FMLB Chapter 95

Chapter 95- Math Problems

 

After Shui Xirui collected the plates from her side of the infants, she walked over to He Ruge’s area, somewhat surprised. 

 

“Hmm, is he looking at you? It’s strange; this little rabbit usually ignores people.”

 

With ruby ​​eyes only fixed on He Ruge, it was like an old-fashioned machine, slow and methodical, with He Ruge’s calling “Ruan Ruan” being the only ignition switch.

 

“Ruan Ruan?” He Ruge called again.

 

The little rabbit blinked, its expression still, as if it had lost its soul, leaving only an empty shell.

 

“Did you name him Ruan Ruan? Why call him that?” Shui Xirui asked curiously from the side.

 

“Don’t you think his fur looks very soft?” He Ruge casually found an excuse.

 

Shui Xirui reached out to touch the little rabbit’s back, conquered by its softness. She nodded in agreement, smiling as she echoed, “Ruan Ruan~”

 

However, the little rabbit showed no response to Shui Xirui’s call. It remained like a delicate plush toy, quietly sitting on the chair, its ruby eyes reflecting only He Ruge’s figure.

 

Shui Xirui took away the plates from He Ruge’s area, gave them to the cleaning machine, then turned to He Ruge, who was still standing in front of the little rabbit. 

 

“Everyone has finished dessert, so we can start doing homework now.”

 

He Ruge then came back to his senses. The afternoon homework mainly consisted of arithmetic problems. Each desk had a switch, and when pressed, a light screen appeared for solving problems. The questions were randomly selected from the question bank, ensuring that each infant received different questions to prevent cheating.

 

“The little rabbit you named Ruan Ruan doesn’t react to the outside world and won’t attempt the questions even if they are presented. We can ignore him. And then there’s Xiong Xin Hao sitting in the last row; his mind struggles with difficult arithmetic problems. Later, when doing the questions, you can go help him.” 

 

Shui Xirui transferred the flower roster and the infants’ personal information to He Ruge’s light brain. Besides their names and species, the personal information also included Shui Xirui’s homeroom comments, mainly her evaluation of the infants’ personalities.

 

After Shui Xirui announced the start of the homework, the infants pressed their switches to answer the questions on their own. He Ruge glanced at the questions and found that they were addition and subtraction problems within 100. 

 

The questions were not just equations but also had a descriptive context. For example, there were 49 cakes, Little Squirrel ate 5 cakes, Little Fox ate 6 cakes, how many cakes are left?

 

There were a total of five similar arithmetic problems. He Ruge noticed that the infants were quite fast in solving them, able to finish in seven to eight minutes with high accuracy.

 

However, Shui Xirui said they should allocate twenty minutes for the task, “because it’s not about the fastest group but the slowest individual.”

 

Although the snake baby named Qiu Menggu couldn’t see, she couldn’t escape the afternoon practice questions, as her questions appeared in audio format, and she could respond verbally.

 

He Ruge walked from the first row to the last row. In the last row, there was a pair of desk mates, a little black bear, and a sloth baby. The sloth baby lay on the desk, lazily looking at the questions. 

 

His eyes moved extremely slowly; the time he took to read one question was equivalent to what others took for three.

 

When the sloth baby finally finished reading the questions, he slowly raised his paw and moved it at a turtle’s pace to the correct answer.

 

He Ruge seemed to understand who Shui Xirui referred to as the slowest infant. Twenty minutes for this sloth baby was probably like eternity.

 

The sloth baby seemed to finally notice He Ruge standing beside him. He slowly raised his head and smiled slowly at He Ruge. 

 

He Ruge couldn’t help but smile back.

 

“Slow and steady wins the race,” He Ruge thought, charmed beyond measure.

 

As the sloth baby’s desk mate, the little black bear’s speed was equally impressive. What was even more touching was his low accuracy rate; he could only ensure that arithmetic problems within 20 were correct. This was because the sum of his front and back paws was only twenty fingers.

 

If the arithmetic problems within 20 were completed, then Xiong Xin Hao would borrow his desk mate’s paw. Even if the sloth baby lent him all four hands and feet, Xiong Xin Hao still couldn’t finish most of the arithmetic problems.

 

He Ruge tutored Xiong Xin Hao in arithmetic problems, but Xiong Xin Hao was extremely insensitive to numbers, and no matter how He Ruge explained, it was like talking to a brick wall.

 

Shui Xirui came over with a smile and said to He Ruge, “Teacher Xiao He, when I said ‘help,’ I meant lending your hand to Xiong Xin Hao.”

 

With the “help” of He Ruge, Shui Xirui, and the sloth baby, Xiong Xin Hao barely managed to finish the questions, although his accuracy was heart-wrenching.

 

With the help of the machine, Shui Xirui only needed to press a button to correct all the homework in the class. However, explaining the incorrect questions still required the teacher’s personal explanation.

 

He Ruge recalled a speculation he had once read, probably about which professions would be irreplaceable by machines in the future. The top two were psychologists and teachers.

 

Most of the infants were very clever, grasping things quickly, except for Xiong Xin Hao, who couldn’t be persuaded no matter what. 

 

A moss-green parrot, walking like an old man, approached Xiong Xin Hao and, with his dumb, cute, and innocent face, mercilessly mocked him, “Big idiot.”

 

Following behind the plump, feathered parrot was a grey-brown, long-legged bird, with an ordinary appearance like a chicken. Like a parrot, it echoed the mockery, “Big idiot.”

 

“How can you two insult people like this? If you keep insulting, you’ll go stand outside as punishment!” Shui Xirui roared again.

 

However, the two scolded chickens arrogantly returned to their seats, their paws rhythmically tapping on the floor, completely ignoring Shui Xirui’s criticism.

 

He Ruge felt like he was witnessing campus bullying: “…”

 

Shui Xirui, who was ignored by various infants every day: “…”

 

“These two troublemakers! It’s only because Xiong Xin Hao has a good temper; if it were another big guy, he would have fought with those two troublemakers long ago.” 

 

Shui Xirui patted the little black bear’s head sympathetically. Although the little black bear was clumsy, with poor academic performance, and always got himself dirty, he never actively provoked other kids, never disrupted classroom discipline, which made him a good boy in Shui Xirui’s eyes.

 

In Shui Xirui’s homeroom comment on Xiong Xin Hao, she wrote:

 

“Xin Hao is a child with a pure heart, with a mental age of only three or four years old. This might be due to congenital mental deficiencies or perhaps the result of accidental injuries later. When he first came to this class, he fiercely resisted everyone’s approach, and I was scratched by Xin Hao dozens of times. After a month of getting along, Xin Hao let go of his guard against me and everyone in Class 1.”

 

“What I remember most is during one bath day when Xin Hao, who usually allowed me to bathe him obediently, suddenly cried silently when he saw the unhealed scars on my arm.”

 

“This child cried with choked sobs, intermittently apologizing to me, ‘Teacher Shui, I’m sorry.'”

 

The little black bear, who was mocked as a big idiot, remained silent, lowering his head.

 

He Ruge also found the identities of the two troublemaking chickens from the flower roster and personal information provided by Shui Xirui. The moss-green parrot was Little Troublemaker No. 1, and the long-legged chicken was Little Troublemaker No. 2. 

 

These two little troublemakers were always talkative, loving to bicker, and every time they finished scolding someone, they would run away, which was really exciting.

 

They had amazing talent and inspiration in giving people nicknames, such as the nickname given to Xiong Xin Hao, including Big Idiot, Big Stupid, Coal Miner…

 

They also gave Shui Xirui various affectionate nicknames, such as Crybaby, Loudmouth, and more.

 

These two troublemaking chickens are so bad that they are better off being scolded by me. 

 

He Ruge looked at the fluffy backs of the two troublemaking chickens, coldly thinking.

 

Feeling a chill down their backs, the two troublemaking chickens turned their heads to meet He Ruge’s gaze. 

 

The parrot blurted out, “Gorgeous giggles.” In his mouth, “song-song” had become “giggles.”

 

The peacock chick wore the expression of an infatuated fan and shyly said, “Beautiful songs~”

 

He Ruge, who had easily won over the two troublemaking chickens with his looks, said sternly, “You two, no giving classmates nicknames next time, understand?”

 

The parrot shook his head, and the peacock chick nodded. When they realized their teammate’s reaction was different from theirs, the parrot immediately changed to nodding, while the peacock chick hesitated before shaking her head. Obviously, their tacit understanding was zero.

 

So the two troublemaking chickens started a silent war.

 

“Hahaha.” 

 

The sloth baby’s reflexes finally caught up with him, and he laughed at the little black bear, “They’re calling you a big idiot again, so bad.”

 

The little black bear, who had almost been comforted by Shui Xirui, lowered his head once again because of his teammate’s delayed blow.

 

He Ruge quickly reached out and patted the little black bear’s head, “Our Xin Hao is such a gentle child.” 

 

His voice was gentle and sincere, like the winter sun shining on the heart, brightening the dim eyes of the little black bear.

 

“Tonight, Teacher will secretly add honey to your dinner, okay?” Shui Xirui whispered super softly.

 

The little black bear nodded happily. So at dinner, he got a spoonful of honey.

 

After dinner, it was supposed to be half an hour of post-meal digestion, but because Shui Xirui had taken everyone to watch He Ruge’s live broadcast at six yesterday, today, when it hit six, the infants refused to move from their chairs, eagerly watching He Ruge, wanting to hear him tell stories and sing.

 

Under the gaze of the infants, He Ruge suddenly remembered his live broadcast task for tonight. He would be on the StarNet live platform’s recommended list for a week, so he needed to livestream for at least two hours every day this week to justify such a good recommendation.

 

Compared to other streamers, He Ruge seemed idle and lazy. Because when those popular streamers got on this recommended list, they would livestream at least seven to eight hours a day, not like He Ruge, who just sat and told stories. 

 

Instead, they would fight or wrestle live, playing hard for a whole week.

 

Sitting in front of a white wall, ensuring nothing would reveal his surroundings on camera, He Ruge made a quiet gesture to the watching infants and Shui Xirui, then started his DJ broadcast.