I am particularly curious about this formula.

After marriage, my psychological age is 18 years old. Remember to send photos to friends when I was a freshman. My friend said that my roommate in the university dormitory said that I looked like 14 or 5 years old, not like a 20-year-old college student at all.

According to this formula, my IQ should be relatively low, but I got good grades in science and liberal arts in junior high school.

After high school, due to the influence of emotions, the scores of all subjects have declined, especially mathematics. I scored 26 points in the mid-term exam in the first semester of senior high school, and in the next two years of senior high school, I have been swinging on the edge of passing and failing. In senior four, I met a very patient and professional math teacher. Since then, I have learned a lot about high school mathematics. I am either the first or the top three in every math exam.

My friend's IQ is very high. Whether in the senior high school entrance examination or the college entrance examination, his scores are particularly high.

I often can't understand her speech. She really shows more maturity and sophistication than her actual age, especially her observation of worldly things in life. It's like living in an imaginary fairy tale world, imagining everything so beautifully, and even automatically shielding those secular things.

"There is no specific relationship between intelligence score and subsequent success."

Indeed, looking around many smart classmates and friends, their performance in social work is far less impressive than their achievements in various subjects at school.

Personality, behavior habits, ability and surrounding environment comprehensively affect a person's performance in the social environment.

After listening to teacher Chen's "Naive Adults" and then connecting with the formula of IQ, V realized that I was this naive adult, who had been avoiding maturity and refused to grow to maturity.

In my memory, my parents are very loving, and even bickering is a beautiful talk in the village. Having raised five children, I am the youngest. My sister got married when I was five years older than myself. When I was seven or eight years old, I found that my second sister, eldest brother and second brother went to my brother-in-law's house without discussing anything with their parents.

Dad is boiling water at the door of the nest, mom is busy on the wok, and the dim light bulb is dim. I faithfully sat at the mud table at the door of the pot, guarding my parents. The air in the kitchen is lonely, and I can hear my parents sigh.

I ran to my brother-in-law's house to eavesdrop. Brother and sister sit in the hall of brother-in-law's house, talking and laughing, as if brother-in-law and aunt were their parents.

That scene stung me when I was a child. I think my brother-in-law and aunt are both hypocritical. Their smiles are so fake.

At that moment, I said to myself, I am the child of my parents, and I will never betray them. Maybe that's when I defined myself.

High school life, unable to adapt, ran home to enjoy the care of my mother.

I can't cook, and I don't like doing housework. I came home from college for the winter vacation, and I danced rubber bands with my niece. My mother and sister-in-law are busy wrapping buns for the New Year. My sister-in-law said that I went to college and looked like a child. Busy mother just smiled and didn't ask me to go to work.

Going out shopping in college depends on roommates, and after marriage depends on husbands. After my daughter's adolescence, I competed with her for her husband.

Realizing this, I copied my mother's lifestyle perfectly.