With that said, he took the initiative to leave Fu Hong's office.

Ziyang withdrew from Fu Hong's arms, "I happen to be free now. I'm going to study the sequel to the script. Honghong, you continue to work, I won't disturb you, um..."

In fact, what she really means is: Don’t bother me writing the script haha...

Fu Hong smiled silently.

Soon, he received a call. The secretary forwarded a call from the canteen of Junjun School: "Mr. Fu, uh, it's like this. Today, Mr. Fu bought twenty boxes of Yinlu Peanut Milk at the store.

, he said he wanted to pay on credit..."

Twenty boxes of Yinlu peanut milk. Why did this guy buy so many drinks?

Fu Hong frowned: "From now on, you can write down his credit account directly. I will ask the secretary to settle the accounts at the end of each month!"

Then, hang up the phone.

Junjun stood in front of the cashier counter, looking up at the cashier: "Beautiful aunt, could you please ask someone to deliver these twenty boxes of Yinlu peanut milk to the basketball court, thank you."

Then, he took the football and kicked it all the way to the playground.

Junjun is the youngest in the class for gifted boys, and their class for gifted boys is already a high school class.

Junjun, do you think daddy is too cheating?

He didn't even go to elementary school or junior high school, and then went directly to high school. It took him a whole month to understand what those messy mathematics, physics, and chemistry were.

He is completely illiterate!

Does an illiterate person know what this thing is? Forget about being illiterate and let him learn slowly from the first grade of elementary school. But his dad actually sent him to the gifted youth class in the high school department at once.

Just like a group of high school students, he spent all his attention on studying in the past two months, but this time in the monthly exam, he still ranked first everywhere.

Well, don't be discouraged, there are still more than two months, and he must be the real first in the exam at the end of the semester, otherwise his father will not know how to torture him!

Ever since he became a normal child, he has been completely unloved by his father and mother. Hey, if I had known, he might as well have been a living dead and made his parents feel guilty!

Don't think about it anymore, today their talented boy class is going to have a football match with a normal high school sophomore class.

The cause of the incident was that a nerd in their gifted youth class was provoked by a high school sophomore who was five years older than him. Therefore, their gifted youth class was a group of nerds with only brains and no physical strength.

Humph, as a member of the class of talented teenagers, how could Junjun be willing to accept such an insult?

Man, you can see your real skills on the football field!

Junjun sorted out his sportswear, walked to the playground, and glanced at his teammates from time to time.

He couldn't help but frown: "It seems that in this football field, he can't count on his teammates. He has to deal with the big guys in the first class of the sophomore class with his own strength!"

…………

An hour later, Fu Hong rubbed his brows and had just received a call from Junjun's class teacher, saying that an eight-year-old kid in Junjun had kicked the legs of five sophomore boys who were eight years older than him.

When Fu Hong and Zi Yang arrived at the hospital, Junjun crossed his arms and said, "I didn't do it."

"What's going on?" Fu Hong did not directly blame Junjun, but asked for the reason.

At this moment, there were many students standing in the corridor of the hospital. Junjun's class teacher and the class teacher of Class 1, Grade 2 were also present, as well as the parents of the injured students, all blocking the door of the emergency room.

One of the parents was particularly angry when he saw the parents of the students making trouble coming over. He rushed up and cursed Fu Hong.

"How do you educate your children? Such a young child is so cruel. Do you know how to be parents?!!!"

"The doctor said my son's leg is lame. I want to sue you! Sue you!"

This was the first time for Fu Hong that someone pointed at his nose and scolded him for being his godson.

I lost all my face and didn't lose my temper. Instead, I politely apologized to the parents, but Junjun, on the other hand, looked like he knew his mistakes and would not correct them.

After finally appeasing the emotions of the parents, and promising that he would take full responsibility for the matter, provide the best doctors for treatment, and pay a lot of compensation, Fu Hongcai pulled Junjun aside with a dark face.

"What's going on? Tell me!"

Ziyang pulled Fu Hong's arm: "Don't be cruel to the child. How could Junjun bully a group of children who are so much older than him?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Junjun's eyes, and he pinched his thigh hard, then threw himself into Ziyang's arms with tears in his eyes.

"Mommy, I really didn't mean it."

"It's basically because they bully the small ones. You don't know that such a big boy actually bullies our classmates in the gifted youth class, saying that we are just a group of brain-disabled people without strong bodies. Of course we are not convinced, so we want to

Come to a football match to prove your abilities."

"Who would have known that such big boys are so weak and have no physique at all. I was hit by a ball during a ball game and broke my legs and feet. Everyone on the playground can testify to this. I didn't even touch them with a finger."

, they even broke their legs and feet to rely on me, because they think I’m a small person and easy to bully!”

He tried hard to squeeze out a lot of tears.

Zi Yang and Fu Hong didn't know his actual ability. Not to mention a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school students, even Fu Hong himself was no match for him.

But his advantage is that his son is young.

Being young, she squeezed out a few more tears, and Ziyang's heart turned towards him in an instant.

Fu Hong frowned: "You still don't know you are wrong!"

"Don't be harsh on him!" Ziyang was not happy: "Didn't you listen to Junjun? A group of big boys bullied children, and they are not as good as others and they still wronged Junjun. My Junjun is basically innocent!"

"Zi Yang!" He wanted to say, this is not how children are raised.

"That's right, that's right!" Junjun hugged Ziyang's thigh: "Mommy, you have to make the decision for me!"

"Okay, who's to blame for not being as skilled as others? If my Junjun hadn't been able to protect himself, he might have been the one injured now. Why are you trying to hurt him?"

Junjun raised his eyebrows: "That's right, mommy still loves Junjun the most."

Fu Hongpi looked at Junjun with a smile that made his whole body goosebumps.

However, he firmly held Mommy's thigh.

Never admit your mistakes!

Junjun's class teacher came over at this time. He knew Fu Hong's identity, and his casual attitude was extremely humble. His heart was completely biased towards Junjun.

"Mr. Fu, when it comes to this matter, I really don't blame Junjun. I still don't believe that Junjun can hurt those older children. Hey, today's high school students really lack education. For such an old child, he

I accidentally fell down on the football field, and I have the shame to rely on a child as young as Junjun. Don't blame Junjun, he is still so young."

Junjun has never been very fond of this fat head teacher, but now he nodded sharply.

Suddenly I felt, hey, this class teacher is actually pretty good.

"Teacher Ye, I failed to discipline my son and caused you trouble."

"It's okay, it's okay, Junjun is a good child, and he studies very hard, although..." The class teacher paused, and Junjun immediately pricked up his ears and looked at the class teacher.

"Teacher Ye, if you have anything to say, say it directly." Fu Hong heard the clue.

Yaya, you dare to expose my shortcomings, be careful I will deal with you! Junjun glared at the class teacher fiercely.

"Actually, it's nothing. Junjun has just entered school and may not be able to keep up with the rhythm. He usually likes to learn from his classmates. It may or may not be a coincidence."

The head teacher was also very distressed about this matter.

Every time he took an exam, he paid special attention to Junjun, but for some reason, when he corrected the test paper after the exam, his wrong questions would always be exactly the same as another student in the class.

It's not limited to one person either.

Take a recent exam as an example. His entire test paper was exactly the same as the test paper of his classmate who was five chapters away from him. Even if he plagiarized, they were too far apart to be able to plagiarize.

But for such a thing, once is a coincidence, and twice can be said to be a coincidence. This coincidence makes people feel strange.

However, Fu Hong immediately understood the reason for the matter.

Junjun has clairvoyance. Whose test paper he wants to see is not a piece of cake.

Junjun suddenly broke out in cold sweat on his back, and he almost wanted to kick the head teacher who was making the report away.

Damn it! You actually snitched on him in front of daddy!

He had a bad feeling that he would be beaten when he returned home.

Moreover, his hunch was not wrong at all.

In the evening, after Daddy came out of the study, he directly carried him into the bedroom while he was watching TV in the small living room.

"Daddy, um, I just went to school and didn't understand anything. I couldn't keep up with the steps at the beginning. I only occasionally learned from other students' test papers. But I promise, give me another two months and I will be able to rely on my own

I will never learn from other students again.”

Junjun's black glass bead-like eyes looked at Fu Hong nervously.

Fu Hong sat down. "Junjun, I can understand you for the time being for your reference. The time I give you is one semester. I don't care what the process is like. I only want the final result."

"Oh, daddy, I will work hard." Hey, the process is not important, so he can rest assured.

No matter what it is, you have to give him time to adapt.

"But..." Fu Hong suddenly paused: "You even plagiarized, but plagiarized so poorly that you were caught in a pigtail. This is a matter of IQ."

His son, Fu Hong, even plagiarized to such a low level?

Xiao Junjun lowered his head, his expression slumped slightly. After a moment, he looked at his father with thoughtful eyes: "Dad, I understand what you mean."
To be continued...