Mao Sheng said apologetically, it was also a difficult thing to come to disturb your good sleep, there is no way. Then, he talked about Zhong'er's entrance examination again.

Sixi replied, I know it too. I wanted to calculate for him to see if he would leave this year or next year. I was afraid that you and your sister-in-law would not believe it, so I didn't dare to come to the door to nag. If it is believed, I will show Zhong'er with my heart, and it will not be bad.

As he spoke, he picked up a notebook on the table, put on a pair of glasses that were not too big, and asked Maosheng to report Zhong'er's birthday. He pinched his fingers and chattered, and quickly drew a zodiac chart in his notebook, filling in the numbers and words that Mao Sheng couldn't understand one by one in the twelve spaces.

Sixi calculated for most of the day and said that it was okay, and he should be able to leave this year.

Maosheng was pleasantly surprised. Then, I was depressed and said, how can I go, the score line has come down, and the score is short.

Osmanthus hurriedly said, you can give it a look at it again. This is a big deal for the baby, and it can't be wrong.

Sixi is also puzzled. He said, don't worry, I'll do the math again to see if there's anything wrong.

After working for most of the day, Sixi raised his head and took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and said suspiciously, what's going on. According to the reasoning on the natal chart, he should have left this year. It's just a score. Maybe there is someone behind the cover, and the nobles are helping. Besides, Zhong'er's score is higher than that of Zhu'er and Ziyan, so why can't he go. There is no such reason in the world.

Shigeru couldn't believe his nonsense anymore. He smiled bitterly and walked out of Sixi's house, but scolded in his heart, what a "living immortal", it's just carrying a bull's head and not admitting stolen goods, and talking nonsense with his eyes open. The admission line is down. Even if there is any kind of noble person with magical powers, I am afraid that he will not be able to save Zhong'er. What's more, I have black eyes outside, and I can know a few people.

He walked listlessly towards his home. Behind his house, he met the sour jujube who was cleaning the front of the door. Sour jujube asked Maosheng, why did he go out so early. Maosheng squatted on the ground, smoked a bag of cigarettes with sour dates, and told Zhong'er about it. The sour jujube is also in a hurry, but it is just anxious.

In the end, the sour jujube comforted that Zhong'er, the baby cub, can't be wrong, just to be tempered a little. Persuade him well, we can't leave this year, just review for another year like Wenwen. If you don't get into a good school, we don't like it.

said that Maosheng just smirked, but his heart was so sad that he was terribly sad.

When Maosheng returned home, the xylophone had already clumsily cooked breakfast. On her face, there was still a trace of smoke and fire. Apricot is cleaning the yard without saying a word. A solid and powerful "swish" sound resounded throughout the courtyard. In the west courtyard, there was a shout from Jing'er urging Jin Ye to get dressed, mixed with the crying of Jin Ye.

Seeing Mao Sheng leisurely strolling back early in the morning, Muqin complained while washing his face, There is a little ancestor who has lost his soul lying in the house, and you have become an idle shopkeeper again. But in this family, I and Xingzai are left to work blindly.

Mao Sheng ignored the xylophone, but sat in the pot room and smoked vigorously, sighing softly and heavily. Xylophone also felt that it was not the right time for him to complain just now. Maosheng was saddened by Zhong'er's masochistic appearance, so he went out to relax. [End of Chapter]