Qiao Yu began to admire Zheng Xiwen's memory.

Sure enough, there are many great people in all walks of life. Zheng Xiwen remembers the situation of more than 40 people, almost everyone.

As long as he said his name, Zheng Xiwen could immediately tell the other party's resume and situation. He might not be able to remember it so clearly if he had changed.

Of course, he admired himself very much. Before he knew it, he only took one afternoon to correct all the test papers.

Then Qiao Yu put down his pen, stretched his waist, then looked at Zheng Xiwen and suddenly asked, "Uncle Zheng, you must have detailed information about me and my mother there, right? How did you record it?"

Without a trace of defense, this problem rushed into Zheng Xiwen's ears.

Zheng Xiwen looked up and stared at Qiao Yu without saying a word.

"Don't be so serious, I'll ask casually, you can just talk casually, it's nothing." Qiao Yu said disapprovingly.

"Don't you know your own affairs better than me?" Zheng Xiwen calmed down and asked with a smile.

"That's not necessarily. Maybe you are more powerful?" Qiao Yu also smiled and then pressed step by step.

"Ha...what do you want to ask?" Zheng Xiwen said casually.

"Or what you can tell me?" Qiao Yu looked quite interested.

Zheng Xiwen thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "Your little girlfriend?"

"Please, Xia Keke and I have known each other since we were wearing open-crotch pants. I know more about her than her parents. Do you tell me about her?"

Qiao Yu glanced at Zheng Xiwen with contempt, feeling that this guy was not very kind.

"Or what if I talk about my dad?"

Zheng Xiwen pondered for two seconds, shook his head, and said, "You shouldn't want to ask your biological father's current situation?"

Qiao Yu blinked his eyes, was a little surprised, and asked in surprise: "Wait, what you just mentioned is his current situation?

But my mother had told me that he was dead. When I was in junior high school, I wrote a special composition to commemorate him. What do you mean is that he is not dead yet, right?"

With a word, Zheng Xiwen stopped asking, looked at Qiao Yu suspiciously, hesitated for a while, but still couldn't respond.

He was really not sure whether Qiao Yu knew about this.

The key to the problem is that if Qiao Yu doesn't know, he shouldn't know it from his mouth.

It's so annoying to deal with mathematicians!
Chapter completed!