Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

Ye Susu sat cross-legged on the bed.

After studying the task, she felt a little lonely in her heart.

The little cub is a big boy now, and he is looking for his best friend, not for his mommy.

But that's normal, as the kitten grows up, he has to go to new places, open up new territories, take on younger brothers, and become the leader of the cat king himself.

If you stay with your mommy all the time, you won't get anywhere.

Ye Susu lamented, scratching her head, "Then let's make Ms. Song like catnip first."

But just after concluding what to do, the sound of slippers outside approached again.

"Susu, is Ye Xun's little slipper in your room? The child ran out without shoes."

As she spoke, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Song Yiran appeared in the doorway, and beside her was Ye Xun's little boy, who was in a hurry.

He was holding her by the horns, looking like he wanted to stop her, but he didn't know what to do.

Ye Susu pinches the wrapping paper of the cute little cub in her hand, hides it behind her back temporarily, and picks up the little cub's slipper under the bed with her other left hand.

"Nah, here it is." Song Yiran took it and put it on the floor.

Song Yiran took it and put it on the floor, letting Ye Xun put it on.

Just as she was about to speak, she looked over at Ye Susu.

"Is that milk foam at the corner of your mouth?"

Ye sooooo ah reach out and touch.

Ice cream scraps ......

"Song Yiran looked at her, then at the anxious little Ye Xun.

Song Yiran looked at her, then at the anxious little Ye Xun, and finally set her eyes on the window beside the bed.

The window was open with a slit, not closing tightly.

Ye Susu's heart was in her throat, but Song Yiran was already holding Ye Susu's hand.

But Song Yiran had already taken Ye Xun and turned around, as if she didn't see anything unusual at all.

Ye Susu breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Xun, who was leaving the room, also breathed a sigh of relief.

The vacation day passed quickly.

At least in Ye Susu's opinion.

In Ms. Song's hometown, the air was fresher than in the city, and even the meat quality of the food was much better.

She felt like she had fallen into a rice jar, and every day went by in a good way.

Except for a couple of subsequent episodes of apprehension, such as the little white dog, which had been in the next room once and wanted to try again, hovering at the door of the next room all the time.

This directly caused Song Yiran to look to the next door with increasing frequency.

Every time Ye Susu was extremely nervous, Ye Xun quickly brought the little white dog back and taught it not to go over there again and again.

But he himself took advantage of Song Yiran's inattention to sneak up to the next door again and again and put his little hand on it, as if he was with his uncle.

This action, Ye Xun hid it from Ye Su Su.

She was the one who peeked in the kitchen once.

The cub really missed his daddy.

However, this father could not see the light of day for the time being.

He is still spurned by Ms. Song.

Ye Susu looked at the task of making Song Yi Ran change her mind, a little at a loss as to how to do it, and was despondent.

"Ms. Song, the people from Meow Meow Restaurant will be arriving tomorrow, I ordered the ingredients, ahem, Hengda delivered the food, but I paid for it."

Ye Susu said, and put the knife in her hand on hold.

Song Yiran is tossing the fish in her hand, her daughter now loves to eat fish, a day without eating it will be a heartbeat, she is now day to day buy fish back, personally cooked for her to eat.

But when she heard the word Evergrande, the action of washing the fish in her hands stopped.

"Hmm. I also used that software, and two years ago, there was a big snowstorm, so I shouted that food delivery to my home."

Song Yiran's expression was calm.

"It's not bad, convenient."

Ye Susu blinked.

Ms. Song was praising the other party?

Ye Susu was hesitant, but when she looked out the window, she saw the lonely figure of the cubs outside, and remembered the snowman the cubs had made in the past two days and the father and son versions - because both had dimples.

She sighed a little and stuck close to Ms. Song with a guilty conscience.

"Well, this delivery dish is probably made by the cub's father."

Song Yiran didn't even move her eyelids.

Ye Susu's heart thudded, but bit her teeth and said again.

"Although he wasn't quite right back then, I have to admit that he's still got a good head on his shoulders, and he can do things pretty well."

"The food delivery is not expensive, the quality is good, and it solves the problem of many old people and children who don't want to go out with lazy people."

Song Yiran's eyelids moved when she heard this.

Ye Susu has good eyesight, she saw it at once and took three or four steps back.

She was afraid that Ms. Song was still angry and the words were looking for a fight.

But Song Yiran turned off the faucet that was washing the fish with one glance, and put the fish on the cutting board.

Ye Susu panicked and was about to say something, but then she heard Ms. Song hmph again.

"Indeed, the first time I used it, I even got a coupon. That day, I bought fish and meat at half the usual price, and the food was delivered fresh."

Yessusu exhaled, a little faint little courage on her face.

"Right, right? I hadn't thought of it before, but now I've noticed that Ye Xun cub, with his little head like his father."

"Mom, did he learn all the elementary grade math you taught him these days? I heard from my cub that it wasn't hard at all. He could remember the questions after hearing them once, and he didn't have to work hard at all.

Song Yiran gave her a heavy slant this time.

"Grandson this is inherited from me."

Ye Susu: "............ this, is."

"Song Yiran picked up the knife and flushed it down the drain, but her face didn't look too good. "Your IQ follows your father's. You don't like to use your brain, but you can use your hands.

Ye Susu smiled ugly.

Mortals are really complicated.

Do we have to fight for this too?

"No wonder, I was wondering, I get a headache when I see a math problem, why is the little cub so good? It's not a problem to learn three lessons a day, but it turns out that she inherited her math teacher's brain."

She had a good look at Ms. Song's face and quickly traced it back.

She said, "Maybe the pup peeked into your lecture notes when he was in his mother's womb. He knows the answers to the questions in advance," Song Yiran said.

Song Yiran finally couldn't resist and snapped at her.

"What nonsense is that?"

But beating it back, her old face had smiled into a flower, apparently flattered by Yessusu's ass.

"Junior high school is still a little early."

Song Yiran opened her mouth, and was actually thinking about the feasibility of this flattery.

"I figured that next year or the year after, I might really be able to learn the content of the fifth grade of elementary school. Then there's the content of the preparatory class."

"But there's no hurry. The child should be allowed to play more and do whatever he wants at any age.

Song Yiran spoke with pride.

Ye Xun's intelligence was evident to her at the time, but recently, as she taught the child the contents of the textbook, she felt it more and more deeply.

The more she felt, the more proud she was of this child, and the more gratified she became.

After all, her daughter's inability to read has always been a regret for her as an old teacher.

She had taught many students in her life, but when it was her own child's turn, she had a hard time with the exams.

When Song Yiran talked about education, she became excited.

She retired long ago and resigned this time.

Now, her passion for education can only be used on her family's children behind closed doors.

"I've read the story to him, but he can retell it, and he still remembers the content of the storybook."

Song Yiran knocked the knife on the fish head and also lamented, "Originally, I thought that the child would be able to make up for the exams in the elementary school, so I wanted to go to a better elementary school when I had the chance.

Now it seems that this child is fine, he can definitely pass the elementary school entrance exam."

She didn't say this, but Ye Susu also observed.

Song Yiran has been studying harder than herself lately, not only for her math textbooks, but also for her language and English textbooks, which she borrowed from her colleagues and came back to tell Ye Xun.

It turned out to be for the ECE entrance exam.

"I looked it up on the Internet, and I found that some parents have to be interviewed for the ECE entrance exam, and some parents have to do the paperwork too."

Song Yiran said here, but she got a bit serious.

"I've been looking online for topics to learn more about, and I'll lend you any textbooks you want."

"Ah? Do I have to take the test too?"

Ye Susu was stunned.

Without realizing it, she was led astray by Song Yiran.

The little face went directly white.

"This, I can't, I can't."

She just wanted to tear it up when she read a book, a century-old habit brought from her bones.

It's too hard for her to learn.

Song Yiran clicked a knife and cut off the fish head.

I can't stop the hatred on my old face.

It's not a new thing that daughters are bad at studying and don't like to study!

It is true to say that she was delayed by that incident, but without Ye Xun, it is doubtful that she would have been able to get into a 211.

When she thought of this, Song Yiran's eyes couldn't help but drift to the next door.

The parents' interview for the Early Childhood Elementary School, if they really want to test any topic, only that person can do it.

I don't think I can do that.

Her eyes were complicated.

This second, have to be happy, fortunately, Ye Xun is not genetic mother's intelligence.

And when Ye Susu's little face was white, she also finally heard the system tone.

[Ms. Song's favorable impression of the cub's father is rising.]

【Current: 75%.]

Ye Susu: "???"

Why is this somehow favorable?

When she looked blankly at Ms. Song, she saw a look of disgust on Ms. Song's face, which was also directed at her.

"I'm counting on you to take the exam, and I really can't."

Yessusu: "............"

Yes!

Contrast out the good feelings!

Has she already demonstrated the superiority of her child's father?

Song Yiran was really impressed, and her face looked better. "There are a lot of eggs today, so send a fried egg over to the next door, and bring a bowl of fish stew I made."

These are good things for the brain.

"Okay bla."

If Ye Susu hadn't made sure she kept the secret well, she would have wondered if Ms. Song already knew who was next door.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and early in the morning the sound of birdsong could be heard, and the sky was spotlessly blue.

Parked on the side of the road, a piece of paper was attached to the driver's seat glass of the bus.

On it were a few bold words - "Meow Meow Restaurant renewed its previous relationship.

If you didn't know, you might have thought that this was the name of a movie crew.

But it wasn't. Zhang Leyue was wearing a scarlet-colored dress.

Zhang Leyue, wearing a red cap and holding up a microphone like a little tour guide, said, "Is everyone on the bus yet? Sit down and I'll start the roll call."

To write a career, you have to look like a career.

That's a fundamental quality of screenwriting.

As long as one is observant and willing to imitate, material from all walks of life can be found everywhere.

Zhang Leyue's own cosplay today, obviously brought requirements.

But the bus was incredibly noisy.

"Xiao Zhang, what time can we arrive? The group says eleven o'clock?"

"Who has car sickness pills, oops, I forgot to bring them."

"Lido has gone to buy mineral water, Xiao Zhang, wait by name."

"And the landscaper, go to the bathroom in the office building next door, he hasn't come back yet."

"Right, the middle drive is three hours, can we come down to use the bathroom?"

It's practically like a tour group going into a tourist attraction!

Zhang Le Yue is a little skeptical of life, is this still a group of high-quality eaters who have joined the food? It's like a senior citizen group!

The dame sitting in the first row with a sun hat extended a pampered hand with a bracelet towards him.

"Son, open the window here for me. It's a little stuffy, and the air in the car isn't very good. And where's the bag you're holding for mom? Give me some more sunscreen spray."

Zhang Le Yue now knew.

Tour guides are not human beings.

He should write a script next time to praise this great profession.

When he finished his work, he finally finished the roll call and took his seat, Zhang Leyue wiped the sweat from his forehead with the list paper.

But after wiping, he just froze.

Wait, wait, wait. ......

Is he quietly doing strange work for the boss's wife again?