Because according to the plan, classes can be held today, but Qiuqiu must make her own choice, and the teacher cannot make the decision for her.
"Let's do it tonight."
An extra day of training means a better chance of winning.
Jiang Qiuwan was not very good in his previous life. In his rebirth, he only gained experience, knowledge, and IQ, but not much.
To put it bluntly, whether you can successfully counterattack in this life depends on your efforts in this life.
Study hard, complete tasks hard, and get free points to improve your attribute values.
The only thing that doesn't require much training is the verbal calculation of addition and subtraction within ten. This shouldn't be difficult for an adult, right?
There is nothing wrong with reciting, but you need to learn it, master the recitation skills, and then add emotions and be generous. This will basically succeed. After all, it is a competition area for 3-6 years old, so it will not be difficult.
Reciting ancient poems requires good training and a lot of reciting, because Qiuqiu doesn't know a few poems and has returned all the things he learned before to the teacher.
I just remember a few songs that are familiar to me, but it’s impossible to win a prize just based on those songs.
According to Qiuqiu's idea, the three competitions are all very stable.
"How to allocate the three subjects? Which one to take first? Does Qiuqiu have any suggestions?"
"Let's memorize ancient poems first, then recite them aloud, and then do math orally."
"Okay, then follow Qiuqiu's arrangements."
Teacher Zhang sent Qiuqiu's training arrangements to the corresponding teachers and took Qiuqiu out of the office.
Because Qiuqiu had to participate in training next, she was not sent to the classroom. Instead, she went to a small classroom, a classroom that Qiuqiu had never been to before.
Entering the small classroom, there is already a teacher waiting inside.
Teacher Zhang introduced: "This is a teacher who trains people to recite ancient poems."
"Hello, teacher."
"Good Qiuqiu."
The teacher who trained memorization of ancient poems was very gentle. Jiang Qiuwan was very happy and she was also a gentle young lady.
Well~, actually, the teachers who teach Jiang Qiuwan now are very gentle.
Because the students in kindergarten are still young, if the teacher is too strict, it will not be good for the students. Therefore, teachers working in kindergarten are the best in terms of patience and character.
After Teacher Zhang exited, class began.
"Have Qiuqiu been exposed to ancient poetry before?"
"After being exposed to it, I can recite "Silent Night Thoughts" and "Spring Dawn"."
"Can you recite it to me and listen to it?"
"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the bright moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown.
When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn. I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and I know how many flowers have fallen."
"Not bad, you memorized it correctly. Does Qiuqiu know anything else?"
"Anything else? Nothing else."
Jiang Qiuwan thought about it carefully and realized that he really couldn't do it anymore. He only knew one or two sentences of the rest, but he couldn't memorize the whole song.
For example, the sentence about entering wine:
Ignore you, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and reaches the sea never to return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
It is my destiny that my talents will be useful, and I will come back to you after all my gold has been spent.
Hmm~, forget everything else, just remember these few sentences.
The same goes for other poems. I remember one or two lines, but maybe I don’t even remember the names of the ancient poems.
If this doesn't work, you have to memorize it again.
"Okay, you are already very good at knowing two songs. Next, I will teach you "Hoeing"."
"Oh~, I can do this too."
Jiang Qiuwan touched his nose guiltily, saying that he really couldn't remember it, so he really didn't blame me.
"It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the weeds.
Who knows that every meal on the plate is hard work."