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After Mi Yang left with the pillow, Bai Luochuan was willing to go downstairs for breakfast.

Although Mrs. Bai didn't ask what happened at school, she felt relieved seeing him willing to eat. She was still worried about her son's accident at school. She wanted to wait two days before calling the school teacher, but after waiting At dinner that night, the entire army compound knew about Mi Yang's jump.

Especially the children at the same level as Mi Yang, Mi Yang instantly became an excellent example of "other people's children" in the mouths of mothers.

Mrs. Bai also wanted to understand why her son suddenly lost his temper yesterday. She specially asked the nanny to make more dishes that Bai Luochuan liked, and bought a small cake to cheer him up.

Bai Luochuan wasn't very interested in eating, but after eating more than half of the bowl, he put down the small bowl and said, "Mom, I'm going to a remedial class."

Madam Bai was stunned for a moment, and said, "What?"

Bai Luochuan said: "I asked Mi Yang, and he said that to improve your grades, you usually need to take remedial classes."

Mrs. Bai said cautiously: "Luo Chuan, you don't have to worry too much about it. It's good to take your time. You've just started the first grade..."

Bai Luochuan shook his head and said, "I don't want it, I want to skip a grade too."

Mrs. Bai said: "You have to study hard and learn a lot of knowledge."

Bai Luochuan looked at her, and said stubbornly: "Then I will learn."

If he insisted so much, Madam Bai would not be able to refuse, but the vicinity is relatively remote, and there are no remedial classes. Shanghai hired a tutor to teach his son.

The family teacher is a retired provincial excellent teacher named Wei Xian. His two children have already immigrated to live abroad. He is reluctant to leave the country. He originally planned to enjoy life in peace, even if he was rehired from a former key middle school. But he owed a favor to the Luo family, and when the Luo family came to invite him, he just packed his luggage and came here.

After Old Man Bai heard about it, he made a phone call to encourage his grandson and promised a lot of gifts.The old chief himself didn't study much, but he hoped that the younger generation could be literate and martial, especially Bai Luochuan was the only child in the family, and his personality and temperament were the most similar to him, and the more he watched, the more he loved him, and he wanted to hold him in his hand and pamper him.

Teacher Wei lives in Bai's house, and the other vacant apartment on the second floor was given to him. It was also for the purpose of tutoring Bai Luochuan in the nearby study room, and he had to teach a few hours of homework alone after school every day.

After he came, he realized that he was teaching a primary school student. He was a little dumbfounded, but he patiently gave Bai Luochuan a few questions as a test. Bai Luochuan did it seriously, but he still made a few mistakes.Teacher Wei taught patiently for two days, and when he took the test again, it was quite different from before. Young Master Bai was just playful, but when he got serious, the speed of learning was like a sponge absorbing water, which surprised Teacher Wei, and slowly began to give He increased the difficulty.

After hearing what Teacher Wei said, Mrs. Bai was secretly delighted, and took the opportunity to add a few more courses, one of which was foreign language.

When Bai Luochuan was learning, he just raised his head and asked her: "Does Xiaoguai also learn this?"

Madam Bai said seriously: "Yes, he also learns this."

Bai Luochuan began to study hard without making a sound, especially desperately. He was such a child as if he wanted to eat all the thick stack of books on the desk. Within two days, Mrs. Bai couldn't read it anymore. Let the teacher reduce two classes for him.Bai Luochuan even made a fuss over this, pursed his lips and looked up at his mother with stubborn eyes, "I want to learn."

Madam Bai had no choice but to add it back to him.

In this way, Teacher Wei changed from lack of interest at the beginning to taking care of children seriously, and teaching more seriously.

On the other side, Mi Yang went to Class [-], Grade [-] with his small schoolbag on his back.

As soon as I entered the teacher's office on the second floor, I ran into a familiar person.In the third grade, the teacher who handed over to his former teacher was a female teacher in her fifties, with short curly hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. Just by looking at her face, she was very strict and didn’t like to laugh. Kind of like a dean of students.

The young teacher who brought Mi Yang said with a smile: "Here, Mr. Wang, this is the student. The principal has agreed to let him come to the third grade. I will trouble you to take care of him in the future."

Teacher Wang looked down at Mi Yang, and couldn't help frowning when he saw his little radish, and said, "How old is this? Isn't sending it here now to add to our burden?"

The young teacher was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "But he is really smart, and he hasn't made any mistakes in the questions..."

Teacher Wang waved his hands and said impatiently: "Smartness is one thing, age is another. A few years ago, TV was still reporting on the juvenile class, and there were also those who went to college at the age of 12. Didn't they all get dropped out of school?" ? He can’t take care of himself. This has nothing to do with intelligence. He’s young. What if he starts crying in class? Should I call his parents and send him back to the first grade? You’re simply causing trouble to the seniors.”

The young teacher was scolded by her head and face, his face was also red and white, and he stopped talking.

That teacher Wang was angry in his heart, but he couldn't tell the school leaders. He just caught the young teacher and said a few words, and didn't dare to really push Mi Yang out. After all, the principal signed and approved the delivery, and she only Neng reluctantly accepts this student.

Mi Yang looked at her and thought for a while, then suddenly remembered who she was.

When he came to school on the first day before, he was told by this teacher once to eat sesame biscuits, but he didn't expect to meet her again this time.

Teacher Wang brought Mi Yang in, and there was an uproar in the class, many curious eyes fixed on Mi Yang, and someone said "he is so small", which caused a burst of laughter.

Teacher Wang patted the table with the blackboard eraser and said, "Quiet!"

After the class calmed down, she said, "Everyone should have heard about it. This is a new transfer student in our class. Now let him introduce himself."

Mi Yang stood on the podium, trying to think about the self-introduction of the elementary school students, and said: "Hi everyone, my name is Mi Yang, and I am 7 years old. My hobbies are handicrafts and writing. I am very happy to be in the same class with you. Please take care of me from now on!"

The classmates in the class are all nine-year-old children. Although they are curious about him, they applaud very respectfully. The atmosphere is quite good.

Teacher Wang didn't give Mi Yang any special treatment. When arranging seats, he was the same as the transfer students. He was asked to sit in an empty seat in the fifth row by the window, bent down and said to him: "Our class seats are arranged according to the exam. It’s a noun, it’s different from the first grade, you’re a transfer student, if you’re late, find an empty seat, and wait for the next exam and wait for another seat.”

Mi Yang sat inside with his schoolbag on his back, nodding repeatedly.

He doesn't want to sit in the first row, although the front row seems to be the place where good students gather, especially the first row is always the place where the teacher loves the students the most, but sitting in the first row is like eating chalk dust ah!After a class, the face is covered with chalk foam.

Teacher Wang was a little satisfied with his understanding, turned around and left.

After waiting for Teacher Wang to go away, the new deskmate next to him turned his head and looked him up and down curiously, his eyes were shining.

Mi Yang also raised his head to look at him. This boy who is two years older than him has black and shining pupils, and his hair and eyebrows are also thicker. He can see the heroic spirit on the small face that has not yet grown up, like a white streaked outside. Yang Shu, like the local children in the border town, this child also has a very healthy wheat-colored skin. When he smiles, he reveals a mouthful of neat white teeth, with pointed canines, like a wolf cub with smooth fur.

It's just that his behavior is not as decent as his appearance. He reached out and touched Mi Yang tentatively: "Hey, kid!"

Mi Yang: "?"

"You said your hobby is writing? You write one and I'll see," the boy immediately landed his finger on Mi Yang's face, and gently pulled his soft face with a smirk. "If you write well, I will do all my homework for you in the future."

Mi Yang: "...!!"