My Husband With Scholar Syndrome

Although Mu Xiaoya said earlier that she would come home to pack the next day, Shen Qingyi helped her daughter to organize her luggage in advance. Mu Xiaoya had nothing to do, so she had to accompany her mother during the whole housework. After seeing Mu Xiaoya returning to his maiden house, Shirakawa ignored him and did not make a noise, so he sat on the sofa obediently. When he was in a daze, it was common to stay all day long.

This scene fell into the eyes of Laozhangren and could not bear it anymore. Before Shirakawa was only a neighbor's child, Mu Ruozhou often used mathematical problems to find him. One is that Shirakawa can indeed solve these math problems, and the other is that he also wants to find a way to make Shirakawa say more. Now that Shirakawa has become his son-in-law, he has no reason to take care of him.

Even in my heart, I can't help feeling a little depressed. The son-in-law of someone else is catching up with Laozhangren. When he comes to him, he has to turn around and have son-in-law.

"Ogawa, come over and help me look at these questions." Mu Ruozhou took a few math questions and put them in front of Shirakawa.

Shirakawa glanced at it, and wrote it with a brush. In a few moments, he wrote a lot of formulas, using the simplest and easy to understand calculation methods to figure out the problem.

"It could have been solved this way, and it could have been calculated with such a simple formula." After solving two problems, Mu Ruozhou was once again convinced by Shirakawa's mathematical talents, instantly discarding the identity of the old man and turning into a fan.

Shirakawa ignored it, continued to solve the problem, and calculated the remaining mathematical problem together, still using the original formula.

"Originally this formula can be used here? But if this formula is replaced here." Mu Ruozhou circled a large part of the calculation process written by Shirakawa on draft paper with a red pen, and wrote a brand-new formula next to it. , "With this formula, you can save a lot of steps."

Shirakawa's problem-solving ideas are simple and clear, and he never makes mistakes, but it is strange that he uses only the simplest formula when solving problems. There are many clear conclusions that can be reached in one step. He has to use three to four steps. Although this is correct, it is not the optimal solution. To this point, Mu Ruozhou has been very strange, in the end he can only blame this behavior of Shirakawa to his scholar syndrome.

Mu Ruozhou has read some reports on the Internet, saying that many people with scholar syndrome see a problem in their eyes, and the brain automatically comes up with formulas and calculations. Perhaps the simplest formula can only come out of Shirakawa's brain?

"I don't understand." Shirakawa suddenly spoke.

"What?" Mu Ruozhou looked up.

"It's complicated to write, Xiaoya can't understand." Shirakawa replied that in order to let Mu Xiaoya understand the problem-solving process, he turned the math formulas from elementary school on the other hand and spent more energy than he could solve mystery There are many questions.

"..." Mu Ruozhou remembered that her daughter had not been good at math since she was a child, but her dad, who taught math at home, didn't use it and liked to go to Shirakawa next door to learn math. The reason is that when she can't learn, Shirakawa won't call her stupid.

So Shirakawa's hand-solving problem only uses the simplest formula to solve the problem. Was it the daughter?

Mu Ruozhou's mouth was drawn, and I didn't know whether it was time to scold her daughter for being stupid, or to scold her for using a scalpel like Shirakawa to kill chickens.

Because of this, Mu Ruozhou glared at his daughter several times during dinner, and Mu Xiaoya got somehow, and didn't know what he did wrong.

After having dinner, and chatting with his parents for a while, Mu Xiaoya took Shirakawa back to the Baijia Villa. Rejecting the unwillingness of Li to find a servant to help her organize, Mu Xiaoya dragged her luggage and went directly to Shirakawa's cloakroom.

Shirakawa's cloakroom is large, but there are not many clothes and few styles. At first Mu Xiaoya wondered why Mother Bai didn't buy more clothes for Shirakawa, but when she thought about it, Shirakawa's personality might not be worn when she bought it. And there were too many things piled up in his room, and Shirakawa would not be happy.

"I'm half in the cloakroom." Mu Xiaoya stabbed the suitcase in front of the closet.

"All for you." Shirakawa said generously.

Xiaoya Mu laughed: "No, your cloakroom is too big. I don't have that many clothes."

Shirakawa blinked and did not speak. He stood by and watched Mu Xiaoya opened the suitcase and hung the clothes one by one into the closet. When Mu Xiaoya was finished hanging, he was considered to understand what Mu Xiaoya meant.

Xiaoya's clothes are really few, not as many as hiss.

"Don't stand here, you can take a shower." Mu Xiaoya said, took a pajama from the closet and threw it to Shirakawa, "You go to wash first, I will go to wash after you finish."

Shirakawa looked down at the clothes in his hands, then turned obediently and left. Before long, Mu Xiaoya heard the sound of water from the bathroom.

Mu Xiaoya didn't bring much clothes this time. They were just summer clothes. Clothes for other seasons were still left at home. She is not in a hurry to move in, anyway she will often go home to visit her parents, and take it slowly.

Packing up his clothes, Mu Xiaoya went back to the bedroom, brought her computer and some drawing tools to the only desk in the room, and then started tinkering with her skin care products. To be honest, the skin care products she uses now are much worse than those used four years later, but the price is also much worse. Fortunately, she has just graduated from college, and Milk Muscle has not been radiated by the computer to produce oil, but she does not need to pay a large price for skin care products.

Is it just a woman? In beauty, she doesn't always want to treat herself badly.

"Well, you have to work hard to make money."

Sighing, the bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Shirakawa in pajamas took a shower and walked out.

"I'm done washing." Shirakawa said looking at Mu Xiaoya.

"Then I'll wash it." Mu Xiaoya went to the bathroom holding the skin care product, and suddenly remembered something before entering the door. She turned around and said to Shirakawa, "If what you put is inappropriate, you tell me, I keep it."

During the day, Professor Feng said that autistic patients had obsessive-compulsive disorder in the placement of objects in their own space. I took so many things at once and didn't know if Shirakawa would be uncomfortable.

"No." Shirakawa shook his head.

"what?"

"Your things are not inappropriate." As long as it belongs to Mu Xiaoya, he feels that it is appropriate to put it everywhere.

It seems that the obsessive-compulsive disorder in Shirakawa is not very serious. Without repacking, Mu Xiaoya was so happy that he went into the bath with a smile.

The ears are the sound of water clapping in the bathroom. There are a lot of things in the room that weren't originally his own. Shirakawa is a bit uncomfortable, but this discomfort is covered by the satisfaction in his heart. Shirakawa walked to the desk and moved the desk lamp that was one centimeter crooked back, but the thing next to Mu Xiaoya did not move at all.

After looking around the room again, after finding that no other things have been moved, Shirakawa breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the door, got out of the bedroom, and walked to the third floor.

The Baijia villa has three floors. The first floor is the living room, dining room and kitchen, and the second and third floors are bedrooms and guest rooms. However, because of the particularity of Shirakawa, everyone in the Bai family left the entire second-floor room to Shirakawa in order not to make any noise in Shirakawa. The other three people in the Bai family lived in the bedroom on the third floor, but Shirakawa almost never went there.

In the room on the far right of the third floor, when Bai Yan had just taken a bath, he poured himself a cup of cool white and was preparing to read a book and went to bed. The door knocked suddenly.

Who is looking for him at this point?

Bai Yan frowned, knocking on the door and not talking, it would not be his parents or a domestic servant, would it be ... Mu Xiaoya?

This conjecture made Bai Ye's expression a bit subtle, but he still walked over and opened the door.

"Ogawa ?!" Shiraaki stared blankly at Shirakawa who appeared at the door.

"I'm looking for you," Shirakawa said blankly.

"Ah? Oh, come in and say." Bai Ao hurried away so that Shirakawa could come in.

Shirakawa went in and stood still in the middle of the bedroom.

"That ... you sit down and say, if you want something to eat, I'll let Uncle Li bring it over." The younger brother came to his room for the first time, and Bai Ye was in a hurry and didn't know how to say hello.

"No need, I'll leave after speaking." Shirakawa shook his head.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Bai Ai wondered, what was the matter that would make Shirakawa come to him at night.

"I want pay."

"?!" Bai Yan was blindfolded. His brother said what he wanted just now. "What did you say?"

"I want salary," repeated Shirakawa, and this time his voice was obviously louder.

"..." Bai Ye can confirm that he did not hear it wrong just now. His brother really asked him to ask for salary. "Why?"

"Everyone in the company has a salary. The salary is paid on a monthly basis. I worked for three years, six months and seven days ..." Shirakawa began to calculate his own company.

"Wait a minute ..." Bai Zhifu, who wants to pay with you, "I asked you why you suddenly want to pay, before you gave it to you."

"Xiao Ya has no money," Shirakawa straightly said. That's right, Xiaoya is out of money. You have to borrow money to buy gifts.

"..." After hearing this answer, Bai Ye really didn't know what to say. Mu Xiaoya runs out of money, so Shirakawa came to him for a salary. Is this wrong? Yes, of course. Mu Xiaoya, a college student who just graduated, had no money. It was reasonable. Instead, their Bai family didn't think enough, and they didn't expect to give them some living expenses. He even forced his brother to come in the middle of the night to ask for a salary.

"I'll let the finances settle your salary tomorrow." Bai Yan felt deeply wrong.

Shirakawa nodded and reminded: "Three years, six months and seven days."

"Don't worry, you won't lose a little of your hair." Bai Yan black line, he can still reduce his brother's salary.

Shirakawa was immediately satisfied, turned, opened the door, and left. The action was done in one go without saying a goodbye to his "boss".

"..." Bai Yan.

Shirakawa returned to the room, Mu Xiaoya had come out of the bathroom, and was sitting on the bed wiping her hair with a towel.

Shirakawa looked around, walked around, took the hairdryer out of the bathroom, and walked to Mu Xiaoya.

"You're back?" Mu Xiaoya smiled at Shirakawa. She was out of sight just now, and was surprised.

"Well, I help you blow your hair." My partner wants to help each other. Yesterday Xiaoya helped him blow his hair. Today, he also wants to help Xiaoya blow.

"You help me blow?" Mu Xiaoya raised her eyebrows. "My hair is very long and thick, and it will take a long time to blow."

"I blow." Shirakawa insisted.

After blowing for a while, Shirakawa found that Mu Xiaoya was right. Her hair was really hard to blow. Mu Xiaoya's hair is about 29 times the length of his hair. It is layered on the scalp, and the hot air is difficult to enter. He needs to pinch his hair with his fingers once and then blow slowly until it dries. It takes about six to seven times as long as he usually blows his hair.

But Shirakawa didn't find it troublesome. He liked the feel of Mu Xiaoya's long hair running across his fingertips.

"What are you doing?" Mu Xiaoya turned her face strangely, her hair was dry, why did Shirakawa still hold her hair?

"Before ..." Shirakawa smiled. "You put my hair in my face."

Said, Shirakawa clung to that long hair and stuck it to his cheek.

Itchy, not puny at that time, but very comfortable. Thinking about it, Shirakawa's smile deepened unconsciously, and two dimples suddenly ran out, greeting Mu Xiaoya happily.

"boom!"

Mu Xiaoya heard the sound of his heart beating.

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small theater:

Mu Xiaoya with a braid: Brother Shirakawa, why don't you ignore me.

Shirakawa reads without looking up.

Mu Xiaoya grumbled angrily, and then used her two black and thick twist braids to slap Shirakawa's face one by one.

Shirakawa felt itchy and finally raised his head.

Mu Xiaoya waving a twisted braid, proud of saying: ignore me, I'll pierce you.

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