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Chapter 112 You are the stupidest in the family

"What wild woman? Qingqing, you speak so badly. I married your Aunt Chen. Ye Hua and Ye Lan are now surnamed Ye, and they are your brothers and sisters." Ye Zhiguo lowered his face and scolded him, feeling helpless.

I thought this stinky girl had changed her attitude, alas... she was still the same as before.

Ye Qingqing snorted, and the chopsticks fell. The smell made her headache. She couldn't eat a bite of food, and she became even more angry if she couldn't eat enough.

"Dad, I don't care if you feel sorry for them, but don't force me to accept it. Anyway, I have this attitude. There is no problem moving to Xiaotong, but there is no way to move to them!"

Ye Zhiguo was so angry that he almost bit his teeth into pieces. He swallowed his anger and patiently advised: "Qingqing is obedient, Xiaohua will have a future, and your face will be bright..."

Ye Qingqing sneered a few times, looked at Ye Hua with contempt, and sneered: "He is the best? Dad, you are so naive. Ye Hua eats more than pigs and sleeps more than pigs. He is the last in the exam. Can he be more promising than pigs in the future?"

The dark red back teeth were bitten off, and a sound was squeezed out from the cracks of his teeth, "Xiao Hua is a boy, and he will only exert force after junior high school. Besides, he will sleep more because of injuries on his back during this period."

"That's true. After all, there is still a lot of room for improvement in the last place. The second-to-last exam is a great improvement!" Ye Qingqing mocked him very much.

It wasn't that she looked down on people in the cracks of her door. In her previous life, Ye Hua barely managed to graduate from junior high school, and her grades were a mess. Later, he no longer wanted to study, nor did he go to work. He followed people in society every day, and learned how to eat, drink, whore and gambling, and was a rotten person from beginning to end.

Ye Hua was very dissatisfied and retorted: "No matter how bad my grades are, I am better than a fool!"

Ye Qingqing smiled exaggeratedly, "You are the stupidest person in the family, Xiaotong is ten thousand times smarter than you."

Not only did Ye Hua not believe this, but Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong did not believe it, and they felt that Ye Qingqing was making a fuss about Ye Tong's IQ was a problem, so how could he compare to the normal Ye Hua?

Ye Qingqing was about to let Ye Tong show her skills, but she rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not convinced, right? Do you dare to compete with Xiao Tong?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Hum!" Ye Hua responded without hesitation.

Ye Lan always felt something was wrong, but she felt that she was thinking too much. Ye Tong, a fool, could she create something else!

Ye Qingqing got up and took out the calculator from the cabinet, and asked, "Is the simplest thing to do, what is 12 times 12?"

Ye Hua thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, but Ye Tong reported the answer as soon as Ye Qingqing finished speaking, "144."

Ye Qingqing used the calculator to calculate, and the sweet female voice of the calculator also reported '144'. Ye Zhiguo was shocked and very excited.

Isn’t the youngest son a fool?

Ye Qingqing wrote several more multiplication and division methods, but Ye Hua didn't calculate any of them, but Ye Tong could report them without thinking, and every time it was accurate.

"You must have colluded!" Ye Hua shouted in discontently.

Ye Qingqing looked at him with contempt, and she handed the calculator to Ye Zhiguo, "Dad, please make the question, so that no one will say that I am fake, there is no problem with addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within one thousand."

Ye Zhiguo actually had the same suspicion, but seeing Ye Qingqing being open and honest, he felt that he was a little bit villainous. He deliberately made a difficult situation, "What is 556 times 789?"

This kind of triple-digit multiplication is definitely not possible for ordinary people to think about, but it depends on whether the younger son can do it.

“438684.”

Ye Tong answered quickly, and Ye Zhiguo pressed the calculator in disbelief and came up with the same number.
Chapter completed!
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