Such a young age, and his head is full of nonsense all day.
Must be not enough homework.
He asked Han Chuan to buy three sets of math competition questions for Bo Qingshan, and from the feedback, Bo Qingshan was quite happy at the time.
"Qingshan has a math competition coming up soon, he's studying hard, you shouldn't go looking for him to play."
"Oh? Really?"
Nan Jiaojiao asked lightly.
"Yeah."
Bo Yanching quietly took out his phone and sent a message to Han Che: "Enroll Bo Qingshan in a math class."
Han Che ???
Bo Qingshan was just sitting at home, and suddenly a tutoring class came from the sky. The next day, he brought Qianqian to Bo's office, and there he was, exchanging big eyes for small eyes with Nan Jiaojiao, who was lazing on the office sofa.
"Sister Jiaojiao, when did you come back?"
Bo Qingshan slid on his knees smoothly to Nan Jiaojiao.
She extended her hand, only to take Qianqian over, then kicked Bo Qingshan away just before he almost crashed into her.
