My Girl and Tenderness

"Make up, make up lessons?"

Qin Kong looked at her back as she turned and walked towards the blackboard, with a bunch of question marks in his head.

Blah blah blah...

She flipped through the book indifferently and said:

"What don't you know? The dimensional analysis of space, the basic application of dimensionality increase and decrease, the projection law of the subjective spiritual realm, the unity of matter and space... How come you don't know any of them? Isn't that what high school teachers teach?"

"Ah, ah?"

Qin Kong was confused at first, and now he was even more confused. Listening to those professional terms that he couldn't understand at all, he couldn't help but recall the horror of being dominated by teachers at school.

Subconsciously, he shrank his neck.

"..."

Seeing him like this, the woman in the white coat sighed deeply and said -

"Then let me start from junior high school. What is the basic formula of unified force?"

"..."

“You can’t even do this?!”

Hearing the other party's incredulous tone, Qin Kong blushed even though he had no idea what was going on. He felt like an uneducated fool.

"That's something we learn in elementary school... Never mind..."

She had an expression that said, "I can't help you with this." She changed to a book with cartoon characters printed on it and said, "I can't help you with this book."

"Let me tell you from prenatal education, what is energy?"

"..."

I almost failed my physics exam and you ask me?

……

PS: Send! (?ω?)

117. My dear wife, please cheer me up first.

"Eh……"

Qin Kong showed the awkward hesitation typical of a poor student, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He racked his brains to recall what he had learned in his three years of high school to see if there was anything he could answer with ease.

After all, you can get one point for writing a solution, so you can't hand in a blank paper.

This is his bottom line for answering questions!

grunt.

Staring at the other party's helpless eyes, Qin Kong said -

"Energy, energy is... the speed of the movement of molecules... right?"

No, it seems like this is heat?

Qin Kong was really at a loss for what to do with such a broad question. After all, he hadn't reacted yet. He had just been sleeping with Mrs. Ye and her daughter, so how did he end up here all of a sudden?

The woman in the white coat put her hands in her pockets and did not comment on his answer. Instead, she continued to ask -

“Then let me ask you again, what is quality?”

"..."

I beg you to stop asking.

But he happens to know this. This is one of the important definitions in physics. He said with sweat on his forehead -

"It's the amount of matter an object contains...right?"

"..."

It seemed that after these two questions, the woman in the white coat already knew his "level". She shook her head slightly and said -

"You just got here... that's fine."

It’s almost there, can you not teach me?

She took out a piece of chalk and began to write and draw on the blackboard, saying -

"Then let me tell you now, mass is energy, and energy is mass. There is a unified formula relationship between the two."

despair.

Qin Kong looked at the blackboard in confusion, only to see her write a formula he had never seen before on it.

E=MC^2

Then there was endless torture. She was talking and he was listening. When she got excited, her thoughts emanated to higher dimensions of time and space. Qin Kong felt like he was in ecstasy and wanted to hold his head and say, "Master, please stop nagging me, Master, please stop nagging me."

I recognize every single character, but when they are put together I don't recognize anything at all.

But perhaps because of his practice of the Sword Immortal Technique, Qin Kong, who had entered a state of meditation, could clearly remember every detail and every word she wrote, as if an enlightened master was preaching and instilling in him.

Such mystery.

"Perhaps you don't understand it now, but remember it for now, Near God... I look forward to meeting you next time."

The space around him slowly twisted, and Qin Kong's consciousness felt like it was being dragged away from the stepped seat in the classroom. A sweet voice seemed to come to his ears.

"Dad...Dad..."

……

Qin Kong slowly opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar ceiling in confusion, and murmured -

"Where am I... again..."

"Ok?"

A pink face suddenly peeked out from the periphery of his sight, a pair of big blue eyes stared at him, showing a big smile, and said -

"Dad, are you awake? It's already morning."

"Ah, ah?"

Qin Kong looked at Yin Yin's smiling face with his confused mind, and blankly scanned the surroundings. The white dressing table, the half-open wardrobe, and a few pieces of underwear fell out of it, clearly a lady's boudoir.

He slowly remembered that he was in Mrs. Ye's room, hugging her and her daughter to sleep yesterday. Yes, that's it... So the lecture hall just now was a dream?

Why do I have such a weird dream?

Damn, you still won't let me go even after the college entrance exam! I actually dreamed that I was in class. I thought I was sleeping with my wife, and I wondered if it would be a dream with some ambiguity. Now it's fine.

I fell asleep with a beautiful woman in my arms, but I dreamed of the hard study days. Could it be that Mrs. Ye had too much of a "teacher vibe" that caused me to have such a dream?

Hiss, now that I think about it, the person in the dream seems a little familiar, with that indifferent look as if he doesn’t care about anything... Who is he?

scratching his head.

"dad?"

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Yin Yin waved her little hand in front of him and said -

"Dad looks so weird."

"……How to say?"

“It’s like being scolded by a teacher.”

"..."

I wasn't scolded, but being looked at with such disdain made me feel like an illiterate, which was even more painful than being scolded by the teacher.

He shook his head, adjusted his expression, and said to Yin Yin with a smile -

"Dad is fine, why did Yinyin get up so early?"

"Yinyin still has to go to school."

"Oh, you have to get up early to go to school."

Seeing Yinyin full of energy early in the morning, Qin Kong began to feel a little overwhelmed. Raising a daughter is not easy, as he has to get up early every day to send her to school.

Qin Kong was silent for a moment, then turned around in the quilt silently, with his back to her, and whispered -

"Then... Yinyin, have a safe journey."

"Ok?"

The little girl stared at the lazy father with her eyes wide open, pouted her lips, shook the quilt with her hands, and said -

"Mmm... Daddy, hurry up and take Yinyin to school."

The useless man stammered—

"Go find your mother and let her take you there. Dad was very tired yesterday."

"why is it like this!"

Yinyin rode directly on him, kissed him anxiously, trying to replenish his little loli energy, pressed his quilt and said--

"I got you a kiss, Daddy. Hurry up and get up."

"It still doesn't work. Yinyin's kiss energy is not enough to charge daddy."

"why is it like this……"

The little girl scratched her flaxen hair. Kissing didn't work. How could she cheer up her dad? The little girl hugged him and acted like a spoiled child for a while, but it didn't work, so she ran out barefoot.

"Mom! Dad won't get up!"

Report dad's laziness to mom.

Qin Kong couldn't help but prick up his ears when he heard a pair of soft legs in slippers walking towards him. The sound of the steps alone made him think of a mature and plump figure.

His concentration could not help but increase a little.

Mrs. Ye has already put on a shirt and a skirt. Today's skirt is not a hip skirt, but a cheongsam-style skirt with a slit on the side for easy movement, and her exposed black silk calves can be seen.

This conservative style is more mature, and Qin Kong's eyes are drawn to the vaguely visible legs and feet. Why is it that sometimes conservative dressing can seem a bit astringent?

It must be my wife's fault, not my own evil intentions.

Mrs. Ye rolled up her sleeves, put her hands on her waist, looked at the man on her bed, and said with a stern face -

"What are you still doing in bed? Get up. Yinyin wants you to take her to school."

"Well... Madam, you can just send her off. You don't need me to send her off every day."

"You've only been picking me up for a few days, and you're already lazy. Men are just like that..."

She patted the quilt with her fair palm, probably on his buttocks, and said angrily -

"If Yinyin hadn't said she would wait for you, we would have left long ago. You lazy idiot, don't let Yinyin down!"

"Well...but I'm so sleepy, ma'am, do you have any way to cheer me up?"

Qin Kong turned around and looked at her with a smile.

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PS: It's embarrassing for my wife again, what a scumbag man (?ω?)

118. What's wrong? Are you shy? My little husband

"you……"

Mrs. Ye was so angry when she saw how shameless he was. This guy actually wanted to negotiate with her. Looking at his expectant expression, he was definitely not thinking about anything serious.

She bit her lower lip lightly, put her hands on her hips and said -

"Do you want me to go to the bathroom and get a basin of water and throw it all over you? That would definitely make you very sober!"

"Splash it."

Qin Kong pulled the quilt and rolled up like a caterpillar. Mrs. Ye's body temperature and smell were still lingering in the quilt, making him feel very comfortable. He closed his eyes and said -

"This is your bed anyway. If it gets wet, you'll be in trouble. I don't mind."

Mrs. Ye was stunned for a moment, then she gritted her teeth and climbed up, patting the quilt non-stop, and said -

"Are you still a father?"