"Teacher Bai, come and see, this... is this what a five-year-old child should say!"
Teacher Yang's voice was filled with tears. He took out a crumpled paper ball from his pocket and threw it on the desk.
"What about 'I was deeply fascinated by you the first time I saw you', and 'I want to touch you...'" Teacher Yang couldn't continue and said angrily: "You don't learn well at such a young age.
I don’t know what I will be like when I grow up!”
These are words that even adults find difficult to say, and it is unimaginable to hear them coming from the mouth of a five-year-old child.
"Are all children who grew up in foreign countries so precocious?" Teacher Zhu interjected.
Bai Xiao unfolded the ball of paper. The words on it were crooked, but there was not a single typo.
Her eyes moved down and landed on the two little figures drawn with pencil in the lower right corner, holding hands with names written on their clothes.
"Yu Jingxi?"
As soon as Teacher Yang heard this name, the anger that had finally subsided started to rise again.
"Isn't it amazing that my grandfather is the top leader of the General Staff? My grandfather was also a hero in the war to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea!"
Bai Xiao couldn't laugh or cry at Teacher Yang's angry words. Seeing that it was almost time, she took her violin to class.
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There were only twelve students in the violin class, and after a sixty-minute class, Bai Xiao didn't feel too tired.
Passing by the painting class, Teacher Yang's gentle voice came from inside. It seemed that his anger had subsided.
Remembering that she hadn't had breakfast yet, Bai Xiao couldn't help but speed up her pace back to the office.
After just two steps, she was attracted by a small figure in the corner outside the classroom.
A red Big Mouth Monkey sweatshirt, green sweatpants of the same style, a pair of cowhide boots on his feet, and a cartoon square scarf around his neck. His mushroom-shaped thick black hair is slightly curly and looks fluffy and cute. Bai Xi's round face is inlaid with a pair of black
Big bright eyes.
Bai Xiao has been working in the art center for two years. She can't say all the students here by name, but she has met them more or less. But this person has her head held high, like a sulky child. She really
have no idea.
Thinking of what happened in the office in the morning, Bai Xiao looked at the door of the painting class and had an idea.
"That kid is really stubborn. He stood outside the classroom for almost an hour!"
After listening to the cleaning lady's words, Bai Xiao couldn't help but look at the child two more times.
He was holding a huge schoolbag in his hand. He hadn't looked carefully just now. Only then did Bai Xiao notice some slight bruises on his face, which should have been caused by a fight with his friends. For some reason, he suddenly felt faint.
He drooped his head in despair.
The sunlight hit him and cast a slanting shadow on the wall, making him look lonely and lonely.
Bai Xiao looked at him, unable to equate him with the troublemaking little Tai Sui described by Teacher Yang. What popped into her mind was the pair of little figures on the lower right side of the "love letter". Their funny drawing skills made her unable to bear it.
Keep raising the corners of your lips.
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I have to complete a website planning plan tonight, so I can only update it once, and I will continue with the second update tomorrow, beauties, please forgive me! One group boo~~
