Dad has a pair of big eyes. He doesn't like long hair. Dad has a big stomach. He has knowledge in his stomach. My name is Dad "math king".
Several times the teacher left several very difficult math problems, I really can't write them, so I ran to ask my mother. My mother said, "if you don't study hard at school, come and ask me if you want to go!" I knew that my mother would not do it. I ran to dad again. Dad taught me patiently again.
I learned the next day. When the teacher talked about math problems, few of our class did it right. According to my father's explanation, I told it to the students again and got a warm applause. The teacher also praised my great progress.
After that, I often gave lectures for my classmates, who called me "Prince of mathematics". When I got home, I was happy to call dad "the king of mathematics".
I love "king of mathematics".