My Lift As A Top Star In A Book

Qin Guan followed Qin Shi slowly into the president's office.

"Finish the exercises for unit 5 and I will come back to check later."

Qin Shi left these words to Qin Guan and carried his secretary to the conference room.

Seeing the office door being closed again, Qin Guan quickly patted his chest and took a deep breath, "Wow! The air is so fresh without dad around!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the office door was opened again.

When Qin Shi came back to get the documents, he happened to hear Qin Guan's words and was so angry that he felt a breath stuck in his heart.

What did he owe this kid in his previous life that made him collect debts like this in this life?

When Qin Guan saw his father returning, he suddenly felt like he had seen a little cat-like mouse. His little face turned pale with fright. He sat down in front of the CEO's desk and spread out his math textbook.

Qin Shi glared at Qin Guan and warned: "If you don't study mathematics well, I will hang you on the rooftop and let you taste whether the air above is fresh enough!"

Hearing these threatening words, Qin Guan felt a chill on the back of his neck. He nodded like garlic, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely study mathematics well!"

Only then did Qin Shi leave the office with confidence.

Qin Guan lay down on his desk for ten minutes. Seeing that his father would probably not come back, he lay down on the office chair.

He crossed his legs, held the math book, and looked from left to right, then from right to left, and found that he didn't know any of the questions.

Probably from his mother's womb, he hated learning math since he was a child. His head hurt when he saw math problems, and he fell asleep when he listened to math classes.

Learning mathematics is an extremely painful thing for him, more painful than injections.

But his father insisted on forcing him to learn mathematics.

Thinking of this, Qin Guan's little mouth pouted at Lao Gao.

When he grew up and his father was too old to walk, he kept his father at home to do math problems, a hundred of them a day.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, the morning meeting ends.

Qin Shi returned to the office. He thought he would see his precious son lying on the desk, writing furiously. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw an extremely sweet little boy sleeping on the desk, wet with saliva. It stuck to the math book.

Qin Shi felt a breath stuck in his heart.

Experts have said that children should not be spanked, as spanking is not conducive to their physical and mental health.

The experts are right, he must listen to the experts.

Qin Shi took several deep breaths before suppressing the anger in his heart.

Qin Shi walked to the desk, raised his hand and knocked on the table hard, making a heavy sound of "dong dong——".

When Qin Guan heard the noise, he was startled and woke up from his sleep.

Before he could even sit up from his desk, he felt a sharp gaze falling on the back of his head, as hot as a fire and about to burn him.

Qin Guan quickly got up from the table and raised his head to meet Qin Shi's gaze, "Dad...Dad..."

Qin Shi took a deep breath. He wasn't angry even if he didn't call him daddy. He wanted to beat him when he called him daddy.

Qin Shi raised his hand and knocked on the table with a gloomy voice, "Give me the book and I'll see how many exercises you did after class!"

Qin wiped the saliva on the math book with concern, and then handed the book to Qin Shi fearfully.

Qin Shi took Qin Guan's book with disgust and glanced at it. Two hours had passed, and Qin Guan had done five of the twenty math questions, and got four of the five questions wrong.

After all, he is his own son, and there is nothing he can do no matter how angry he is.

Qin Shi pulled out the stool, picked up Qin Guan, then sat down on the chair, put Qin Guan on his lap, spread out the math book, "Come, let's look at the second question first, and then we'll go back to 02:15 What time will it be in thirty minutes...how many minutes will it be after fifteen minutes plus thirty minutes?"

Qin Guan tilted his head and replied: "Fifteen plus thirty, it's forty-five!"

"Yes, this question is..."

Qin Shi was talking about the topic. At this moment, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open from the outside, "Mr. Qin, something is wrong with Mr. Qin!"