Things suddenly took a turn for the better, and Song Yuan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, why didn't I think of this? I'll contact the courier company now to get the photos to go to the court. Thank you, Sister Ji Yu."
Song Yuan left happily, and the people in the live broadcast room were also happy for her.
[After all, it's a thousand yuan. It would be great if I could get it back. But, do courier companies still take photos these days?]
[It's a good time to go, so I'll take pictures every time. 】
[Other courier companies seem to be different in different places. When I was sending packages in place A, I would take photos, but after returning to my hometown, I never took photos at all.]
[So, while tailwind is expensive, it's justified.]
Ji Yu nodded in agreement: "Tailwind is really expensive."
"Okay, we're next."
[Oh, usually it's almost over by this time, but today, we still have two more hexagrams, and this one must be mine!]
[Civilized Thumb: I give you a middle finger. This hexagram is mine.]
Finally, the third hexagram does not belong to either of them.
As soon as the video was opened, the overwhelming crying instantly shook the entire live broadcast room.
[I knock, this guy has a great voice.]
[They say men don't shed tears easily, but this guy's crying is really embarrassing for us good men.]
"What do you know? If you were at my stage in life, you would want to cry too."
The eldest brother patted his chest in grievance, and the fat on his square face shook.
"Hello, sir, what do you want to calculate?"
Ji Yu looked at this person and thought he didn't seem to have any major worries, but who would have thought that he would do something earth-shattering right from the start.
"Anchor, please calculate for me when I will die."
"Oh, I know the rules. My name is Zhang Hao, and I was born on XX month XX day XX minute XX second in XXXX year."
Well, very detailed birth data, he really knows the rules.
After Ji Yu finished his divination, he answered truthfully, "Mr. Zhang, your face indicates longevity. According to the hexagram, you can probably live to ninety-eight years old."
[Applause here! Congratulations to Mr. Zhang for living to almost 100.]
【Let us congratulate here. 】
[Why do I feel like the sky is falling on this guy? He doesn't seem very happy at all.]
Zhang Hao closed his eyes in pain and fell directly on the sofa, looking like he wanted to die.
"Oh, there's still so much time left. How am I going to make it?"
[Huh? What happened to you? You don't even want to live anymore?]
"Dad, the teacher said we have to do a few exercises every day during the National Day holiday, and we need parents' signatures."
Zhang Hao turned his body away, pretending not to hear.
At this time, his wife, who was sitting next to him applying a facial mask, kicked him hard.
"Didn't you hear the child calling you? Tell me what you're doing, you fortune teller? You're still calculating when you're going to die. People are going to say nice things about you. Look, you've lived to be ninety-eight. You're like a powder keg all day long. You're lucky to have lived to sixty-eight. Come on, hurry up, the child is waiting for you in the study."
Zhang Hao waved his hand resignedly and said to the camera, "Aren't you curious about why I'm unhappy? You'll know in a moment. Sometimes I really give in."
Zhang Hao complained to the live broadcast room, and when his gaze shifted to the child, he immediately raised a big smile.
"Hey, baby, Daddy is here. Have you finished the questions?"
"Yeah, I've finished most of the questions on this side."
"Okay, Dad, come and take a look."
Although he said that it was the dad who came to take a look, Zhang Hao first showed the questions his child had done to the live broadcast room.
[Three grapes, two eaten, eight left???]
[There are three right angles in this figure, why are there only two? ]
[Ninety-nine forty-five?]
[Hahahahahahaha, there are only a few questions in total, basically all of them are wrong, hahahahahahaha.]
Zhang Hao looked at the nearly all wrong questions with a look of despair. He let out a long breath and pointed at the first question, saying, "Take your hand out."
Duoduo took his hand out.
Zhang Hao cracked his fingers one by one. After cracking three, he asked, "Come and count."
"one two three."
"Okay, how many fingers are there in total?"
"Ten."
【Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.】
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and patiently explained, "Dad is asking about the fingers that are raised, not the ones that are folded up. Count these again."
"one two three."
"How many fingers are there in total?"
"Ten."
Zhang Hao: Death.
[My family members are laughing so hard, hahahahaha.]
[Free and Unlimited: I used to laugh until my stomach hurt just by watching it, but now I’m doing a live broadcast, I can’t help it, hahahahahahahaha.]
Ji Yu's cheeks almost hurt from trying to hold back his laughter, and he finally interrupted, "Why don't we change the object of our counting?"
[That makes sense. After all, people only have ten fingers. You can't expect a child's brain capacity to think more.]
"Okay, I'll try."
Zhang Hao looked at the table and finally put out the pen.
"How many pens are there, Dad?"
"Three."
"If we throw away two, how many are left?"
"Eight."
Zhang Hao: “…”
"One, two, three. Take away two, and there's only one left. Why can't you explain it? Look again. Ah, three without two, isn't it just one? How did you get eight? Ah! Ah!"
【Completely crazy.】
[Family, my child is about to start school. What preparations should I make?]
[Quick-acting heart pills, but this guy doesn't need them. The host said he can live to 98.]
Zhang Hao's eyes darkened, and he finally collapsed, "Host, please tell me when my child will become smarter. Why can't he learn such a simple thing?"
Ji Yu did not answer this directly, but instead said: "Mr. Zhang, you can actually take your child to learn some musical instruments. Maybe she will be better at arithmetic. Sometimes it is better not to force things too much. Let nature take its course and take care of your health."
[Summary: Your child will likely be quite annoying when it comes to math throughout his life.]
[Oh my god, this reminds me of an old idol drama I watched a while ago. The heroine in it was really stupid and a bit ridiculous. It made me so anxious.]
I'm not afraid of being stupid, I'm afraid of being mediocre in all aspects. If you're exceptionally stupid in one area, then hey, big brother, cheer up! Take your child to learn a musical instrument tomorrow. Maybe you'll live longer than ninety-eight.
"Thank you. I think ninety-eight is a long time to live."
Zhang Hao didn't want to live any longer at all.
"But thank you, host. I will consider your suggestion."
"Nothing, it's what I should do."
Ji Yu was about to hang up when he heard the other party's angry voice.
"What the hell is three threes equals seven!"
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