Her son's gentle words seemed to be addressed only to Minghua.
Yu Youyi sighed secretly and raised her eyebrows to look at her husband; Yan Fanghong was also looking at her at this time, their eyes intertwined in the air, and they were speechless.
"Huahua, okay?"
Yan Fu'an tightened his hands and coaxed again.
The ten-year-old boy's figure has grown rapidly, and he has already acquired the appearance of a boy; his handsome face has contours and edges, and the longer he grows, the more he looks like the sky.
"We are in the same class. It is convenient to go to and from school. We can eat together at noon. If you want to play, we will play together in our spare time. We will go to junior high school, high school, and university together. I will always be with you, okay?"
She didn't want to, but his cautious look prevented her from saying no.
After staring at him seriously for a while, the anticipation, longing and tenderness for her in his eyes were so real.
Minghua muttered silently, why did this man come through a calamity, as if he had turned on some incredible switch.
"Huahua." She didn't speak for a long time. Fu'an's pupils tightened slightly and his heart tightened.
Yu Youyi hugged her and said, "If Huahua doesn't want to go, forget it. We are all in the same school, and it doesn't matter if she is in the same class or not."
Minghua came back to her senses and glanced at Yan Fu'an's nervous look first, and then at Yu Youyi's tolerant and gentle smile, as if giving her the courage to refuse; while Yan Fanghong, who was next to Yan Fu'an, looked at her with a smile. They talk.
"Mom, can I try to skip a grade?"
Yan Fu'an's frowning eyebrows relaxed, and he held her hand a little tighter.
Yu Youyi spoke solemnly, "Have you thought about it?"
"Think about it." She does know how to do it. In that case, it doesn't matter if she agrees to Yanfu'an's request; just as she remembers a memory given by Tiandao, Yanfu'an had excellent grades in the high school entrance examination and was the first in the district at that time.
With excellent grades, Yan Fuan went to a key state-run high school instead of a noble high school.
At that time, Luo Tiantian relied on a huge investment to enter a key high school with Yan Fu'an. Unfortunately, she was an unmotivated student. There was a top student next to her who didn't know how to follow her. After all, she had grown up together, so Yan Fu'an It's not enough for An to provide counseling.
An adopted girl with no ambition, like an idle fish; she was captured by the male protagonist who was trying to seize her luck in junior high school, and she has been pestering her from junior high school to high school.
After being discovered by Yan's family, Yu Youyi sent her abroad.
I came back again and had sex with the male protagonist who was a gangster, and they were so entangled that he didn't mind even if he had countless harems; it was like a love brain.
Moreover, it is the kind of person with incorrect outlook on life.
No one who has a little bit of three-dimensional views will like people who are stepping on eighteen boats.
She just likes it. She also likes it after knowing it. She loves her to the death; and she is the only one to live and die for it. The male protagonist who wins the fortune is free and easy to open the harem. I am in a good mood today and think about who will sleep with whom. If I am in a bad mood tomorrow, I will think about it. I went to another one for comfort.
The more he thought about it, the more Minghua shivered.
What kind of crazy development path is this? Could it be that the fate system can forcibly reduce intelligence?
She is here, Luo Tiantian has not been adopted, but she does not know whether she can still go to a key high school; in this case, she follows Yan Fuan and can always observe everyone who appears around him.
"Okay, let's go directly to the principal." Yu Youyi nodded and said to Yan Fanghong: "Husband, if the children are willing, let's have a relationship."
Yan Fanghong chuckled and nodded, and glanced at his son with a meaningful look. This boy was really good at showing weakness. Look at how well he handled Huahua. As an old man, he had never done this before.
Thinking of this, he looked at Yu Youyi, wondering if he should give it a try; maybe there would be unexpected results. As long as his wife was not angry, she could be gentle and soft, and show weakness, she should be able to get something that she never dared to think of in the past. benefit.
The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became. Yan Fanghong immediately took his mobile phone to contact the principal of the Noble School. After setting a time, their car drove into the Noble School. Someone came to greet them and directed the vehicle to stay in the reserved parking space.
The group got out of the car and were led to the principal's office.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Yan. Good morning, Mrs. Yan." The principal, a middle-aged man with a wig on his head, stretched out his hand towards Yan Fanghong.
Don't ask why he knew he was wearing a wig. Minghua just wanted to say that the hair on that end was very inconsistent with him.
"Principal Zhang." Yan Fanghong shook hands with him, and they were separated at the first touch.
"Please sit down, please sit down."
Principal Zhang pointed to the solid wood sofa next to him.
Yan Fanghong took the initiative to change the topic, "We are here this time for our little girl to enter school."
"This is Miss Yanjia. She is really spiritual and a smart child." Principal Zhang glanced at Minghua and took a second look. While remembering her, he was also attracted by Minghua's spiritual energy.
It's true that there are some children who are smart. It's rare to see a girl like this young lady from the Yan family. Her eyes were lively and smart. Without saying much, he could tell that she was a very smart little girl. .
"Principal Zhang is so complimentary." Yan Fanghong continued with a smile: "My Minghua is studying with Fu An and has already learned the fourth grade courses; we are here this time to help Minghua skip a grade in school. We want her to be in the same class as Fu An, preferably at the same table."
Principal Zhang looked at Minghua uncertainly, "Miss Yan really took the fourth-grade courses?"
"Principal, Huahua studied with me, and she did very well." Yan Fu'an said.
Principal Zhang hesitated for a moment and said: "Miss Yan wants to skip a grade. She needs to take a grade-skipping exam. She will take the exam papers for the first half of the fourth grade in the previous semester. As long as she can get 80 points in each subject, I can make the decision to move her student status to Class 1, fourth grade, in the same class as Master Yan."
Yan Fuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Thank you, principal."
"Young Master Yan, you're welcome." Principal Zhang looked at the Yan family couple who were sitting next to them and smiled silently, knowing that they had no objection.
So, he called the head teacher of Class 1 of the fourth grade, called the dean, and the head teachers of the other two classes. He asked the dean to find the final exam papers for the first semester of the fourth grade and send them to them together.
After everyone arrived, Principal Zhang introduced them to each other and explained the purpose of the banquet family.
The three head teachers and the dean looked at Minghua and the Yan family unexpectedly. No one said anything for a while. It wasn't that they didn't want to say anything, but they didn't know what to say. Children who had never been to the first grade were suddenly going to jump to the fourth grade. , it’s a bit incredible to think about it.
If he can really successfully skip a grade, he will be a genius among geniuses.
Yan Fu An was a genius if he could jump to the first level back then.
The dean was a chubby Mediterranean man. He put the test paper on the coffee table and stepped aside.
Minghua wrote calmly. There were not many test papers for the fourth grade, just a few words. It only took her more than forty minutes to finish them all and handed them over to several class teachers for review.
After another half hour, the three class teachers finished marking the papers; instead of marking one paper each, they marked each paper cross-wise.
