Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

Ye Susu sat cross-legged on the bed.

After studying the task, I felt a little lonely.

Xiao Zai Zai is big, so sharing is about to find his good friend, not Mommy.

But this is also normal. Kitty grows up and always goes to new places to open up the territory, collect the younger brother, and become the leader of Elvis.

You will not be successful if you stay with Mommy.

Ye Susu sighed and scratched his head, "Then let Ms. Song like catnip first."

But just after summarizing what to do, the sound of slippers approached again.

"Susu, are Ye Xun's little slippers in your room? This kid ran out without shoes."

The door of the speaking room was pushed open from the outside.

Song Yiran appeared at the door, beside her was a little Ye Xun with a small face and anxious face.

He was pulling the corner of her clothes, trying to stop him, but he didn't know what to do.

Ye Susu held the lovely wrapping paper in his hand, temporarily hid behind him, and picked up the cub's slippers under the bed with his other left hand.

"Now, here."

Song Yiran took it and put it on the ground, letting Ye Xun put it on.

As soon as she was about to speak, she glanced at Ye Susu.

"The corner of your mouth is frothed milk?"

Ye Susu reached out and touched.

Ice cream residue...

"cough."

Song Yiran glanced at her, then at Xiao Ye Xun who was in a hurry, and finally dropped his gaze to the window beside the bed.

There was a small slit in the window and it was not closed tightly.

Ye Susu's heart touched his voice.

But Song Yiran had led Ye Xun to turn around, as if he didn't see any abnormalities at all.

Ye Susu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Xun who came out of the room also gasped lightly.

The holidays passed quickly.

At least it seemed to Ye Susu.

In Ms. Song's hometown, the air is fresher than the city, and even the meat quality of the food is much better.

She felt that she had fallen into the rice tank, and she was enjoying every day.

Except for several fears that happened afterwards, for example, Little White Dog, ever since he entered the next room, he repeatedly wanted to try again, and kept lingering at the door of the next room.

This directly caused Song Yiran to look at the next door with increasing frequency.

Every time Ye Susu was extremely nervous, Ye Xun took the little white dog back quickly, educating him again and again not to pass.

But he himself took advantage of Song Yiran's carelessness, sneaking close to the door next door, putting his little hand on it, as if he was with his uncle.

Ye Xun kept Ye Susu from this action.

She saw it in the kitchen once.

Zai really missed Dad.

However, this father cannot see the light for the time being.

He was also spurned by Ms. Song.

Looking at the task of changing Song Yiran, Ye Susu felt melancholy not knowing how to proceed.

"Ms. Song, the people at Miaomiao restaurant will be here tomorrow. I ordered the ingredients, cough, and Evergrande will deliver the food, but I paid for it."

Ye Susu said, and put the knife in his hand.

Song Yiran was tossing the fish in her hands. Her daughter loves to eat fish now, and she has to think about it if she doesn't eat it for a day. Now she buys fish every day and makes them for her.

But when she heard the word Evergrande, the action of washing the fish in her hand stopped.

"Yeah. I have used that software. There was a heavy snowfall in the last two years, and I called it to deliver food home."

Song Yiran's expression was calm.

"Not bad and convenient."

Ye Susu blinked.

Is Ms. Song complimenting each other?

Ye Susu hesitated, but when she looked out the window, she saw the lonely figure of the cub outside, remembering that the snowmen that the cubs had piled up for the past two days and the father and son versions-because there are dimples.

She sighed slightly and guiltyly posted a sticker to Ms. Song's side.

"Well, this food delivery may be made by Cub Dad."

Song Yiran didn't move her eyelids.

Ye Susu snorted in his heart, but gritted his teeth and said again.

"Although he wasn't right back then, but he has to admit that his brain is still good, and things are OK."

"The food is not expensive and the quality is good. It solves the problem that many elderly, children and lazy people don't want to go out."

When Song Yiran heard this, her eyelids moved.

Ye Susu had good eyesight. She took three or four steps back when she saw it.

She was afraid that Ms. Song was still in anger, so she wanted to beat her.

But Song Yiran glanced at her, turned off the faucet for washing the fish, and put the fish on the chopping board.

Ye Susu panicked, and was about to speak, but heard Ms. Song hum again.

"Indeed, the first time I used it, I also got a coupon. The fish bought that day was half the price cheaper than usual, and the delivery was fresh."

Ye Susu screamed, with a little courage on his face.

"Is it right? I didn't think it before, but now I find that Ye Xun has a little head like a father."

"Mom, you taught him first-grade maths these days. Did he learn all of them? I heard Zai Zai say that it is not difficult. He can remember it after hearing it once, and it is not too hard to do the questions. I thought of the answer."

Song Yiran gave her a heavy glance this time.

"Grandson, this is inherited from me."

Ye Susu: "......this, yes."

"Inherited from generation to generation," Song Yiran picked up the knife, flushed, her face was not pretty, "Your IQ depends on your dad, you don't like to use your brain, but your hands-on ability is fine, Ye Xun followed me."

Ye Susu smiled ugly.

Mortals are really complicated.

Is this going to be contested?

"No wonder, I was puzzled. I got a headache when I saw math problems. Why is it so powerful? It is not a problem to learn three lessons a day. It turns out that the math teacher's mind is inherited.

She glanced at Ms. Song's face, and quickly went back to make up.

"Possibly, when Zai Zai was in his mother's belly, he sneaked into your lecture notes for students. Not to mention elementary school, maybe he already knew the answer in advance for junior high school math."

Song Yiran finally couldn't help but slapped her on her body.

"What nonsense?"

But after returning home, her old face had already turned into a flower with a smile, and she was obviously photographed by Ye Susu's ass.

"Junior high school is still early."

Song Yiran spoke, actually thinking about the feasibility of this flattery.

"I wonder, next year or the year after, maybe I can really learn the content of the fifth grade of elementary school. Then there is the content of the preparatory class."

"But it's not in a hurry. The child allows him to play more. What age is the age. When he arrives in elementary school, he is afraid that he will not have time to study?"

Song Yiran was proud when she spoke.

It was obvious that Ye Xun was clever, she had seen it at the time, but she has become more and more profound after teaching this child the content of the textbook.

And the more she felt it, the more proud she was of this child and the more comforted she grew old.

After all, her daughter's inability to study has always been a pity for her old teacher.

In her life, she taught many students, but it was her own child's turn to take the exam.

When Song Yiran talked about education, she became excited.

She has retired long ago and has already resigned this time.

The enthusiasm for education can only be used with the children at home behind closed doors.

"His language is also okay. I tell him stories, and he can retell them. After reading the storybook, he can still remember the content."

Song Yiran slammed the knife on the fish's head, and said with emotion, "Originally, I thought that now that the child is going to take an exam, I want to give him supplementary lessons, and then go to a better elementary school when I have the opportunity.

Now it seems that this child is fine, and he can definitely pass the primary school entrance exam. "

She didn't say this, Ye Susu also observed it.

Song Yiran has recently studied harder than herself. Not only math textbooks, she also borrowed Chinese and English textbooks from her colleagues and came back to teach Ye Xun.

It turned out to be for the entrance exams for young children.

"Susu, you have to live up to it. I checked it online. I was going to be a child. Some parents have to interview parents. Parents have to do papers."

When Song Yiran said this, she was a little serious.

"The child is okay, don't drop the chain here, you take advantage of your lack of work, search for topics on the Internet, study more, and what textbooks you want, I will borrow them for you."

"Huh? I have to take an exam too?"

Ye Susu was stunned.

Before she knew it, Song Yiran's thoughts were taken astray.

Brush the small face directly.

"This, I can't, I won't."

She just wants to tear it up when she reads a book. This is a century-old habit brought from her bones.

It's too difficult for her to learn.

Song Yiran clicked and cut off the fish head.

The unstoppable hatred on the old face can't make steel.

My daughter is poor in learning and doesn't like to learn. This is nothing new!

It is true that she was delayed by that incident, but if she hadn't been for Ye Xun, she would be able to pass the 211 exam, which is also very doubtful.

Thinking of this, Song Yiran's eyes couldn't help but drift to the next door.

It is estimated that only that person will be able to test any questions for parents in the interview.

Counting on my own daughter is probably impossible.

Her eyes are complicated.

At this moment, I had to be thankful, but fortunately Ye Xun was not inherited from his mother's IQ.

When Ye Susu's face turned pale, he finally heard the system sound.

[Ms. Song's favorability for Dad Zai Zai has risen. 】

[Currently: 75%. 】

Ye Susu: "???"

Why is this inexplicably favorable?

She looked at Ms. Song blankly, and saw Ms. Song's disgusting expression just looking at her.

"I count on you to take the exam, but I really can't count on it anymore."

Ye Susu: "..."

okay!

Contrast it!

Her scum, already reflects the superiority of the child's father?

Song Yiran did have a good impression, her face looked good, "Today there are a lot of eggs, you can send a poached egg next door, and then take a bowl of stewed fish I made."

These are all good things to replenish the brain.

"Good."

Had it not been for Ye Susu's confirmation that she had done a good job of confidentiality, she would really doubt that Ms. Song already knew who was next door.

The next day, the sun was shining, and the birdsong could be heard early in the morning, and the sky was spotlessly blue.

Parked on the side of the road, a piece of paper was pasted in front of the glass of the driver's seat of a bus.

The big characters above are very eye-catching-Miaomiao Restaurant continues the front edge.

People who don't know, probably thought what the name of the crew was.

But it is not.

Zhang Leyue wears a red cap, like a little tour guide, holding a microphone, "have you all gotten in the car? Sit down, I'll start calling."

Writing a line of business is like a line.

This is the basic quality of screenwriters.

As long as you pay attention to observation and are willing to imitate, materials from all walks of life can go everywhere.

Zhang Leyue obviously had a request for his cosplay today.

But the bus was extremely noisy.

"Xiao Zhang, when can we arrive? Eleven o'clock in the group?"

"Who has motion sickness medicine, oops, I forgot to bring it."

"Li Duo is going to buy mineral water, Xiao Zhang, you call your name and so on."

"And the landscaper, go to the toilet in the next office building, he hasn't come back yet."

"By the way, three hours in the middle, can we go down to the toilet?"

This is like a tourist group going to tourist attractions!

Zhang Leyue is a little skeptical about life. Is this still a high-quality guest group for food? It's like an elderly group!

The lady who was sitting in the first row and wearing a sun hat stretched out a pampering hand with a bracelet towards him.

"Son, open the windows and doors for me here. It's a bit stuffy. The air in the car is not so good. Also, what about the bag you helped my mother hold? Spray me some sunscreen spray."

Zhang Leyue knows now.

The tour guide is not human.

He will also write a script next time to praise this great profession.

After finishing his work, he finally finished the call, sat on his seat, Zhang Leyue wiped the sweat from his forehead with the list paper.

But after wiping, he was taken aback.

Wait, wait...

Did he do a strange job for the boss’s wife again?