"I don't want to..." Chongchong was about to cry without tears.
What artist wants to be ridiculed?
"Then obediently come to my house to study." Chenchen's voice was undeniable.
So that evening, Chongchong tied a "Go for it" headband on her forehead, diligently writing under the lamp.
Sitting next to her was a boy as fair as jade, quietly watching her.
"Chenchen, I think this question is a bit difficult." The little girl suddenly put down her pencil and pointed at the question in the notebook.
The question was like this—
There are ten birds on a tree. After a hunter shoots one, how many birds are left on the tree?
"You can't even do this simple 10-1=9 question?" Chenchen couldn't help but give her a look.
This idiot!
But Chongchong shook her head in disagreement, "If I use your way of calculating, I definitely can, but I think the answer shouldn't be nine."
"Why?"
Chenchen crossed his arms, looking at her.
