Chapter 81

Chen Yun, who was thinking about becoming the king, took good care of the patient for the next two days.

Song Fenglin rarely fell ill, but this was like a sudden onset of illness, with his body temperature fluctuating around 38 degrees.

But perhaps because of its strong vitality, it quickly returned to normal.

He was fine, and Chen Yun could breathe a sigh of relief and went to the store after many days.

Before leaving, Song Fenglin proposed to go with her. After being rejected, he was visibly disappointed and followed her with his eyes eagerly.

But Chen Yun will not change his mind. After all, even if it is not for his own health, he has to consider the health of his customers.

But seeing his pitiful look, he said, "I'll try to come back early."

Song Fenglin felt a little comforted: "Okay, take your time."

He thought about what he should do today.

Chen Yun seemed to have expected it. After putting on her shoes, she turned around and warned: "You are not allowed to do housework today. You can only rest."

Song Fenglin couldn't disobey her, and he was also afraid that fitness would cause other illnesses. After she left, he strolled around the living room in boredom and opened the "High School Mathematics" that he hadn't finished reading last time.

Recalling the past, those were glorious years.

The words "high school mathematics" are actually a very beautiful memory for him. After all, it is always easier for people to gain a sense of accomplishment in the field they are good at. This love even influenced his application for college admissions at one point - he thought at the time that the Computer Science Department was a small branch of the School of Mathematics.

It was not until he entered university that he realized that his talent was not enough to become a mathematician.

However, after finishing this year's college entrance examination mathematics paper, he began to doubt his memory, wondering if these were really the things he had mastered back then?

Out of curiosity, he took photos of the last two questions and sent them to his university classmates group: [Is there anyone who can do this now? 】

Those who are at work are slacking off, and those who are not at work are playing with their cell phones.

Everyone responded immediately, each showing off their own unique abilities, and in the end no one knew who started talking about the children's education issues.

One classmate filled the screen with tearful emojis: [My daughter scored 67 in the final math exam]

Another replied: [Be content, my son only scored in the single digits]

In today's terms, everyone in the group is a top student, but things like genetic inheritance seem to have no rules at all. Even if Song Fenglin turned the filter to the maximum, there is currently no sign of genius in the two children.

He was unconsciously swept up in the atmosphere of pushing his children to study harder during the discussion on this topic. After putting his phone down, he gradually came to his senses and felt that it would be easier to learn on his own.

After all, it's something I've learned, and I can vaguely feel it again after more than ten years.

Song Fenglin was listening to an online class while doing his homework, and his back looked like he was writing furiously.

As soon as Chen Yun came home from get off work, she heard chattering coming from the direction of the study.

She heard words like function before she got close. She was attacked by horrific memories and didn't want to take a step forward. She raised her voice: "I thought you were sleeping."

Song Fenglin pressed the pause button and poked his head out of the study: "I couldn't sleep, and my waist hurt from lying down."

Seeing his excited face, he probably wasn't seriously injured.

Chen Yun just couldn't figure out what was so fascinating about mathematics, and blinked: "Okay, then you learn it."

She was back, so what was the point of mathematics? Song Fenglin slowly moved over: "Let's continue tomorrow."

He added: "Order takeout in the evening to save yourself the trouble."

Chen Yun: "I didn't prepare any big meal for you."

Song Fenglin was sick, and the meals for the past two days were very light.

He was not a picky eater, but he couldn't resist his wife ordering takeout every day and said, "I want to eat crayfish, too."

The word "also" was used very well.

Chen Yun’s eyes widened: “How do you know?”

Song Fenglin: “A shrimp head fell under the dining table.”

Dining table? Chen Yun only squatted down to look at it now, but it was already too late.

She said, "I ate it secretly because I was afraid you would be greedy."

Song Fenglin: "If I can't eat it, I can peel the shell for you."

He actually swallowed his saliva while speaking. Chen Yun couldn't help but tease him: "Okay, then just peel the shell and don't eat it."

Song Fenglin swallowed his saliva again. He felt sorry for missing out on the crayfish again, but he was obviously unable to resist when faced with the delicious food. His eyes were fixed on it, and he pretended not to be looking at it at all.

Chen Yun couldn't stop laughing: "Eat it, eat it. People who don't know would think I'm abusing you."

Song Fenglin: "You are doing this for my own good. I know."

After saying that, he turned his head with great determination and cut ties with the crayfish.

Chen Yun peeled one and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat it."

Song Fenglin subconsciously bit it and mumbled: "I'll do it."

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do the job.

Chen Yun was so happy that she freed her hands and lowered her head to concentrate on playing with her phone.

Song Fenglin could only look at the top of her hair and didn't feel lonely at all.

He enjoyed himself and was even active in clearing the table after eating.

Chen Yun watched him busying about and thought about what she had been researching these past two days: "What does people-pleasing personality mean?"

She only knew that there was such a thing before, and her understanding of it was no more than that of quantum mechanics. After searching again and again, she could not completely match Song Fenglin with this term.

Because he is very principled towards others, he never gave in when his daughter threw a tantrum when she was young.

But he treated Chen Yun with all his might, as if she were fragile glass, and handled her with care, even wishing he could wrap her up with ten rolls of plastic wrap. That deep-rooted cautious attitude would not change because of her few words.

After ten years of marriage, Chen Yun always thought that Song Fenglin was under her control. Only today did she realize that perhaps she knew too much about his inner world, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

Seeing that she was frowning, Song Fenglin asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yun raised her head slightly and said, "I'm thinking about life."

It sounded a bit nonsensical, but very much her style.

Song Fenglin: "Then do you want to think while eating fruit?"

Chen Yun nodded and shook her head, and held up two fingers: "I've gained two pounds."

Song Fenglin replied: "You can't tell."

He also praised her for still being the most beautiful girl in the world.

These words did not comfort Chen Yun much, but instead aroused her enthusiasm. She slammed the table and said, "I declare that I will start losing weight tomorrow."

Why tomorrow? Because she also ordered a cup of milk tea on the way.

Song Fenglin smiled knowingly, but his wife accused him of being teased and tickled, and sent him to the study room to reflect on his mistakes in front of the computer.