After getting the lollipop, Lucas Xia kept fiddling with it on the table, showing no intention of eating it. Julian Mei looked a little impatient.
"Why are you so happy to receive a lollipop? Aren't there some for sale at the school gate?" Julian Mei raised an eyebrow.
Lucas Xia whispered, "My mom said this is junk food and told me not to eat it. If I eat too much, I'll have a mouth full of cavities like Ryan Du, and that won't 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 give me a gift!" Lucas Xia seemed very excited, "I'm really, really, so happy!"
"You'd better eat it! It would be a waste if you don't eat it." Julian Mei thought to himself that he spent a full fifty cents to buy this, what a precious start-up capital.
Lucas Xia shook his head and said seriously, "I plan to save it until I'm really hungry!"
"What does it mean to be very hungry?"
"I'm really hungry, that's it."
"Julian Mei, what are you and Lucas Xia talking about? Stand up! You should listen carefully in class. Do you know how to solve this problem?"
"I understand." Julian Mei nodded.
"Then tell me, there are seven apples here, plus five apples, how many apples are there in total?"
Some of the children below were already counting on their fingers, but only Julian Mei raised his head and said the correct answer slowly, "12!"
A hint of surprise flashed across the teacher's face. She had just started teaching addition and subtraction within 10 a while ago. Now that she was about to graduate and had nothing to do, she came to teach addition and subtraction of two-digit numbers.
"What about 8+13?"
Julian Mei scratched his head, pretending to think, and after a few seconds gave the answer, "21!"
"Amazing!"
Although they didn't know whether it was right or not, Julian Mei's determined expression made the children applaud spontaneously.
"Julian Mei knows so many additions, she's as good as an elementary school student!"
"That's amazing! According to my estimation, Julian Mei is at least at the level of second grade in elementary school... No, third grade! My brother couldn't even do this when he was in third grade!"
It's your brother who has a problem! How can a third grader not know how to do addition and subtraction?
This kid must have been trained in my brother's Sh!t-eating club.
Teacher Li pushed his glasses up and looked puzzled. "Julian Mei, have you signed up for a mental arithmetic class?"
"No...my cousin at home taught me."
Julian Mei has not yet considered building a child prodigy persona. After all, such a persona has no potential for sustainable development. He also cannot guarantee that he will not be dragged by his money-obsessed father Mei Lijun to participate in various shows to earn appearance fees like Zhongyong.
"Even if you get good grades in the future, you still have to abide by the classroom rules. Otherwise, when you go to elementary school, you will be punished for being so naughty, don't you understand?"
"Got it, Mr. Li."
Julian Mei was suddenly inspired and forgot to put himself in the shoes of a kindergarten kid.
However, this kind of pretending is really not very enjoyable, so I won’t do it again in the future.
The long-awaited debut of the Chinese national football team has arrived. On June 4, the Chinese national football team will play against Godzilla.
This year, the Chinese people's attention to the World Cup is unprecedented. Even kindergarten children 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 exciting.
But because he knew the outcome of the game, Julian Mei remained silent throughout the whole process. He observed with great interest the other children who were participating in the game.
A more interesting discovery is that even a little girl like Lucas Xia, who seemed to have nothing to do with football, was crying because the Chinese national football team lost.
A few other little boys, out of rebellious psychology, shouted a few words of encouragement to Godzilla, and as a result, they were scolded by Teacher Li and thrown into the corner to stand as punishment.
You can see that the teacher is also very angry.
But taking your anger out on a child is a bit willful.
However, it turns out that the Chinese national football team was so loved for a period of time. If you didn’t come to experience it in person in 2002, you really wouldn’t be able to feel it.
Who could have thought that 20 years later, the Chinese national football team would be able to make General Fan say something like he didn’t care about his reputation anymore!
The depressing atmosphere lasted until school was over in the afternoon. The parents who came to pick up their children had gloomy faces and the air was still heavy.
When Meilijun appeared, his face was also stretched out, and Julian Mei noticed that there was a bruise on his forehead.
Julian Mei thought that his father was really a die-hard football fan. He would get so angry that he would bang his head against the wall if he lost a game.
You can't be upset about losing money in a bet! 10 yuan is not a big deal...
Julian Mei was a smart man. He followed the silent Mei Lijun home on a motorcycle.
After returning home, Meilijun finally couldn't help but complain:
"You watched today's game! Damn Godzilla's black feet. If Sun Xiaohai hadn't been injured and disrupted Milu's tactical arrangements, how could they have lost so badly!"
Julian Mei nodded, "Dad, Teacher Li said victory and defeat are common in the military, let's not get angry, let's strive for the national football team to achieve good results in the next game!"
"We will play against Samba next time. We have no hope of winning. If we score less than 3 goals, we will not lose..."
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 against Samba... then even if the national football team doesn't qualify this time, it will be worth it!"
...
Julian Mei looked at his father's YY with shock on his face, feeling like he was living in a parallel world with them.
How did this mysterious confidence in the national football team come about?
After suppressing his impatience and perfunctorily answering his father's questions, Julian Mei took the opportunity to put forward his own demands:
"By the way... Dad, the bet we made last time---"
"Bet? What bet?" Meilijun frowned, "You little brat, you bet with others in kindergarten?"
"Hey, Dad, you're talking Bullsh!t, right? You said you'd give me 10 bucks if I lost to Godzilla!"
"What do you need so much money for, kid? What do you want to buy? I'll buy it for you."
The blood pressure is rising, baby’s adult!
Julian Mei could only act like a naughty baby and throw a tantrum, "I don't care! I just want 10 yuan! Dad, you don't keep your word, you are a dog!"
"Then you are a B@st@ard!"
Mei Lijun picked up Julian Mei, spun him around in the air a few times and then put him down.
"I'll take you to the mall with your mom tonight and have some chicken legs. That's my compensation!"
Julian Mei scratched his dizzy head, thought for a while and then said, "I'm not going to the mall to play, I just want to buy lottery tickets. The World Cup is so rare, I just want you to take me to play the lottery, it would be a pity to miss it."
"Ha, so you want to buy lottery tickets..."
Julian Mei continued, "Dad, you see I have guessed the result of this game. To be honest, I actually have superpowers and can predict the future. Let me pick one. Maybe our family will be very successful in the future!"
Julian Mei originally intended to secretly buy lottery tickets and embezzle the huge sum of money for his own use, but then he remembered that even if he won the jackpot he wouldn't be able to collect it himself, so he had to go to the provincial capital and could only count on his father to do it for him.
Julian Mei talked for a long time, and finally Mei Lijun suddenly showed a sad smile and searched his trouser pockets in front of his son.
His pockets were very clean and tidy, without a penny in them.
"You think I don't want to buy lottery tickets? I don't have any money..."
"Where's your private money?"
"Don't say anything. It's this secret money that's causing me trouble. I just sent you to school today, and then she found the secret money I had hidden, and now she's cut off my cigarette money for this month."
Meilijun pointed to the bruise on his forehead and said to his son, "Look, this is where your good mother beat me."
"It seems that, Dad...it's not easy for you either..."
Mei Xiang expressed strong sympathy for her unfortunate father.
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