Pastel Colours

Early this morning, Songran was lying on the bed and swiping Weibo, and she found a piece of news about the "Kenya Sperm Harvesting Group". She immediately held her mobile phone to Mr. He's side and showed him badly, still there. Sighed.

Mr. He patted his head and revealed my scars again.

Songran quickly argued: No, no, I want to praise you. Look at the first article of the hot review: "Key points: Outstanding genes, handsome men with good bodies"! We, Mr. He, are men with excellent genes and handsome bodies!

He Zhiyuan said "um": Reluctantly, I still like to hear these words.

Songran's eyes lit up: Why don't we test your genetic quality?

He Zhiyuan: How to check?

Songran: Of course it is calling your genetic sample.

Then he shouted: Bu-Bu -! Cloth-cloth -!

Bubu poked his head and came in: Brother?

Songran beckoned: baby boy, come, memorize a multiplication table for my brother.

Bubu jumped onto the bed and began to recite obediently: One is one, one two is two, one three is three... Seven nine sixty three, eight nine seventy two, nine nine eighty one!

Songran nodded in satisfaction: Very good. How much is five times eight?

Boob: Forty!

Songran: How much is fifteen times seven?

Boob: One hundred and five!

Songran: How much is thirty-five times six?

Bubu and his father looked at each other, raised a small eyebrow, and deliberately answered clearly: One hundred and eighty!

Songran gave a thumbs up to Mr. He: full marks passed, good genes!

Mr. He smiled and asked him: How much is thirty-five times six?

Song Ran:...

Mr. He: How much is it?

Songran was a little embarrassed: No... isn't it one hundred and eighty?

Bubu laughed, hugging his belly and rolled under the bed.