Transformation of Rebirth

As soon as Zheng Haiyang and Han returned to the provincial capital, the two children were all tanned in a different color, which shocked Chen Lingling and Cheng Baoli. Han Yi still had black and black scars from mosquito bites on his legs, and he was wearing shorts to reveal It was quite shocking when it was on two legs.

Why did these two kids get so sunburned after going out to play?Chen Lingling questioned Han Zhijun at home, how could Han Zhijun dare to tell his wife that the two children never went to Shenzhen to play and run the border defense to earn money! ?I didn't dare, so I helped the two children lie, saying that they played with Lin Jun and Lin Yan's father and son, and they played like crazy to be exposed like this, and put all the responsibility on the Lin family's father and son who are still in Guangzhou.

Zheng Haiyang and Han Yi nodded immediately beside them, "Yes, that's right, Uncle Xiaolin and Brother Xiaolin took us to play." If the mothers knew what they did in Shenzhen this time, according to Cheng Baoli's If they have a bad temper, they will probably be whittled with a feather duster from home.

Cheng Baoli squatted on the ground and looked at the mosquito lump on Han Yi's leg, shook her head and frowned and said, "You guys are playing too crazy, your leg is bitten like this, Yangyang, how did you take care of your younger brother?"

Chen Lingling gave Han Zhijun a cold look, and said, "Don't blame Yangyang, this man raises a child like a dog. If he is happy, he will pick it up and touch it, and if he is unhappy, he will throw it to a woman. He will do nothing!! Except make money What else can I do??!"

Han Zhijun wiped his sweat silently in his heart, and Zheng Haiyang also complained wildly in his heart, thinking that Aunt Ling, you have the nerve to say it, hasn't your son been raised by me all the time?

Han Yi and Zheng Haiyang turned into two black charcoals, and were ordered by the two mothers at home: "Until ten days before the start of school, you are not allowed to go anywhere, just stay at home and watch TV!!"

Zheng Haiyang and Han Yi and the two boys immediately nodded wildly. Anyway, they have earned enough money, so let's just stay at home and rest.

Zheng Haiyang made a lot of money this trip, even more than he made in the Shanghai stock market last time. It was inconvenient to carry that money with him, so Lin Jun got them a passbook and saved it. At that time, Lin Jun asked them whose name they wrote, and Zheng Haiyang said, "Who wrote Han Yi, the money for his wife."

Han Yi stomped beside him: "Don't marry a wife, write about my brother, I will buy a big house for my brother in the future."

Lin Yan stood and watched silently, feeling very uncomfortable by the warm scene of brothers attacking. He thought that if he and his old man Lin Jun saved money, the two of them would definitely fight to the death !

In the end, the name on the passbook was still Zheng Haiyang's. If Zheng Haiyang wanted to write his own name, let Han Yi hold it, and let Han kick the passbook into his pocket and put it away.

Back at home in the provincial capital, Han Yi put the passbook back into the little bear pocket next to the bed. In addition to a handful of change, there was also a sports lottery ticket for the Asian Games that had not been drawn in Beijing that he bought back then.

After putting it away, Han put the bear in the middle of the two pillows, so that both he and Zheng Haiyang could touch the bear, as if the money belonged to both of them.

At the end of August, cicadas screamed outside the window, and they seemed to be almost exhausted. The two children ate, drank, slept and slept at home.Han Yi went to Shenzhen and lost weight, but after a week of raising him back, he became chubby again.

Zheng Haiyang, who is six years old and 1.2 meters tall, is not much shorter than Lin Yan, who is nine years old. He has long feet and long arms, and rolling around holding Han Yi on the bed is really stress-free.

Zheng Haiyang saw that Han Yi became fat like this, but he couldn't get fat anyway. Angrily, he rolled the child on the bed with his hands and feet, and said, "How can you be so fat? Let me give you a nickname, your name is Han Gungun How about it? Ah? Or Han Datuan, what do you think of Han Yuanzi?"

Gun Gun, Tuanzi, and Yuanzi are no longer enough to describe the current Han Yi. The child's weight is really getting better day by day, but after the summer vacation, he has really grown a little taller.

Han Yi was hugged and rolled around by his brother on the bed, he couldn't help laughing, he was very happy, and shouted loudly: "You are a stick, brother is a stick."

Zheng Haiyang thought to himself, you are the best, little fat melon!

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At the beginning of September, Zheng Haiyang went to elementary school with his schoolbag on his back, which contained the stationery and notebooks his mother bought for him. That morning, Han Yi unexpectedly did not make a fuss, and Zheng Haiyang followed his mother at the door to change shoes. , Han Yi was sitting at the table eating breakfast, holding a spoon in one hand and a big meat bun in the other. While eating, he waved to Zheng Haiyang: "Brother, go to elementary school, I will come soon."

When he stepped into the three small gates, Zheng Haiyang was full of emotions with his schoolbag on his back. He really felt like an old cow eating young grass to step into this lush campus again.

Zheng Haiyang was assigned to Class [-] of the year. The deskmate was a little fat man, the son of Yu Qiu's family. His nickname was Guagua, and his eldest name was Yu Donggua. Their whole family name is Yu.

On the first day of school, the primary school students were sitting in the classroom, and the parents were standing outside the classroom. Zheng Haiyang was seated by the window, and he heard Yu Qiu say to his son outside the window: "Guagua is your Auntie Baoli's son. Don't be naughty with Yangyang in the future, you know?"

Donggua shook his head and muttered, "I'm older than him!"

Yu Qiu immediately hit him on the head with the newspaper in his hand through the window: "Cut you! If you are told to follow Yangyang, you just follow, why are there so many nonsense." Turning his head, he smiled at Zheng Haiyang: "Yangyang, my melon Gua will sit at the same table with you in the future, we must take care of each other and help each other!~"

Zheng Haiyang got goosebumps all over his body from this flattering tone, he thought, Auntie, are you making a mistake, can I be younger than your son? !And there is no separate table yet, so it may not be the same table as Winter Melon.

The teacher on the podium was talking to himself, and the children below were all pricking up their ears to listen, and they had a fresh yearning for the new school and new life. Zheng Haiyang sat honestly and pretended to be listening to the teacher's speech. "Nintendo" handheld game console, Zheng Haiyang also has the game console, it looks like a large remote control, with a black and white screen on the top and a few buttons below, Zheng Haiyang usually uses it to play Tetris.

Although there are not many games on the handheld game console, it is quite expensive these days. The "Nintendo" brand is still imported from Japan, and ordinary people can't afford it at all. The winter melons are just taken out of their schoolbags to play. Son, it can be seen that the family is very rich.

Zheng Haiyang turned his head and glanced out the window. His mother and Yu Qiu were chatting enthusiastically, and there were a few parents around, probably talking about their children.

Winter Gua lowered his head and played vigorously. On the first day of school, he showed the stubborn qualities that a "poor student" should have. Zheng Haiyang suddenly understood why Yu Qiu was so active in asking his son to follow him—this was simply fancy Own daddy skills!

Zheng Haiyang was quite speechless.

The teacher gave a speech on the first day of school, and after the lecture, he ordered the strong-looking male students in the class to carry books. Of course, Dong Gua and Zheng Haiyang were also selected. A group of little boys ran out to carry books. Zheng Haiyang mingled with the children and found that Yu Donggua was really lazy, the other boys kept holding as many books as they could, but Donggua was good, trying to be lazy, so he took some books.

Zheng Haiyang walked over and asked him, "Can't you hold it?"

Winter Melon frowned, nodded, and put on a show: "Well, my hand hurts!"

Zheng Haiyang: "You are not very strong."

Donggua immediately raised her voice: "My mother said, I'm not strong, I'm fat, weak."

Zheng Haiyang rolled his eyes silently in his heart, thinking that this child is really lazy and hopeless.

Seats are assigned according to their heights. Zheng Haiyang's six-year-old boy is not short among a group of seven or eight boys, but Winter Melon is in the front row. There are fifty students in the class, more boys and more girls. In the front, men and women are divided into one table, and in the back are all boys and boys sitting.

Zheng Haiyang and a boy with a watermelon head shared the same table, and Yu Qiu sat in the third row, with a thin little girl next to him.

Outside the window, Yu Qiu looked at his son in the third row and then at Zheng Haiyang in the fifth row behind him, secretly clenched his fists, feeling that the distance was too far.

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Elementary school campus life is a brand new start for children. Class selection by desks means attending classes on a regular basis every day, as well as group leaders, study committee monitors, squad monitors, and deputy monitors, who are also on duty every day.

Class 50 is in the easternmost classroom on the second floor. The classroom for [-] people is quite big. There is a lot of space in the back. There are two big blackboards at the front and back. "Welcome new students, new semester, new beginning", of course, few students can understand those few words.On the top of the blackboard in front, there are eight big square characters - "study hard and make progress every day".

There are several sheets of paper pasted on the wall at the entrance, there are class schedules, platoon duty schedules, class representatives for each class, group leader and deputy monitor. When he arrived at the office, he entrusted him with a heavy responsibility.

Zheng Haiyang remembers it clearly. In his last life, he graduated from a second-rate school from elementary school to university. The elementary school was in his hometown. He never had the opportunity to be a class representative, let alone a monitor. He barely became a physical education class representative in junior high school. God knows he is a 50 Why should a student who failed the meter be a physical education class representative?

But who would have thought that after rebirth, he would be entrusted with a heavy responsibility as soon as he entered elementary school in this life, and became the monitor of the class!

Squad leader hey!Monitor!Monitor wow!

Zheng Haiyang pinned the two stripes on the sleeves of his clothes, tears were streaming down his face, the feeling of being the class leader seemed pretty good, although it seemed shameless for an adult soul to be mixed with a bunch of children to be the class leader, but—— He was six years old now!

The feeling of being the squad leader with two bars pinned to the shoulders is really—exciting! !

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There is a kindergarten under the third elementary school, which is called the third elementary school. Not long after Zheng Haiyang went to elementary school, Han Yi was sent to the kindergarten.

After the two children went to school, Zheng Haiyang and Han Yi were sent to school together every day. Kindergarten closed early, and Han Yi also waited every day. At 04:30 in the afternoon, his brother Yangyang came to pick him up from school with a schoolbag and a red scarf on his back.

The primary school and the kindergarten are actually close together, separated by a low wall. Zheng Haiyang lies on the corridor on the second floor and looks into the distance. Sometimes he can see the teacher in the kindergarten taking the children out to play games. He will look for Han Yi's little figure among a bunch of children.

One month into school, both Zheng Haiyang and Han Yi have adapted to campus life. Zheng Haiyang mixed with a group of children and went to class every day to learn one plus one two plus two, recognize numbers and pinyin, and direct a group of children to clean up in front of the monitor to maintain discipline. In front of his squad leader.

A month later, the head teacher re-assigned the seats, this time on the basis of height and grades, with good grades and poor grades together, Zheng Haiyang, No.1 in the class, was successfully assigned to Yu Donggua's side.

Yu Donggua was not at all grateful for being able to be at the same table with the monitor, and when the seats were reassigned, he lay down on the table and beat the table and bench with an angry expression, obviously very dissatisfied with the teacher's arrangement.

Zheng Haiyang moved his books expressionlessly, packed his things, and sat in the third row from the fifth row. Before the books were confiscated, Dong Gua leaned over and whispered to him: "Let me tell you, I'm not class The one with the worst grades, I sat at the table with you because my mother gave something to the teacher. You must not look down on me!!"

Zheng Haiyang thought silently in his heart, you think I want to sit at the same table with you.

Third Elementary School is the best elementary school in the provincial capital. Its good reputation is of course because the school pays close attention to learning. Basically, from the first grade of elementary school, the teachers will constantly emphasize the scores and the order of ranking.

Zheng Haiyang is No.1 in the class and No.1 in the whole first grade, Yu Xiaopang is the bottom ten in the class; The homeroom teacher gave the gift, and naturally fulfilled his wish to let the two children sit together, Zheng Haiyang certainly knew it in his heart.

But the two children really couldn't get along at the beginning. Zheng Haiyang is an adult soul, but he doesn't really understand the child's spiritual world. He basically didn't care.

As long as he is not naughty in class, he can get along with him, and he can say a few words to those who are not too naughty, but especially naughty like Yu Donggua, he really can't say a single point every time he talks to him.

And Donggua really hates the monitor of their class. Every time his mother mentions the topic of "other people's children", Zheng Haiyang will be brought up, "What about your Aunt Baoli's Yangyang", which is annoying!He felt that Zheng Haiyang was very fake, he always had a condescending face, so why not just be the class monitor?What are you proud of? !What a big deal.

Dong Gua and Zheng Haiyang sat at the same table, barely speaking for a day, and the two children went about their own business.

Donggua’s handheld game console is very popular in the class. All the children like to come and play. At this time, boys and girls can also play together.

Yu Donggua is particularly amazing. After his game console was touched by all the children in the class except Zheng Haiyang, he refused to borrow it. Those who wanted to play had to help him with his homework, buy him snacks, and run errands for him. Or give him a dime.

Zheng Haiyang was shocked when he heard about it. He thought that this kid really had a business mind since he was a child, and he is only in the first grade of primary school!

Seeing Zheng Haiyang staring at him, Yu Donggua thought that this high-ranking class monitor also wanted to play video games, so he showed a proud expression and said, "You want to play too, so you help me with my homework, and you are not allowed to report to the teacher." , I will play for you for 10 minutes between classes."

Zheng Haiyang pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I can play Tetris to level [-]."

Yu Donggua raised his eyebrows and stared: "Impossible!! I'm the best player in Tetris class! You can't reach level [-]."

Zheng Haiyang said: "How about I can play it?"

Yu Donggua rolled his eyes, took out the game console from his bag, and said, "If you can play it, I'll give you the game console!"

Zheng Haiyang was very happy in his heart, thinking that I have been playing for more than [-] years, and I still can't play with you, a brat?

Come fight!

Zheng Haiyang has been playing game consoles all day long. He secretly played during class and after class, and then played for lunch at noon. He reached more than 100 levels before school in the afternoon. There were still only two rows of unresolved Tetris on the screen. table, staring at him.

A circle of boys looked around after school, everyone was amazed, how did you play?Are there really so many?The squad leader is amazing!How did you play, monitor?

Zheng Haiyang calmly packed his schoolbag beside him, thinking that the previous twenty years would not be in vain if I couldn’t play, so he raised his head and said calmly: “If you can pass the double hundred in mathematics and Chinese, you can play. After speaking, he stood up and picked up Han Yi with his schoolbag on his back.

Before Zheng Haiyang was in their class, he was the class monitor who was out of reach in the eyes of a bunch of children. He knew what he learned as soon as he learned it, and he could never forget what he recited. The questions are all 98 points and 99.5 points. For a group of children, they are like gods.

At this time, the boys were mischievous and hyperactive, and all the students who did well in the exam were girls. Zheng Haiyang was the only boy in the top ten of the class, and the rest were women soldiers. This phenomenon was common in the school, basically every class was like this, But Zheng Haiyang is definitely a unique existence when he sits firmly in the top spot.

All the teachers in the class like him. The boy is good-looking, smart, can take exams and can speak, and the teachers in the upper grades also like him. They wish that this boy can be assigned to his class when he enters higher education.

Zheng Haiyang played more than 100 levels, and won the fight with Dong Gua, Dong Gua reluctantly gave him the game console the next day, a little reluctant but still said: "It's what you say, I'll give it to you. "

Zheng Haiyang also had it himself, so he didn't care, so he threw it back to him and said, "I have it myself, I don't want yours."

Yu Donggua seemed to have been humiliated and humiliated. He jumped and said, "A man keeps his word. If you give it to you, you will give it to you. Take it!" For you, can you teach me how to level? I have other game consoles at home."

Zheng Haiyang raised his eyebrows, with a face full of invincibility: "Contra?"

Yu Donggua didn't seem to remember how much he hated the monitor in front of him before, he raised his head and his eyes glowed: "You also play Contra?"

Zheng Haiyang: "There are still tanks, missile tanks should be faster."

Yu Donggua: "!!!!"

Yu Donggua just bowed down to Zheng Haiyang's superb game level. Since then, he no longer feels that his class monitor is annoying at the same table. Children are simple-minded, even if they are early-wisdom, they don't have so many tricks, especially boys. , As long as we can play together, we can be friends.

The little boys in the class are now looking up to the class leader, thinking that if they get good grades and get double hundred in the exam, they can pass the game. Yu Donggua can now bite the tip of a pencil and do homework by himself, although the writing is crooked Don't say it, but the attitude is more upright than before.

There was an unprecedented [-]% score in the mathematics exam, but Yu Qiu was so happy that he privately said to his son: "Follow Yangyang well, and when you come back from the double hundred exam, mom will take you to Japan to play."

What Yu Donggua was thinking about was something else—"If you get one hundred in the test, can you also pass one hundred levels of Tetris?!"

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In December, when the final exam was about to come, something happened suddenly on Han Yi's side. Zheng Haiyang also heard Cheng Baoli muttering at home, saying that the teacher of the third primary kindergarten called Chen Lingling over, saying that he wanted to talk about the child's problems.

Zheng Haiyang pulled Han Yi back into the room secretly, and asked him, "Did you get naughty in the kindergarten? Did you fight with other children?"

Han Yi shook his head, "No!"

Zheng Haiyang: "Then why did the teacher call your mother?"

Han Yi pursed his lips and muttered, "I don't know."

Chen Lingling went down at two o'clock on Saturday, and came back after three o'clock. After coming back, she kept sighing and walked into the house while changing her shoes and taking off her scarf.

Cheng Baoli asked her, "What did you talk to the teacher about?"

Chen Lingling sighed, sat down on the sofa, and said speechlessly, "The teacher said that Han Yi can't play with the children, so let me skip a grade for him!"

Cheng Baoli: "..."

Zheng Haiyang who ran out of the house: "..."

Cheng Baoli: "Skip a grade? Are you kidding? The birthday is changed. It's already morning. How can I skip a grade? You can't let him go to elementary school at the age of three!"

Chen Lingling shook her head, thought about it, and went to the small room to have a heart-to-heart talk with her son. Zheng Haiyang was a little anxious outside. Before, he was afraid that Han Yi would cling to him and refused to go to the kindergarten. After returning from Shenzhen, he became more lively and independent. situation?What do you mean you can't play with other children?What does can't play mean?Are you excluded?

Chen Lingling came out of the room half an hour later, sighed helplessly, and sighed: "The teacher said that Han Yi took care of other children like a big friend in the small class, and he was more sensible and obedient than other children! He was not at all like a four-year-old My child. It was said that the teachers had discussed it for a long time before they called me over to ask if they wanted to skip a grade! Am I happy? But my son is only three years old, and it’s too early for me to go to middle school!"

Zheng Haiyang: "..." So it's because of precocious intelligence?Zheng Haiyang stared at Han Yi who ran out from the door of the room, and there were countless wild dogs with prolapsed anus running past in his heart, precocious and precocious?Is it because I took Han and brought up a child who didn't look like a child?So that's why?

Chen Lingling was wailing in the living room. The parents were really helpless when they encountered this situation. The precocious children were more mature than their peers, and they would be somewhat separated from their peers, but because they were not old enough, the parents were worried about skipping a grade. Will be bullied, especially Han Yi is less than four years old now.

Chen Lingling just went into the room to chat with her son. She didn't pay attention to it before, but she just paid special attention to it, and found that her son is indeed precocious, and he can speak clearly and completely, and his attention is more concentrated than ordinary children. When he is serious, he is more serious. Really like a little grown-up.

Chen Lingling wailed and sighed for a while, and went back to her room to call Han Zhijun to discuss it. Cheng Baoli wondered about it, called the child over, and asked him, "Yiyi, what do you play with the children in the kindergarten?"

Han Yidao: "Draw pictures, play games, learn to sing, play with building blocks."

Cheng Baoli: "Do you like kindergarten children? Do you have any friends who get along very well?"

Han Yi raised his eyes to look at Cheng Baoli, and didn't say a word at first, but was encouraged by Cheng Baoli's eyes several times before he said, "I don't like them, they cry all the time, grab toys and throw things away, I don't like them."

Cheng Baoli: "..."

Zheng Haiyang was suddenly stunned by the side. When Han Yi said that sentence, he felt that the logic was very clear. He could even hear a slight disgust from the child's tone.

But in retrospect, Han Yi did not cry much when he was by his side since he was a child. As long as the child is well coaxed, he basically does not cry, because life is rich and he really does not grab things to play. The adults in the family love cleanliness and Zheng Haiyang does not like to litter. Things, so the child grew up in this kind of environment, almost never seen people throwing things.

Zheng Haiyang suddenly realized that Han Yi's living environment was completely different from that of other children. The other children were brought by their grandparents when they were two or three years old. Crying when I was scolded, crying for doing something wrong... In short, I used crying and howling to express most of my emotions before my language ability was formed.

But Han Yi is completely different. When he was a child, his family was busy making money, and no one cared about them at all. It was Zheng Haiyang who took care of the children. He was groping to take care of the child by himself. When Han cried when he was young, he would not hug him, and he would hug him when he didn’t cry. Therefore, the child knew from an early age that crying has no sweets to eat and no one to hug, so as time goes by, he will not use crying to express emotions. .

Han Yi spoke early, and he could pronounce when he could crawl. He might have been born smart. Later, Zheng Haiyang took his children and told him to learn everything. He sang ancient poems and read characters early; Han Yi showed the extraordinary precociousness of a three-year-old child, not afraid to speak and even bargain, smart and quick-witted.

Chen Lingling and Han Zhijun didn't discuss anything, but they told him on the phone that the child might not adapt to the small class life. Han Zhijun said to her on the phone: "Then don't go to school, just such a son, don't have any problems. Shanghai's I'll come back when I'm done, and I'll talk about it when I get back."

At night, Zheng Haiyang didn't even bother to do his homework. He hurriedly finished his writing and climbed into bed to sleep. Han Yi lay on the bed and read comics. He already knew a lot of characters and all the pinyin. Now he has no problem reading them.

Zheng Haiyang lifted the quilt and went straight in without taking off his pants, lying on his side on the bed, raised his hand and rubbed Han Yi's chubby face: "Brother asks you, do you like the small class?"

Han put the book on the quilt and shook his head, showing a bit of aggrieved expression: "I don't like it."

Zheng Haiyang: "Why don't you like it? Because you can't play it?"

Han Yi pouted: "I just don't like it."

Zheng Haiyang: "Do you have any children to play with?"

Han Yi suddenly became impatient, and seemed to resist this topic: "No, I don't like it, I don't like kindergarten, I don't like children."

Zheng Haiyang quickly went to hug him: "Okay, okay, if you don't like it, you don't like it, as long as you like brother."

Zheng Haiyang carefully asked a few other questions, such as what do you usually do at school and what do the children do? After asking, he was surprised to find that Han Yi is really not suitable for the small class, and the children in the small class have to be guided by an adult to do something. For example, in the drawing game, when the teacher became naughty, the teacher would even frighten her face or give a small reprimand, but all of this seemed very clear to Han.

Han Yi said: "There is a kid in our class who does wrong things on purpose every time. He does it on purpose so that the teacher can call him by name. He likes the teacher to name him, so he always does wrong things on purpose and throws things to bully him." other people."

Han Yi also said: "Mr. Chen doesn't like a child, because once his grandma came to scold the teacher, the teacher didn't like it."

The child is like a mirror in his heart, understands many things, has clear logic, and speaks complete sentences.

Han Yi didn't go to kindergarten for the next few days, but Zheng Haiyang still had to go to class, but he was always absent-minded and criticized by the teacher by name.When he was called by the teacher, the whole class looked at him, and all the children showed expressions of "Oh my God, the monitor is distracted in class".

Yu Donggua leaned over when get out of class was over, showing an expression of "I understand you", and said to him: "I see, you must have played the game and failed to pass the level, hey... I can understand you."

I understand you big bastard!

Han Zhijun finally came back from Shanghai on Wednesday, just in time for Han Tingting to come back from a business trip, the atmosphere at home these days is not very good, even Han Yi, who used to be up and down in the past, was unhappy.

Han Zhijun smoked, and he felt a little anxious. He himself was raised in a free range, and the people around him were not like this. Han Tingting was brought up by him, but that girl was stupid and stupid when she was a child, and she never encountered such a situation.

Han Tingting was very surprised when she heard about it, and said, "Han Yizaohui? When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I can't adapt to the small class?"

Chen Lingling told the child's situation, and Han Tingting immediately said seriously: "You can't send him to the small class, the child doesn't understand what's going on, and feels that he is different from others, and if he is not careful, he will be excluded, and his mind will be shadowed. My former college roommate was like this. She was very precocious. Her parents studied classical drama. She could read Shakespeare anthology at the age of six. She couldn’t play with other children in kindergarten. She felt excluded and depressed. The family members were too busy to take care of her, so they closed themselves off, and it took a long time to get well."

Han Zhijun was shocked: "What nonsense? What autism?! How can you be autistic?"

Han Tingting: "You don't believe me! You are not a child now, so of course you don't understand what the child thinks. You can ask your son if he likes kindergarten."

When Han Yi was brought over, he immediately shook his head and said, "I don't like it."

Han Zhijun asked his precious son patiently, "Then send you to middle shift?"

Han Yi shook his head again: "Don't draw and play games, I want to study, I want to be like my brother!"

Han Tingting immediately said: "Zaohui is Zaohui. Have you ever seen such a big child who doesn't want to play games but to study? Send it to the elementary school for a test. Don't underestimate your son. He can memorize Tang poetry and Song Ci now, and he knows all pinyin. You know English, why don't you admit that your son is smart?"

Han Zhijun thought about it all night, and the next day he personally took his son to the third primary school. The teacher who recruited students from the third primary school was shocked when he heard that he was coming for the test.

The teachers in the Admissions Office gave the children tests according to the rules. They divided the tests into two levels. The first test reflects the ability to respond to dialogue and some children's basic discrimination; the second test also includes some simple intelligence test questions.

When the admissions teacher gave the child a test, he murmured in his heart, thinking that such a young child would not be able to concentrate so well, and the reaction should not be able to keep up, but the result was unexpectedly good.Then do the second level, can recite ancient poems, do math problems, know pinyin, know Chinese characters, and speak English! ! !

Han Zhijun watched from the side, my precious son is not afraid of being born or shy at all, he can do whatever he wants, he can be as smart as he wants, Bel has face!

Now, the family members have more or less the bottom line, Han Yi may really be early wisdom, Han Zhijun and Chen Lingling and his wife discussed it, and decided to send Han Yi to the first grade to attend lectures. After one or two years, send them to elementary school.

When Han Yi heard that he was going to go to primary school like his brother, he ran five or six laps around the house, raised his hands and cheered: "Great, great, I'm going to primary school, I'm going to primary school! !!"

Of course, Han Zhijun would not let the child go to other elementary schools, and he followed Zheng Haiyang in the same class as usual, and gave the teacher something to help him watch the child more.

It was already the end of term when Han Yi followed him to school. This morning Zheng Haiyang tied a red scarf on the child, helped him carry his schoolbag, and took him by the hand to go to school together.

Han is a small child, but he walks very steadily, taking small steps with his chin held high, with a masculine look on his face.

Zheng Haiyang tugged at him and said, "Walk slowly, sit with your brother at school, do you know that you have to listen to the teacher?"

Han Yi smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

Yu Donggua and Zheng Haiyang were transferred by the teacher as soon as they had a little friendship. The new classmate sat with Zheng Haiyang. In order to take care of the young Han Yi, the head teacher specially moved the child under the first row of the podium, and the chairs were also removed. A little taller than the other kids.

Han Yi was sitting obediently, and Zheng Haiyang was sitting next to him. On the podium, the teacher told the students in the class to love the little ones and help each other.

The tables are close together, the schoolbags in the drawers, and the stationery boxes on the table are all exactly the same. Now, Han Yi and Zheng Haiyang are sitting in the same class, and they have become classmates and deskmates.

Han Yi was under the podium, turned his head and took a peek at Zheng Haiyang, thinking proudly and sweetly—brother, we are at the same table.