Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Come in and close the door." Fang Zheng's expression was blank.

Fang Chenyu lowered his head, hissing as he sucked in cool air and slipped into the study.

Fang Zheng frowned: "What's wrong with your leg?"

"It fell asleep while I was squatting in the toilet."

"......"

Fang Zheng's face fell, and he raised his voice slightly: "Fang Chenyu, do you have anything serious to do! You spend half an hour squatting in the toilet every day!"

"Didn't you also squat..."

"What did you say?" Fang Zheng swept a cold glance over him, "I'm asking you, what are you doing in there? Are you just wasting such good time!"

"I was reading." Fang Chenyu, as if presenting a treasure, pulled out a small book from behind him and held it up to Fang Zheng with a smiling face, "Dad, it's still the one you wrote, The Story of Cao Pi Nuo."

Fang Zheng took it and looked at it, his expression softening slightly: "This is more like it, learn some useful knowledge. Don't lie in the future, children who lie easily turn into pig noses."

As he said that, he got up and picked up Fang Chenyu, placing him on his lap.

He sighed and said: "Dad is usually busy, and your mothers all spoil you. You have to be sensible yourself, you're going to be a big brother in the future."

"Okay."

"Dad is asking you, what was your rank in the last quiz at school?"

"I'm in the top ten!" Fang Chenyu said loudly.

"Then who's the last one in your class?"

"Zhang Ling."

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and remembered.

This is Zhang Gong's grandson... His genes aren't good either, his grades are terrible.

Fang Zheng asked again: "How's the Imperial Grandson doing recently? Is he studying well? How well do you two play together?"

"Oh, oh, I play well with His Highness. He started school late, and he got third place last time. The teacher praised him for being smart."

Fang Zheng felt relieved.

It's good that the Imperial Grandson is smart, and it's even better that he can play well with Chenyu.

"How are your relationships with your classmates?"

Fang Chenyu thought for a while and said angrily: "They're all okay, but Zhang Ling is always going against me! He can't afford to lose when we play games!"

"It's okay! We won't play with bad students in the future! However, you have to maintain good relationships with your classmates, everyone is a friend. How should you resolve conflicts between friends?"

"I'll ignore him!" Fang Chenyu pouted.

Fang Zheng patiently said: "That won't work, you have to learn to cooperate. That's a low EQ solution. What is low EQ? Not understanding social skills, not knowing how to behave! If you want to succeed, you have to learn high EQ. Think about it for Dad, how should you resolve conflicts with high EQ?"

Fang Chenyu pondered for a moment, then said: "My dad is the principal, don't be shameless."

"......?"

"......"

Fang Zheng's smile gradually solidified on his face, and then he slowly picked up Fang Chenyu and placed him on the desk in front of him.

With his butt facing the roof, he raised his palm and slapped it down hard.

He roared: "Bastard! Who taught you to bully others! Who taught you to be a lackey!?"

Fang Chenyu cried out: "Dad! Why are you hitting me? Stop hitting me! My maternal grandfather is the Emperor!"

Fang Zheng suddenly choked, almost losing his breath.

The next second, he added a bit of force to his hand, gritting his teeth and said: "So you're threatening your dad now, huh?"

Bang, bang, bang.

After three more smacks, Fang Zheng finally felt relieved, pulled Fang Chenyu off the table, put his arm around his shoulders and said angrily: "Tell me honestly, who taught you to say that? Have you been threatening other students at school?"

"No, no one taught me, and I didn't threaten any classmates." Fang Chenyu cried.

Usually, everyone doted on him, but today he suffered such a disaster.

He cried as he picked up "Cao Pi Nuo" from the table and said, "I lied, I'll turn into a pig nose...."

"That's more like it." Fang Zheng glanced at the clock with a dark face, "Go back to sleep. From today onwards, I will personally take care of you. Bring me your homework and quizzes every day, and you won't be allowed to eat dinner if you miss one day."

Dad will check it himself?

Fang Chenyu felt as if his heart had died, and finally nodded weakly.

Hunching his back, his figure walked lonely towards the outside of the study.

As soon as he left the door, he immediately stopped, chanting in his mouth.

"One plus one equals three, two plus five equals eleven..."

After speaking, he touched his nose, then laughed softly to himself: "Heh heh heh, it's fake, everything in the book is fake..."

......

The train runs as usual.

Fang Zheng's life has also returned to normal.

Rarely without too many matters, he is only responsible for the affairs of the Embroidered Uniform Guard at hand.

Every day, he reads the briefings and makes some flexible arrangements, while other matters are basically arranged by his deputy.

In the evening, he also has time to check his son's homework.

Apart from the day Fang Chenyu said something shocking, his usual performance was quite satisfactory to him.

The homework he brought back from school every day was neatly written, and the content was considered substantial, at least better than his performance in elementary school.

So, for nearly half a month, his life can be described as leisurely.

Early this morning, Fang Zheng walked slowly into the Garrison Division with a newspaper under his arm.

Before he could step through the door, he saw two Embroidered Uniform Guards whispering to each other.

"Cough, what are you doing?"

The two immediately jumped apart, straightened their bodies, and raised their heads to say: "Good morning, sir! We were talking about the newspaper."

"Newspaper?" Fang Zheng pulled out the newspaper from under his arm and unfolded it, "What, did something big happen today?"

One of the Embroidered Uniform Guards said awkwardly: "Nothing big, this humble officer likes to read about soccer in his spare time. Tomorrow, the Chen family team and the Blacksmith team, the two strongest teams at the Banshan Football Field, will have a final battle, so we're exchanging experiences."

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, feeling a little bored.

Soccer, he was a little interested when he was in college. Back then, he called himself the 'Little Ibrahimovic' of the field and imitated many famous players. Some people said his ball protection was like Henry.

However, he imitated Ibrahimovic too well, and after sending a classmate to the hospital, he was criticized by the school leaders and had to withdraw from the soccer world. His soccer skills have also degenerated to just being able to style his hair.

Later, as his physical strength declined after starting work, he could only occasionally play basketball.

He also occasionally liked to watch fancy women's basketball online, the steals, blocks, fierce attacks, and crazy scores that made them scream.

But now, apart from working on his career and rewriting history, he has no other interests.

Fang Zheng rolled up the newspaper and pointed it at the two of them: "Don't chat during work, sweep the floor if you have nothing to do, go to work."

"Yes, Master Fang!"

Fang Zheng grunted and walked towards the door, but stopped, turned halfway and asked: "I said, you guys didn't bet on soccer, did you?"

The two Embroidered Uniform Guards suddenly stiffened and said in unison: "Absolutely not!"

Betting is strictly prohibited within the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and those who gamble are immediately expelled without mercy!

Previously, more than a dozen people had been kicked out of the Embroidered Uniform Guard for gambling.

Now, no one even dares to mention the word 'bet'.

Now, in front of Fang Zheng, they didn't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked: "Is anyone in the Embroidered Uniform Guard betting on soccer? I see you guys like watching soccer quite a bit... Didn't you really bet a couple of times?"

The two swallowed at the same time, and one of them said: "The Embroidered Uniform Guard has strict discipline, and this humble officer would never dare to have such thoughts. It's just that I recently heard that there is a divine person predicting the results of the matches, so I couldn't help but chat about it."

"Divine person... Who?"