Youshengxiao, He Bufan is seven years old.

Language has always been his strong subject, even the teachers praise him.

However, He Bufan has a serious bias in his subjects.

I don't understand. He Bufan has shown extraordinary comprehension and expression abilities since he was young, but he still struggles with simple addition and subtraction within a hundred.

Late at night, past eleven o'clock, the lights in my study are still on.

He Bufan counts his ten fingers over and over again, but still doesn't understand why eighteen plus eighteen is not equal to twenty-eight.

I also don't understand why there would be 4.5 grandmas on a bus, ants move at a speed of 360 kilometers per hour, and Mom can eat 68 steamed buns in one meal.

While I was teaching He Bufan, a roar of frustration came from the building across the street: "What's their relationship? Ah, tell me! What exactly is their relationship!"

A sense of gossip flashed in my eyes as I leaned closer to the window.

Then I heard the other person continue to shout, "They are each other's additive inverses!"

Well, it's another parent driven crazy by tutoring homework.

However, He Bufan's state didn't last too long.

He focused on the teacher and fully embraced the spirit of seeking knowledge without shame, following the math teacher every day to ask questions.

By the time he reached the third grade, with his brain development taking another step, he had already mastered addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, which had previously strained our mother-son relationship.

Xiaoshengchu, Chushenggao.

He Bufan's growth was smooth all the way.

Before the age of ten, I could still consider myself a mature adult, barely keeping up with his pace.

After the age of ten, children are like spring onions in the field, growing taller in the blink of an eye.

Even the legendary period that drives parents crazy, adolescence, didn't give me much trouble.

He Bufan was probably a muskrat in his past life, always emotionally stable.

After high school, he started living on campus, and we only met once a week.

During his absence, I continued my laid-back life and opened a small café near home, spending my days petting cats in the shop.

I don't demand academic achievements from He Bufan, nor do I insist on him attending prestigious universities. I just hope he reads more and becomes sensible, so that he can find a job to support himself in the future.