Chapter 227: This problem stumped Zhuzi

To let Zhuzi relax his guard, strive for a bit more time.

Lin Dongfan sent Zhuzi another message: "Zhu ye, I'm now going to the women's detention centre; getting Shen Bing released is a bit tricky, so give me a little more time."

Even if it's tricky, you have to do it; if you don't want your wife and kids to die in the delivery room, then just obediently release the person!

Zhuzi lay spread-eagled on the master bedroom's big bed, feeling utterly content.

What made him feel content wasn't just this wave of mini smoke grenades Lin Dongfan had released, but also the lingering feminine scent Wang Jing left on the bedding.

He inhaled deeply from the bedding, and Zhuzi was utterly intoxicated, comparable to having drunk half a catty of Red Star Erguotou.

The happiness of a single person is just this plain and simple.

As for how much longer he has to wait, he doesn't care.

He has plenty of time.

He firmly believed that everything was under his control; even if Lin Dongfan was born into a military compound, he would still have to yield obediently—this is the saying: bare feet don't fear those wearing shoes, look upon life and death lightly, and if you don't accept it, just fight!

Suddenly, a childish voice came from the doorway: "Teacher Wang, I can't solve this problem."

He looked up.

The little brat Dou dou stood at the door, one hand holding the test paper, the other holding a pencil.

This silly kid seems to have a habit of chewing on pencils.

His lips still bore a grayish-black lead stain.

Zhuzi sprang up with a carp flip, stepped forward and scolded Dou dou: "Didn't your mother teach you that chewing on pencils is useless? This stuff is toxic."

"I didn't chew."

Dou dou felt timid and hid his right hand holding the pencil behind his back.

Zhuzi patted Dou dou's little head and laughed: "You're even sillier than I was as a kid; I can tell at a glance you're not cut out for studying—hurry up and do your homework."

"I can't solve this problem."

"Which problem?"

"This one."

Dou dou picked up the test paper and pointed to the first sub-question of the seventh major question.

Zhuzi pushed up his glasses with his middle finger: "A first-grade elementary problem, any difficulty?" After taking the test paper and examining it closely, he instantly laughed—there's absolutely no difficulty at all.

It's a math calculation problem:

5 people drank 5 barrels of water in 5 days.

How many barrels of water would 10 people need in 10 days?

Zhuzi took Dou dou to the living room; the coffee table was a bit low, so he simply crossed his legs and sat on the floor to teach Dou dou the solution: "Look, 5 people drinking 5 barrels in 5 days means 1 barrel per day. Now the question asks how many barrels 10 people need in 10 days—10 is twice 5, so multiply by 2, which gives 10 barrels."

"When I took the exam, I wrote 10 barrels of water, but the math teacher said it was wrong."

"Wrong?"

Zhuzi's mind instantly filled with question marks—what's wrong? He stared at the paper for a while; there was indeed a big red cross, and the answer had been erased by Dou dou.

From the pencil marks, one could faintly see that this silly kid's answer had indeed been 10 barrels of water.

Five days, five barrels; ten days, ten barrels.

How could it be wrong?

The more Zhuzi looked, the more confused he became, his head turning into a tangled ball of thread; he really wanted to call Tie dan, the high school student far away in the Northeast, for outside help.

He also feared that his identity as a teacher would be exposed, which would be embarrassing.

This is a first-grade elementary problem, after all.

How could that be possible!

I've attended third grade elementary, plus thirty years of experience in the jianghu—how could I possibly not be able to solve a first-grade elementary problem? This is unscientific!

Zhuzi bit the pen and pondered bitterly.

Dou dou had been standing nearby, eyes wide, listening to the lecture, when he suddenly broke into a childish grin: "Teacher Wang, you also chew on pencils."

"I'm not chewing on pencils; I have a toothache."

"My teeth say I'm innocent, but my head really hurts."

Damn it!

What a lousy problem!

It's not even this hard to beat someone with a hammer!

Zhuzi put on a brave face to save his dignity: "Dou dou, problems like this test your brain; you have to think for yourself. If I just give you the answer, your brain will rot—do you understand?"

"I can't figure it out." Dou dou looked aggrieved.

Zhuzi felt overwhelmed: "Even if you can't figure it out, you still have to think—use your brain more and talk back less, and sooner or later you'll know how many barrels of water to drink."

Oh.

Dou dou sat down right there, ignored the big red crosses on the test paper, directly wrote 20 barrels of water, then erased it and rewrote 10 barrels.

All the erasing and rewriting wore a hole in the test paper.

Zhuzi grew more anxious: "Why are you erasing over and over? Hurry up and write—if you really can't figure it out, just fill in any number; you might guess right. In any case, don't leave it blank."

Oh.

Dou dou filled in another number—20 barrels.

Zhuzi grew anxious again: "It seems you can't even guess right. Before, 5 people drank only 5 barrels; now with 10 people, you could have filled in anything, but you put 20 barrels—this answer is obviously wrong. Think: 5 divided by 5 equals 1; 10 divided by what equals 1? It's 10, so the correct answer is 10 barrels of water."

"When I took the exam, I wrote 10, but it was marked wrong."

"That's because your math teacher marked the paper incorrectly. Listen to me—I'm the Director of Education—just write 10 barrels of water, and it won't be wrong."

Oh.

Under Zhuzi's tireless education, Dou dou fell back into the original pit.

Suddenly.

A knocking sound came from outside the living-room window.

Zhuzi's nerves twitched, and his interest in education vanished.

He alertly took out a metal hammer from his briefcase, tiptoed toward the window, and gently peeled back a slit in the curtain to peek outside.

Only see outside high up, a work-clothed man wearing a safety helmet was hanging.

Zhuzi immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned around, another knocking sound came: 'dong dong~~'

Zhuzi, a bit impatient, turned around, pulled back the curtain, and pushed open half of the sliding window: 'What do you want?'

"The exterior wall has hollow tiles, afraid they'll fall and hit someone, we're handling it." Liu Wei, disguised as an exterior wall repair worker, also saw DouDou lying on the living-room coffee table doing homework.

Seeing the child safe, Liu Wei gave a dry cough twice, sending a signal to Lin Dongfan and others.

Liu Wei again asked Zhuzi: 'Big brother, the sun outside is scorching, my throat is about to smoke from thirst; could you get me a cup of water?'

Wait a moment.

Zhuzi turned and went to the kitchen to get water.

At that moment, Xie Xiaofeng had also descended from the 19th floor to the master bedroom balcony via rappel.

When Xie Xiaofeng undid his harness and sneaked indoors.

Zhuzi was still fussing with the water dispenser in the kitchen, not a drop came out; this water dispenser in Wang Jing's home had a child-lock function, and Zhuzi studied it for a while but still couldn't figure out how to unlock it.

"Damn, the rich people's world, always adding all these flashy functions."

Zhuzi really wanted to smash that uncooperative water dispenser with a hammer, but he restrained himself; smashing someone else's property for no reason would be somewhat lowering his quality.

Helpless, he took a cup of tap water.

"Brother, doing this job is also pretty tough; how much per day?" Zhuzi walked through the living room and passed the water cup out the window.

Outside the living-room glass window, a grille-style stainless steel protective cover had been installed.

The grille is large enough to let a fist through.

Liu Wei gave a faint smile: 'Don't mention it, it's pitifully little.' He extended his hand through the grille, but he didn't take the cup of water; instead, with lightning speed, he grabbed Zhuzi's hand.

"What are you doing? Let go!"

Zhuzi was startled, and the cup of water in his hand fell from the eighteenth floor.

He strained to pull back his right hand, unable to break free from Liu Wei's grapple, so he launched a fierce counterattack, pulling out the hammer stuck at his waist with his left hand and smashing it hard toward Liu Wei's head.