Si Nian touched her head and said, "Then if someone asks you if you understand, what will you say?"
Yaoyao tilted her head and said, "I can't understand because my mother said I'm still young and I'll be able to understand everything when I'm seven years old."
Si Nian smiled and nodded: "You are so sensible. Mom will prepare delicious food for you."
Being so delayed by the Si family, the children had finished class before Si Nian even had time to cook.
Yaoyao didn't even play with the radio anymore. When Si Nian went to the kitchen to work, she sat on the sofa with her book and read.
But she couldn't read many of the words, and frowned as she read them.
When she was at Grandpa Jiang's house before, if she asked Grandpa Jiang about a word she didn't know, Grandpa Jiang would teach her.
But my mother is busy and my brother has not come back...
Just as he was distressed, the little boy came back.
Before anyone even entered the door, a loud voice came over: "Mom, Mom! I scored 70.5 on the math test today."
Fang Bowen was standing on the second floor. He was sick and the school gave him a day off. He hadn't been to school for several days.
Zhou Zehan's voice was heard all the way away.
I couldn't help but curl my lips, it's only seventy points, what's there to be happy about.
If he had only scored 70% on the exam, he would have been beaten long ago.
Just as he was about to close the curtains, he saw Si Nian walking out.
What followed was her gentle voice, "We, Xiaohan, are so powerful. Whatever you want to eat tonight, mommy will cook it for you."
"Mom, I want to eat braised pork!"
Fang Bowen couldn't listen anymore and closed the curtains.
During dinner in the evening, he still couldn't figure it out in his mind.
Why did Teacher Si praise Zhou Zehan when he only scored 70 points in the exam?
But I was only one point short, but I had to be punished by my mother.
Fang Bowen couldn't help but ask Fang Hui: "Mom, if I get 70 points on the test, will you be angry?"
Fang Hui immediately put down her chopsticks with a snap: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could you only get seventy points? How could my son, Fang Hui, get such a low score!"
Fang Bowen didn't dare to speak.
He still doesn't understand.
Why is this happening.
When Si Nian went to the classroom the next day, he found a small figure standing at the door.
The genius class is so small, there is only one person.
It’s Fang Bowen.
"Classmate Fang, you came to school, are you feeling well?" After all, Si Nian was an English teacher, so he couldn't pretend not to notice, so he said hello.
Although Fang Bowen usually liked to look at the brothers, he was very shy in front of Si Nian and said "hmm" with a blushing face.
Because of Fang Hui, Si Nian didn't have much contact with this child.
I was speechless for a moment.
But seeing that he looked troubled, he asked, "What's wrong? Do you have anything to do with me?"
Fang Bowen nodded slowly, and after a while he said: "Si, Teacher Si... thank you."
Si Nian looked at him.
After seeing him for a while, he said, "Thank you for taking me to the hospital and saving me last time."
Seeing that he was quite polite, Si Nian's previous unhappiness dissipated somewhat. After all, the other party was still a child. Although he didn't like Fang Hui, he wouldn't take it out on the child. He smiled and said, "You're welcome, that's all. That’s what teachers should do.”
Fang Bowen stopped talking again.
Si Nian was a little bald. Seeing that class was about to begin, he said, "If that's okay, teacher will go to class first."
Fang Bowen bit his lip and whispered "Hmm". Si Nian watched him twirling his fingers, frowned, and turned around.
Just after taking a few steps, I heard Fang Bowen's weak voice behind me: "Teacher Si, classmate Zhou Zehan only scored 70 points on the exam. Why are you not angry and why are you praising him?"
Si Nian was stunned for a moment, then turned around, only to see Fang Bowen looking at her with a complicated expression.
She was a little confused, thinking about the little boy who got 70% in the exam yesterday.
Could it be that Fang Bowen saw it.
She paused, stood still, and said with a smile, "Why do you ask that?"
Fang Bowen's face was filled with confusion: "I have never scored 70 points in the exam because my mother said that children with scores below 95 are poor students and are not worthy of praise. But classmate Zhou Zehan only scored 70 points in the exam. You reward him."
Si Nian probably understood why he asked this question.
Thinking about Fang Hui's education style, she frowned, took two steps forward, and said, "Classmate Fang Bowen, I don't know how your mother taught you, and I don't know what to say. But in my eyes, One hundred percent is not the most important, but working hard is the most important.”
