grandma's Godzilla plus Blackfoot, if Sun Xiaohai hadn't retired due to injury and disrupted Milu's tactical arrangements, how could he have lost so miserably!"

Mei Fang nodded, "Dad, Teacher Li said that victory or defeat is a common thing in military affairs. Let's not be angry and strive for the national football team to achieve good results in the next game!"

"If we play Samba in the next game, there is no hope of winning. We won't lose within 3 goals..."

Meilijun was in a low mood at first, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, "You said, if we can score a goal in Samba...then even if the national football team does not qualify this time, it will be worth it!"

…

Mei Fang looked at her father's vagina with shock, feeling like she was living in a parallel world with them.

How did this kind of obsessive confidence in the national football team come from...

After suppressing her impatience and giving her father a few perfunctory words, Mei Fang took the opportunity to make her request:

"By the way...Dad, we made a bet last time -"

"A bet? What kind of bet?" Mei Lijun frowned and said, "You are a little brat, and you bet money with others in kindergarten?"

"Hey, Dad, you're talking nonsense, right? You said you'd give me 10 yuan if you lose to Godzilla!"

"What do you kiddos need so much money for? What do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you?"

The blood pressure is up, baby is an adult!

Mei Fang could only act like a baby and stretched out her hands, "I don't care! I just want 10 yuan! Dad, you don't keep your word, you are a dog!"

"Then you're a bitch!"

Mei Lijun picked up Mei Fang, spun her around in the air a few times, and then put her down.

"I will take you to the mall with your mother to play in the evening and eat chicken drumsticks. This will be considered as compensation!"

Mei Fang scratched her dizzy head, thought for a while and then said, "I don't want to go to the mall to play, I just want to buy lottery tickets. The World Cup is a rare event in such a long time, so I just want you to take me to play the lottery. I really miss it."

It’s such a pity.”

"Ha, it turns out you want to buy lottery tickets..."

Mei Fang continued, "Dad, you see, I have guessed the outcome of this game. To be honest with you, I actually have super powers and can predict the future. Let me choose one. Maybe our family will become prosperous in the future.

It’s over!”

Mei Fang's original intention was to secretly buy lottery tickets and keep the huge sum of money for his own use, but later he remembered that even if he won the big prize, he would not be able to collect it himself. He would have to go to the provincial capital city and could only count on his father to do it for him.

Mei Fang spent a long time talking about it. Finally, Mei Lijun suddenly showed a sad smile and dug into his trouser pockets in front of his son.

His two pockets were very clean and tidy, not even a penny in them.

"Do you think I don't want to buy lottery tickets? I don't have any money..."

"Where is your personal money?"

"Stop talking, it's this private money that's causing me to suffer. I just sent you to school today, and later she discovered the private money that she hid, which cost me all my cigarette money this month."

As he spoke, Meilijun pointed to his son at the bruise on his forehead, "Here, this is where your good mother beat you."

"It seems that dad...it's not easy for you either..."

Mei Xiang expressed strong sympathy for her unfortunate father.


Chapter completed!