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The nursery teachers noticed the sparkling eyes of the little dragon cub, and at the same time felt a sense of crisis, and all cast accusing glances at Dean Shen—Dean, take care of him!

Shen Mian was silent for a while, then turned her head and said lightly, "I'm not here when I took his class."

He Xing's expression collapsed.

Kindergarteners: Great!

Shen Mian: "I will teach an interest class."

Nursery teachers: "???"

Shen Mian leaned over and touched Jie'an beside her, a smile gradually appeared in her eyes: "However, my course will not have time conflicts with any of the teachers' classes, and it is not a serious class. The knowledge learned by human civilization."

Human lover - Ming Mengmeng opened his eyes wide: "Dean! I want to sign up!"

Shen Mian: "You don't need to sign up. I will have a fixed time for each class. You can come and listen if you want, or you don't have to. The class time and number of sessions have not yet been determined. The class will definitely start later than other nursery teachers' interest classes. It will delay your selection of interest courses."

Wenyan emphasized: "Now you can ask the teacher more about the courses, and you must choose the courses you like."

The little dragon cubs nodded vigorously.

For the little dragon cubs in the first grade, if they are not forced to study hard, they are still full of curiosity and desire to explore the unknown, and there is no rejection of new courses.

It's still rare for a little salty Rhine fish like Lu Yuan to pull hairs as soon as he studies and pass long live.Of course, as the schoolwork intensifies, most of the cubs' thirst for knowledge will gradually wear off.

Shen Mian moved her body away: "You can stop at the teacher's desk for whichever course you like, please feel free."

While the other little dragon cubs were thinking seriously, the little duke stood in front of He Xing's table.

Qin Yi is very goal-oriented. Once he decides on something, he will never be led astray by other dragon cubs or adult dragons, and will go straight to his goal.

Simply put, no dragon can match the rhythm of the Little Duke.

Jie'an was stuck in a difficult choice - Xiao Baolong felt that he wanted to learn everything, but he couldn't divide himself into several, so he had to choose a class from among them, but what to choose?

Lu Yuan looked around, he wasn't hesitant - Uncle He was the only one who could teach him how to drive a starship.But he wanted to take an interest class with Jie'an, so he decided to follow Jie'an to choose.Lu Yuan took Jie'an's short claws and looked at Jie'an expectantly.

Jie'an scratched his face, stroked Lu Yuan's fur, and said earnestly: "The dean said, you should choose the courses you like."

Jie'an led Lu Yuan, and put the black and white fat man behind Qin Yi.

The little fat man looked like a baby who had been abandoned by his old father, holding his claws very tightly, a pair of big black eyes circling around Jie'an.Jie'an thought for a while, and stood in front of the cooking class table.

He wants to learn how to cook, so that the dean and the little dragon cubs will be fat.

Xing Fei looked at a few tables, but there was nothing she was particularly interested in, so she simply stood beside Shen Mian.

Shen Mian gently held Xing Fei with one hand, and when Xing Fei passed the puberty period, his physical condition should be better, and he could take Xing Fei to play on other planets.

The little girl raised her head and smiled at him.

The new baby dragon cub hovered in front of the table, hesitating about what to choose.

The emerald dragon cub - Ming Mengmeng is gearing up, "Then I will choose music. I heard that human beings like cute and artistic little dragon cubs. Right, Dean, do you like singing little dragon cubs?"

Shen Mian: "...I like all the good kids."

In fact, it's okay, he also likes the violent cute animals in his family.

Ming Mengmeng walked to the table under Cato's expectant eyes.

The pink and tender little Mianlong girl was silent for a while, then slowly walked back to Shen Mian's side, resting her head on Shen Mian's body, looking very closed.

Cottonosaurus and Megalosaurus belong to the same genus, and they look very different. They look like fluffy plush balls. Although they look fluffy and fleshy, you can tell they are puffy when you touch them.

Milong hesitated for a while, thinking of all kinds of crisp salad plants, and walked towards the gardening class with small steps.

The remaining dragon cubs and six-horned dragon cubs.

The little six-horned dragon found out that there were only two of them left who hadn't chosen, so he patted the fire-swallowing dragon cub familiarly: "Shall we enroll in a class?"

The fire-eating dragon cub was unwilling, so he withdrew his hand coolly, and said two words: "No."

The six-horned dragon cub scratched his head and stood in front of the music class table by himself, while the fire-eating dragon cub walked to the fighting class and stood behind Lu Yuan.

After the ten little dragon cubs have selected courses, every interest subject teacher has recruited students, which is considered an ideal situation.A cub in class is much easier to take care of than a cub running around idle.

Shen Mian looked at Zhinao. There were still more than three hours before school was over. The little dragon cubs had an afternoon tea on the way to familiarize themselves with the nursery.

In addition to the several buildings of the original nursery school, the area where the nursery school is open now is the simulated battle field that has been built.What needs to be highlighted is the newly built library and simulated battlefield.

Many kindergartens have simulated battlefields, but such a complete and beautiful library is rare. As soon as the little dragon cubs entered, they were shocked by the beautiful decoration inside the library.

"This is the studio." Shen Mian pushed open the door of the first classroom on the first floor, "We don't have an art teacher for now, but we will definitely have one in the future."

There are various paintings in the studio, most of which were painted by Yan Tan, and some were painted by the little dragon cubs taught by Yan Tan, all of which were framed and hung on the walls.

Yan Tan had painted a starry sky painting for this new studio, and it was hung on the wall directly opposite the door, so he could see it as soon as he entered.

The new little dragon cubs were stunned.Yan Tan has a natural sensitivity to colors, black, blue, purple and red, many colors make up the starry sky, without being obtrusive at all.

The fire-eating dragon cub was the first to come in. Seeing this painting, he said in a daze, "This is, starry sky, is it a painting of starry sky? Good, so beautiful."

For a moment, all the little dragon cubs' eyes fell on the fire-eating dragon cub.

The six-horned dragon cub wanted to speak, but suddenly felt that he had been poked. He turned his head and found that it was his little golden-green brother who was a year higher than him.

Jie'an shook his head at him, signaling the six-horned dragon not to speak.

The six-horned dragon swallowed doubtfully to comfort the fire-eating dragon cub.

The fire-eating dragon cub suddenly covered his mouth, realizing that he had accidentally exposed the fact of his stuttering.He sniffed, subconsciously looking for the sleeping figure behind the dragon cub.

Charmander baby Richard bowed his head sadly: Too bad he was trying to be a cool baby dragon so the other baby dragons wouldn't find out that he couldn't even speak clearly.

Richard turned around silently, wanting to leave this beautiful studio—he wanted to change schools again.

Shen Mian indicated to Wenyan that there is no need to stop him, but to answer normally: "Yes, this is a starry sky painting, and the artist is Yan Tan."

Judging from Richard's actions after speaking, Richard has realized that he is not speaking fluently, and repeatedly emphasizing the matter of stuttering will only bring more pressure to Richard, causing him to be afraid to speak.

Six or seven-year-old dragon cubs will mature earlier than six or seven-year-old human children. They still stutter at this age, and they do need to be corrected by their elders, but this correction should be gentle.

So ignore this problem now, and slowly affect him in the future.

Richard subconsciously turned around.

Shen Mian didn't seem to notice that Richard's way of speaking was different from other little dragon cubs, "He lived in the nursery for a long time last semester, this is the studio he used before, do you like it very much?"

Richard carefully observed Shen Mian's face, the dean's expression was so calm that Richard couldn't help but suspect that he hadn't stuttered at all just now.

Jie'an and the others would never laugh at a little dragon cub who couldn't speak clearly. They stood beside Shen Mian, just like Shen Mian and He Xing, neither booing nor asking or comforting.

It's as if nothing happened.

Or nothing happened at all.

Ming Mengmeng was so big-minded that she could pretend to be Jie'an, but Dean Shen didn't respond at all. She also quickly threw away the question of "Richard is a bit slow in speaking", squeezed into the studio, walked to the starry sky painting, and stared at it intently. , while asking Shen Mian: "Is Yan Tan also a dragon cub in the nursery?"

Shen Mian: "He is a dragon cub from another nursery, and he came here to rest last semester."

Ming Mengmeng: "Wow - I really want to meet him."

Richard also couldn't help sneaking over, feeling that he was not so obtrusive among the dragon cubs, just like the other little dragon cubs.Also, it may be a little different, but he can definitely overcome it!

……

Although Shen Mian has decided to teach an interest class related to human civilization, she still doesn't know what to teach.

When He Xing came out of the shower, he found that Shen Mian was still sitting in front of the table, but the pen in his hand had been put down.

The temperature control in the dormitory is maintained at about [-] degrees, which is very friendly to dragons and humans.Shen Mian was wearing summer pajamas, the line of her shoulders and neck under the thin material was slightly stretched.He Xing's gaze slowly moved up, and saw Shen Mian's hair that was not completely dry, and the ends of the hair were still dripping with water.

He Xing sighed, his subtle thoughts were extinguished by two drops of water, he covered Shen Mian's head with a towel, "Don't dry it, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

The bathroom in the nursery school does not have all the facilities of He Xing Villa, the hair dryer broke down a few days ago, and Shen Mian has been forgetting to buy it.

In a certain way, Shen Mian is rougher than him.

Shen Mian sat motionless on the chair, the soft towel hanging from his head covered his sight from time to time, Shen Mian looked at the lesson plan he had written a few lines in between the movement of the towel.

"I won't catch a cold."

He lay down in the snow for a day or two, and when he got up, he was still a lively and healthy person.

He Xing felt that his hair was almost dry, so he took away the towel, and Shen Mian's soft black hair was tottered by him. He Xing thought it was cute, so he stretched out his hand to straighten it out, then lowered his head and kissed Shen Mian's ear : "...All right. What are you writing?"

No matter how He Xing pushed him, Shen Mian sat on the chair calmly, "Prepare the lesson plan. I'm thinking about teaching an interest class and what to say."

He Xing bit his earlobe lightly, his voice was a little muffled: "Teach me whatever you want, Xiaolong cub is easy to fool."

Shen Mian narrowed her eyes, wondering if it was because of the high temperature. He Xing made such a fuss about him, and he gradually felt a little warmth spread from his ears to his whole body.

Shen Mian lowered her head and took a light breath: "Maybe we should teach some other classes, other kindergartens..."

He Xing smiled slightly, pressed against Shen Mian's cheek, and whispered while kissing, "How about the sex education class? The principal will teach me first?"

"It's spring," He Xing's voice was muffled in his lips and teeth, "the season with the most frequent estrus, right Dean?"

Shen Mian was panting warmly and kissing softly, but actually thought about it: indeed, the peak estrus period of humans and dragons is in spring...