Help! I became a hot mom and taught my husband to be a bad kid

Su Tingxi's passion was interrupted and he lost interest. He got dressed, got out of bed and opened the door.

"Dad, the math test paper hasn't been signed yet." Su Yuze held up the test paper to cover his head and secretly looked at Su Tingxi.

His little hands were shaking a little as he rolled up the part where the score was written.

But the whole page is filled with red crosses!

Su Tingxi snatched the test paper and unfolded it, and the sound became sharp.

"34 points?!"

Lan Jia was shocked and realized that her body temperature was almost the same as this score.

Suddenly he smiled again. This was the fulfillment of his online wish. It was retribution!

Before she traveled through time, she was very busy with her internship, and her only leisure time was to watch short videos to relieve stress. She often watched those videos that said "Pupils are everywhere in the world, but bitter melons are grown in the family", and she would laugh like a fool while complaining mercilessly:

"These are elementary school teachers and middle school teachers. If a university professor took one, I would be really impressed."

After leaving the message, she still felt unsatisfied and added another comment: "Teacher from a prestigious university."

During the interview, she jokingly asked Su Tingxi a similar question. The man thought about it calmly and answered her seriously.

"According to the theory of mean reversion, it's entirely possible that my child will have poor academic performance, but the probability is relatively small."

Sure enough, this is more effective than the turtle in the wishing well.

She quickly put on her clothes, rushed to the door, grabbed Su Tingxi's raised hand, pushed him into the bedroom and closed the door.

Even though he was usually handsome, elegant, and gentle, and had managed to remain calm in the face of his son's poor academic performance before, today he was extremely abnormal. He couldn't help but fly into a rage and turned into a manic beast.

Lan Jia has no experience as a mother and doesn't know how to raise a child.

But I have made up my mind that I must never hit my children.

The child just wasn't good at studying, and that wasn't a big deal. She had always felt that people came in many shapes and sizes, and that not everyone could be a top student, just as not everyone could be wealthy.

Su Yuze stood against the wall, his father's hand still lingering, and he opened his eyes and raised his head.

Only then did Lan Jia match the vague impression of her beloved son with the handsome boy in front of her. Although he was wearing a vest and shorts, he looked like a little prince from a fairy tale.

Her fair skin is as delicate as mutton-fat jade, and her bright big eyes are like deep lakes, sparkling with curiosity and intelligence.

Just based on these clear and bright eyes, who could believe that he was a kid who could only get 34 points in math?

Under the straight nose bridge was a pink little mouth, and slowly uttered words, "I'm sorry, Mom, for waking you and Dad. I was asleep, but I was awakened by a dream and then I remembered that I still had a math test paper to sign."

"Mom, I've improved this time! I'm second to last, Wang Yifan only got 33 points!"

His voice is clear and loud, a true legacy inherited from his mother, the anchor.

While Lan Jia was on a business trip, Su Yuze scored 57 points on the Chinese exercise paper, ranking last in the class, so he said he had made progress.

Lan Jia picked up the test paper that Su Tingxi had crumpled up on the ground, turned around and pulled her son into his room, "Then our Xiaoze has made progress."

"Mom, hit me." Su Yuze sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his right hand.

Lan Jia pulled a chair over and sat opposite him, "Why did mom hit you?"

"You said that if I fail the test, I will be beaten as many times as the number of points I am short of." He rolled his eyes several times, trying to calculate how many times he would be beaten, but he made mistakes in addition and subtraction of single digits, so how could he do calculations with two-digit numbers?

"I don't know how many times I should hit you, Mom, just hit me."

For just one unit test, he got spanked more than twenty times. That’s unbearable. His little hands must be swollen.

"Ozawa, come."

Lan Jia pulled her son over and held him in her arms. "Let's see why we only got 34 points."

Su Yuze curled his lips and whispered, "Stupid."

In the past, when his parents pushed him too hard to study and he couldn't learn, Su Yuze would call himself stupid, and Lan Jia and her husband would get mad and their tone would turn manic. The child would be easily frightened and make more mistakes...

It's a vicious cycle.

Lan Jia really doesn't like to hear this word. She is a top student, but she is not an all-rounder. She can be said to be an idiot in sports. When she was a child, she was often called "stupid" and she always fought back harshly.

She kissed her son. Mm, his soft little face felt good. "When you were learning to swim, you only needed to do the back float twice to master it. Which little cutie is that good? You were even the first kid in the class to learn radio gymnastics."

"But..." The little guy stared at the score on the math test, not knowing how to express it. "Teacher Xie said that she has taught two classes of students and has never seen anyone get such a low score."

"Records are meant to be broken. Didn't she see that today?"

Su Yuze left his mother's arms and smiled, "Hey, Mom, I also replied to Teacher Xie in the same way, 'You will see it today'"

"Is Teacher Xie very angry?" Lan Jia held her forehead with her hand. Her precious son had a little self-esteem, but it didn't seem like much. He was good at arguing with people, and he could resolve his problems on his own.

"Yeah, but I made Teacher Xie laugh, and the whole class laughed along, with Wang Yifan laughing the loudest. He's the king of cockiness. I ignored him until school was over."

"Xiao Ze, it's too late today. Let me sign for you first and we can talk about it tomorrow."

Lan Jia quickly glanced through the test paper. First-grade math is just simple addition and subtraction, comparing sizes, etc. 34 points is indeed shocking. She signed her name and date in the upper left corner of the test paper.

"Mom, you really won't hit me anymore?"

"Of course not, Xiaoze just didn't do well in the exam." She stroked her son's face and said gently, "Mom won't hit Xiaoze anymore, okay?"

"Really?"

"real."

"You won't fight me even if I get the last place in the exam?"

"Do not hit!"

"Being naughty, you won't be beaten?"

"Please ask the parents not to hit me?"

"Climb up the roof and remove the tiles?"

"you……"

"Hey, Mom, I can't even climb a tree, how can I climb up the roof and tease you?"

He suddenly hugged Lan Jia's waist and buried his little face in her belly, "Mom, you have changed. I like you like this."