Chapter 909

Bastard, the position is wrong!

After the second episode, "The Myth of the Stone," aired, the rating of "Ultraman Tiga" rose to 8.8.

The third episode, "The Devil's Prophecy," rose to 9.0.

And the fourth episode, "Halloween Night," will be aired today!

"Brother, let's play together tonight!"

At the entrance of a certain elementary school, a little boy reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of his friend wearing glasses and laughed strangely.

"I'm going to cram school later, so annoying. I can only watch the updated Tiga tomorrow."

"Eh? I watched one episode of Tiga and went back to brush 'Bleach.' It feels not cool at all compared to the Zangetsu swords. I was really handsome when Aizen shouted the liberation words!"

"Then you're losing out. Tiga starts to exert its strength from the second episode. You'll regret not watching it for a lifetime."

The boy wearing glasses said seriously:

"Must watch it after going back!"

This look was very much like those JOJO fans who proselytized in his past life.

"Oh oh..."

Similar conversations to the above happened in many schools, companies, and residential areas.

After returning home, the boy sat on the chair and prepared to follow his friend's suggestion and start catching up from the second episode.

The opening theme of Tiga, "Miracle Reappearance," soon rang out; this is probably the song where Jay Chou enunciates the clearest.

However, before the opening theme finished playing, the boy suddenly heard footsteps coming from the hallway at the door.

He knew who was back without looking.

However, before he could pick up the remote control to turn off the TV, that figure, who was like a ghost in the child's eyes, had already walked through the door.

"Xiao Ming, have you finished your homework?"

A young mother around 30 years old asked, frowning.

"Mom, I just came back from school, can I write it tomorrow?"

The boy said with a mournful face.

"No, hurry up and finish your homework. Mom signed you up for an Olympiad math cram school; you'll report there the day after tomorrow."

Hearing his mom's words, the boy's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth to refute, but when he met his mother's eyes, the suppression from his bloodline made him swallow the words that had just reached his throat, and he unwillingly opened the computer and started writing his homework.

Olympiad math?

What's the use of learning that?

I heard from the neighbor's brother that the math learned from childhood to adulthood, except for addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, nothing else is useful.

Since that's the case, why can't I watch TV and play soccer?

The above situation happens in families of all classes in the Dragon Kingdom.

On Sunday, the boy came to the cram school to report as his mother requested.

When he arrived at the classroom and sat down, because he came early, there weren't many students in the classroom.

"Just like sunlight passing through the dark night, dawn quietly passing the horizon..."

The familiar opening theme echoed in his ears. The boy turned his head and found a boy of the same age sitting in the back row, holding a mobile phone in one hand and biting a fried dough stick in the other, staring at the screen with relish.

"Brother, how about watching together?"

The boy asked, his eyes shining.

"Sure, are you also a fan of Tiga?"

The boy sitting in the back row asked back in a friendly way.

"Uh... actually, I'm a fan of Aizen."

The boy smiled embarrassedly, but hurriedly explained:

"But I also quite like Tiga."

"No problem, no problem, anyway, it's all played by Da Gu, let's watch together. I originally wanted to watch it during class, but it's too late."

"Eh? Isn't that a bit of a waste of your parents' money?"

"I don't want to attend this damn Olympiad math at all. I like Chinese, I like reading 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' but my dad said liberal arts can't make money in the future and sent me to this ghost place!"

The boy with the mobile phone said indignantly.

The boy patted him on the shoulder, sympathizing with each other.