"Ning Ning."
The young man stood in front of Ning Ning. A strand of black hair fell when he bent down. His skin was as white as porcelain and his eyes were clear and gentle: "Brother is too anxious to drive."
"Brother, it's okay."
Ning Ning smiled brightly: "Brother is great."
"Brother will work hard." Xu Yanming, who has always been a peerless genius, was a little shy and embarrassed, but his next words made the little girl's face change drastically: "One month is a long time, I will practice hard."
"You, you want to give me a month?"
Ning Ning's voice trembled.
Xu Yanming took it as a matter of course: "All the brothers will take turns picking you up and dropping you off for a month."
Ning Ning stared at Xu Yanming's handsome and cold face, endured it for a long time, patted her chest to comfort herself: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a month."
Just think of buying a monthly pass for a roller coaster.
"Goodbye brother."
Ning Ning found her class teacher and waved to her brother.
"Goodbye brother."
Zhang Manya and Zhou Qianqian imitated Ning Ning and waved to Xu Yanming.
Xu Yanming suddenly gained two cheap sisters.
The remaining Chu Yi child remained rational. He was originally led astray by these three. He raised his hand and put it down again. He raised his head proudly and said, "Goodbye, Brother Xu."
Humph, a bunch of idiots.
Ning Ning and the others returned to the classroom where they had been away for two months.
On each child's table, there is a cute little flower basket.
The flowers in the flower basket are in bud, and the dew is crystal clear.
Exudes a faint fragrance.
There is a small card inside, which is a letter written personally by the principal for each child.
Ning Ning’s card said:
To the cute and smart little Ning Ning:
I hope that in the new semester, you can study happily, grow carefree, and play freely.
I have always liked our principal.
Each child has a new tablet computer on their desk.
The system inside contains all the materials and learning courses.
Teachers can remotely adjust the course materials on students' tablets according to the teaching progress on the electronic screen.
"So why do we have to come and move the homework books?"
Chu Yi's little long legs flew up, holding a thick stack of homework books in his hands, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.
Ning Ning had to start running from behind: "Can you walk slower?"
Chu Yi paused and slowed down.
The little girl let out a long sigh of relief, and the scent of new ink from the homework book hit her face.
These inks are of the best quality.
What kind of ancient production method, what kind of lotus root silk black mud printing.
These ten homework books alone consumed a pound of lotus root silk gold and black ink pad.
That kind of black ink pad seems to be equivalent to gold.
Very fragrant and smells great.
Their principal has a strange hobby. Every time the semester starts, he likes to find some things that are about to be lost in ancient times and can be used in learning. He gives people a lot of money and buys the things for the children to use.
The principal said this is called protecting traditional skills.
"The principal said that by combining high technology with ancient methods, we can attend classes without textbooks, but we need to put pen and ink on paper and copy homework."
Because if you use a tablet to write homework, many children will not be able to remember it.
If you use a notebook to write homework, if you copy it more than ten times, even the poorest child can memorize it.
The principal said, "A good memory is worse than a bad writing."
Chu Yi had a question mark on his face.
It always felt like the principal was fooling them.
The two children walked into the classroom and handed out notebooks to their classmates.
Their class was small, and two children were transferred this semester, saying they were sent to study in London. Before leaving, the two children held Ning Ning’s hands and cried so miserably: "Ugh, snot and tears." Oh, in this life...can I come back and eat Mr. Charlie’s little cakes?”
My parents simply couldn't see it.
Don't miss anything, you miss a cake?
Uninformed outsiders thought we were abusing our children by not giving them food and drink.
The two children who were crying like watering cans were sobbing: "You don't understand, Mr. Charlie's cakes are the most delicious in the world..."
Ning Ning was extremely sympathetic: "Don't worry, we will definitely take a video of you while we are eating the cake."
Two small watering cans: Is it still painful to kill people?
"Have you contacted me yet?"
Zhou Qianqian stood on tiptoes, leaned out half of her body, and asked Zhang Manya in front of her across the table.
Zhang Manya gestured with her OK finger without looking back: "Contacted."
There was a crackling sound of electricity.
The faces of two children appeared on the screen, wearing thick warm hoods and dressed like little penguins, waving to the camera: "Ah, Zhang Manya."
Zhang Manya said: "What are you doing?"
Two children: "What did you say?"
Zhang Manya said loudly: "What are you doing?!"
The whole classroom is filled with Zhang Manya’s praises.
The signal to the two children was not good, and the roaring wind blew the camera lens around and around.
"We are watching baby penguins in Antarctica."
"Are you watching baby penguins in Antarctica?" Zhang Manya repeatedly called to a group of children.
Everyone gathered together and watched the camera.
"Yes, yes."
The two children moved the camera, and a group of cute and chubby penguin babies that had just shed their lanugo hair appeared in the camera. They walked staggeringly and jumped up and down.
"Wow."
The two children held their faces together: "Isn't it cute?"
"Wow." A group of children in the classroom cheered: "It's super cute."
Everyone admired the baby penguins for a while.
"We start school today."
Ning Ning speaks loudly to the camera.
There was no way the wind was too noisy over there and the signal was not good enough so I couldn't hear clearly intermittently.
"We haven't started school yet." The start date for the two children is half a month different from Ning Ning's. It's rainy and cold in London this season. The parents feel sorry for the children and ask for leave from the school to take them out. Playing.
As for academics, it's not like studying in elite aristocratic primary schools in China. It's all about socializing.
Now that we don't even need to socialize, we naturally invite a few tutors to come back to make up lessons.
"Let's eat Mr. Charlie's small cake today."
He took out the furry fox schoolbag, reached in and touched a few times, and took out a pink cake box and a light purple cake box.
"Dang, dang, dang, two little cakes from Mr. Charlie!"
The small cake instantly became the focus of the camera and outside.
A pair of longing big eyes followed the movement of the cake.
Even Chu Yi, who was sitting in his seat writing his thoughts after reading, swallowed his saliva and subconsciously put down his pen.
“This one is made with purple taro puree and this one is filled with Oreos filled with strawberry cream!!!”
With a little finger pointing, Ning Ning thoughtfully added a note to the two small cakes: "They are all new products."
"Wow!!!"
The classroom was full of wow sounds.
Ning Ning was so proud that she put her finger on her waist and said, "Let's eat it for you to see."
That's right, we agreed to take a video while we were eating, and they just made a video call.
