This is indeed his Zhao Guoqiang's child. He has a photo of himself when he was a child. This child looks exactly the same as him.

He had never brought him out, but everyone who had seen children joked that Goudan and him were printed on the same mold, and he was the seed of Zhao Guoqiang.

Of course he admitted this, but he didn't expect that this woman would become pregnant just once.

And he also believed that this woman did not have the courage to go with other men.

Does this child have any special talents?

He has been in the base for so long, and he knows the most clearly about this. I am afraid that this is not a genius with outstanding memory.

Then he was surprised to find that the child seemed to be different from when he came. His little waist was straight and his eyes were bright. Although his little hands were trembling, he still bravely looked at Principal Chen who was smiling at him.

I remember when I first came, I was really out of sight.

But apart from the initial surprise, he had no major fluctuations in his heart. The child didn't kiss him because he didn't like him either. Neither of the father nor his son seemed to have spoken, and he had never hugged him.

Zhao Guoqiang sat next to him without saying anything, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit weird.

Of course Chen Fen knew about the Zhao family, and she looked down on Zhao Guoqiang very much.

Forcibly suppressing the words she wanted to scold Zhao Guoqiang, she came here today not for this purpose, and now she is not the director of the office, and some of the family members of the family resident court are no longer under her control. She is now in charge of school work. If this child is really a talent, she must be trained in advance.

Talents must not be lacking at any time, and there is no gap.

She had understood this principle for a long time.

The test method is actually very simple. I first read a few ancient poems, and Chen Fen only read them once. The child retelled them very fluently and completely word-for-word.

Then he took out his pi in a very old-fashioned way.

However, because the child has never been to school or even went to kindergarten, he just doesn't know whether he recognizes Arabic numerals.

Qiao Qingyu found out after asking that, he realized that he knew numbers, but he had just met him for a few days and was taught by Li Mingguang.

He handed the child a piece of paper with the pi numbers written on it, and Chen Fen said in a gentle voice, "Goudan, try to remember these numbers, no matter what they do, see how much you can remember..."

Goudan took the paper, looked down with his head and then pointed it on it one by one with his little finger. During this period, the room was very quiet.

Zhao Guoqiang stood up a little loudly, and Chen Fen glared at him unhappily.

Zhao Guoqiang wanted to smoke a cigarette.

He is a little annoyed now. The child was really shocked by memorizing ancient poems just now. In fact, he is also very smart. Otherwise, how could he, a farmer without a background, be the squad leader of a small car team at the Tenghai Research Base?

In the special reserve team, he was responsible for the transportation team's cars. He had the best driving skills and the highest repair skills. He also could assemble them. He once formed three scrapped cars into a new car, and he also made second-class merit for this.

But he married a illiterate wife and gave birth to a child like a little rat. He always looked down on the mother and the mother.

However, I never expected that this child would refresh his cognition.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, he saw this child once when he was born and could walk. Qian Guizhi didn't tell anyone, nor did he talk about it, but Zhao Guoqiang himself knew it.

Before the mother and son stepped into the house, he and his son had only met three times.

What can we understand each other?

If it weren't for the similar face, walking on the street, he wouldn't know who was who.

But at this time, Zhao Guoqiang was also shocked while being irritated.

He sat honestly on the chair, staring at Goudan, who was afraid of him, but at this moment, looking at the numbers, the child seemed to have forgotten everything around him.

When the moon is in the middle of the sky, this assessment is over.

Maybe because he was nervous, maybe because he had just met Arabic numerals, maybe the child was still very young, and the time he had just come into contact with the world seriously was too short. The child was not very fluent in this number, but he memorized more than 300 decimal places.

This was beyond the expectations of Chen Fen and Qiao Qingyu.

The next step is to discuss going to school to get familiar with the school environment. After all, the child's growth environment is so bad that he doesn't even know what the school does.

It's not an exaggeration, because there is no school in their hometown, and he has never been out of the village where he was born. In that village, there is a health center in the brigade headquarters and a convenience store.

There is nothing else.

Next is to name the child.

The name should be chosen by his parents. No matter what, Zhao Guoqiang is also in the house. He is not a person and has this right.

But before he could think about it, the child looked up at Qiao Qingyu for some reason and said, "Aunt Qiao, please give me a name."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Guizhi next to him stood up in panic, looked at Qiao Qingyu in disbelief, and then looked at her son. At this moment, her eyes were confused and seemed to have no idea what was going on. Qiao Qingyu knew in her heart that this must have been remembering the dream she had, but Qiao Qingyu only knew nothing. She nodded and agreed, and then pretended to think here.

Chen Fen smiled and said, "Don't worry."

After a while, Qiao Qingyu clapped her hands, then half bent down, and said to Goudan with a smile, "Goudan, your name will be Zhao Yuan in the future."

Qian Guizhi's mind was buzzing, and she didn't know how she sent these two people out. Then she sat on the chair in a daze. Zhao Guoqiang showed a rare kind smile. Today his son gave him a face. I think it will be heard from the base tomorrow that Zhao Guoqiang's son Goudan is a genius.

This must be a genius. Not only does he have such a good memory, but he is still so sensitive to numbers.

There are more than 300 people, and only one person knows about 3.1415926.

Of course, this doesn't prove anything. He glared at Qian Guizhi, "Why don't you prepare your schoolbag for Goudan to go to school."

Qian Guizhi didn't know what to say. It seemed that this was the first time Zhao Guoqiang had said so much to her since she moved here.

But she didn't feel flattered.

But I couldn't tell what it felt like, and then the little boy's crisp voice rang in the room, "Mom, don't call me Goudan anymore. My name is Zhao Yuan, it was the name Aunt Qiao gave me."

"Okay, okay, mom doesn't call you Goudan, mom calls you Xiaoyuan, okay?" After all, you can't call your son with a name or surname.
Chapter completed!