The crying Zhouzhou was healed by Huo Xiaoxiao's hug, blushing and stopped crying, and was taken away by Teacher Chen sobbing.
In the classroom, Lu Jing poked Yi Qian with his elbow: "Yi Qian, look, that kid hugged Huo Xiaoxiao just now!"
Yi Qian frowned.
Huo Xiaoxiao carried the four boxes of chocolates that Zhou Zhou gave her into the classroom, and Lu Jing swarmed up one by one.
"Xiao Xiao, who was the one who hugged you just now? Why did he hug you?"
"Is the chocolate also from him?"
"Why did he give you chocolate?"
Only Yi Qian remained silent.
"His name is Zhou Zhou, and he is my good friend in the small class. I like the chocolate he gave me very much, so he brought me a lot today."
Lu Jing and Chen looked at each other.
"Then can we try your chocolate?"
"Yes." Huo Xiaoxiao opened one of the boxes of chocolates, and Lu Jing took one each. Huo Xiaoxiao asked them, "How is it, is it delicious?"
Sweet, mellow chocolate, very delicious.
But Lu Jing immediately put on an unpalatable expression, "It's not tasty."
"Yeah, it's not tasty at all."
"It's not as delicious as the chocolate Yi Qian brought us last time."
Huo Xiaoxiao pouted, "It's obviously delicious."
She stuffed one into Yi Qian's mouth, "Is it delicious?"
Yi Qian was caught off guard that a piece of chocolate was stuffed into his mouth. He looked at Huo Xiaoxiao with a flushed face, and subconsciously said, "It's delicious."
Lu Jing poked him with a crutch.
Yi Qian reacted and said again: "But... it's not as delicious as my home's. I'll bring you my home's chocolate tomorrow, which is much more delicious than this."
Huo Xiaoxiao was dubious, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. Eat mine, don't eat his. It's not tasty."
"I think it's delicious. If you don't like it, I'll eat it alone."
Huo Xiaoxiao happily put the chocolate into her schoolbag and sat down.
He didn't pay attention to Yi Qian's unhappy little expression.
Teacher Zhao walked in from the outside, "Kids, everyone, sit down quickly. Yi Qian, Lu Jingyi, you guys, sit down quickly."
The Four Demon Kings were reluctant to sit in their seats.
"Yesterday the teacher taught everyone how to write six. Now, please take out the homework assigned by the teacher yesterday and put it on the table. Now the teacher will see which child writes the best and most seriously!"
"Okay!" There was an endless stream of voices in different voices.
After rustling, several children took out their homework from their schoolbags and put them on the table.
Lu Jingyi scratched his head and looked at Yi Qian, "Yi Qian, have you written it yet?"
Yi Qian calmly took out his homework from his schoolbag.
Lu Jingyi looked at Jiang Yue again, "Jiang Yue, have you written it yet?"
Jiang Yue took out the homework book from her schoolbag.
"Xiang Chen..."
Xiang Chen took the homework out of his schoolbag.
"Wow, you are not enough brothers! Didn't I call you last night to say that I didn't write?"
Teacher Zhao said, "Lu Jingyi, quickly take out your homework."
Lu Jing glared at the three of them, stood up, "I didn't write, teacher."
"It's you again! Lu Jingyi, why don't you write every time?"
Lu Jingyi bowed his head and admitted his mistake graciously, obviously this was not the first time, "Teacher, I'm sorry I was wrong."
"Sit down, write now, and write twice."
Reluctantly, Lu Jing sat down, took out a pen and paper and wrote vigorously, and looked at Yi Qian and the three of them angrily, as if looking at a traitor.
Huo Xiaoxiao read the six written by Yi Qian and the others.
A whole page was written crookedly in matt characters, um... Although it's not very pretty, it's pretty good for them.
It is natural for a full-level boss to be a little arrogant when he is reborn in kindergarten.
After checking the homework of the entire class, Mr. Zhao praised the whole class, and then praised three of them.
"Children, come on, stretch out your fingers together with the teacher." Teacher Zhao raised his hand and stretched out one finger at a time.
"Seven fingers are seven, today the teacher will teach you how to write seven."
The teacher turned around and wrote seven strokes on the blackboard. After teaching, let the children write with a pen, walked among the children, and praised them one by one.
When he walked to Huo Xiaoxiao, the teacher brought a pen and paper, "Xiao Xiao, you transferred to our class today, so the teacher will teach you how to hold a pen first."
Huo Xiaoxiao had only held a paintbrush before, and it was not difficult to scribble casually in the palm of his hand. This was the first time he held a writing pen.
Teacher Zhao put the pencil in Huo Xiaoxiao's palm and taught her to hold the pencil with her thumb and index finger.
"Yes, that's it, Xiaoxiao is really smart, come, the teacher holds your hand."
Teacher Zhao held her hand and learned a few neat "seven" on the paper.
After finishing writing, "Xiao Xiao, write it yourself."
Isn't it just seven, there is no problem at all.
Huo Xiaoxiao held the pen and wrote seven on the paper with confidence.
One stroke, one vertical hook... The first time I hold a pen, my hand trembles slightly.
Picking up the pen, Huo Xiaoxiao looked at the seven he had written in front of him, and then at his hand holding the pen, his smile gradually disappeared.
"..."
This is... the power of the seal
No matter how powerful I was, now, in this body that is less than three years old, I'm still fighting five scum
Sorry for the inconvenience.
How could she have the right to laugh at Yi Qian and the others' words.
This stroke is like suffering from Parkinson's disease, and that vertical hook is like the Yellow River's nine bends and seventeen bends gradually bending to Siberia.
Why can't she control her hands!
Huo Xiaoxiao's mind collapsed.
My mind is full of who I am, why my writing is so hot, and why my handwriting is worse than a dog's gnaw
Where did her beautiful handwriting go
To put it bluntly, sprinkle a handful of rice and chickens on paper better than her.
The teacher was still encouraging her, "Xiaoxiao is awesome! You can write such great characters for the first time. Come on, try to write more!"
"… it is good."
After the teacher left, Yi Qian came over in a hurry, "Huo Xiaoxiao, show me what you wrote."
"I want to see it too, I want to see it too!"
Huo Xiaoxiao blushed, grabbed her notebook and hugged it to her chest, "You guys write your own, don't read mine!"
"Let's take a look. Mr. Zhao said you wrote well, we are all very curious."
If it weren't for the fact that these little devils in front of him were young, Huo Xiaoxiao might have misunderstood that they were mocking him!
He glanced sideways at the "seven" written in Yi Qian's notebook, and the hooks were neat and neat, much prettier than hers.
Huo Xiaoxiao became angry with embarrassment: "I won't show it to you! Write your own, don't disturb me!"
Seeing that Huo Xiaoxiao was a little angry, Yi Qian sat down and stopped pestering her.
There are more things to learn in the middle class than in the small class.
To put it simply, the small class only needs to develop some basic living habits and abilities, and spend most of the time growing up healthily in games and fun.
The middle class needs to learn some basic mathematics and Chinese basics, music, art, language, common sense, sports, etiquette and habits, etc.
The whole day, Huo Xiaoxiao was in a state of doubting her life, not for anything else, but for her "seven" with nine twists and eighteen bends.
As school was approaching, Huo Xiaoxiao couldn't recover from this low-pressure mood.
"Little, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. Grandpa is here to pick me up. I'll go first. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Huo Xiaoxiao sat listlessly on the car home, and without saying a word caught Mr. Huo's attention.
"Xiao Xiao, what's the matter? Why are you so unhappy today? Did someone bully you in kindergarten?"
Huo Xiaoxiao shook his head, "No."
Mr. Huo looked at her with worried eyes.
Back home, Huo Xiaoxiao plunged into his room, vowing to fight "Seven" to the end!
Aunt Zhao wanted to see what she was doing when she brought her fruit, but Huo Xiaoxiao protected the book under her elbows with both hands, preventing Aunt Zhao from taking a second look.
"Little, what can't Aunt Zhao see?"
Huo Xiaoxiao's remaining self-esteem does not allow such ugly words to be seen by others!
"That's... it's the homework assigned by the teacher. I'll show it to my aunt after I finish it."
Seeing that she was protecting food, Aunt Zhao couldn't help smiling, "Okay."
At six o'clock, it was rare for Huo Suicheng to go home early. At the dinner table, Huo Xiaoxiao gobbled it up. After eating, he got off the chair as soon as he wiped his mouth, and hurried back to his room.
Huo Suicheng had only eaten less than half a bowl of rice in his hand. It was the first time he saw Huo Xiaoxiao who was so active in eating, and he was still not used to it.
"What's wrong?"
Mr. Huo frowned, "There is something wrong when I came back from kindergarten today, and I don't like to talk."
These words caught Huo Suicheng's attention, and he thought about it and said: "It may be because of what happened yesterday."
"What happened yesterday?"
Huo Suicheng told Mr. Huo that Huo Xiaoxiao met Ji Wenxin in the kindergarten yesterday, and that Huo Xiaoxiao asked him about his mother.
When the old gentleman heard this, he put his chopsticks on the table, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"I'm still thinking about how to tell her."
"Xiaoxiao has been smarter than children of the same age since she was a child. You think she doesn't understand things. Since she asked about her mother, you should find a chance and talk to her about it."
Huo Suicheng thought for a moment, nodded, "I see."
In the room, Huo Xiaoxiao wrote vigorously, writing a few pages of the homework book with one stroke and one vertical hook, and finally wrote a relatively satisfactory "seven".
She wrote so many "seven", she almost didn't know the word.
But now the word "seven" should be readable.
Huo Xiaoxiao's aesthetics are a little numb after writing too much.
It's the first time to write, and the requirements can't be too high. If it's written like this, her father and grandpa will definitely praise her.
After appreciating herself, she went to find her father with her homework.
Downstairs, her father was still chatting with her grandfather about Ji Wenxin.
"Since Xiaoxiao's mother is back, find a time to talk to her and see what she thinks."
"I'll find time to talk to her later."
"Also, if Xiaoxiao wants to see her mother, you can take her there sometime. You can't keep her from seeing her mother for the rest of your life."
"I know, but..."
"Little!" Old Mr. Huo exclaimed.
Huo Suicheng looked back for a moment.
Huo Xiaoxiao was still very short, his head was just above the height of the sofa cushion, and when he came down from the stairs, his figure was just blocked by the back of the sofa.
When Mr. Huo found her, she was already standing on the sofa.
"Why are you here?"
Huo Xiaoxiao took her homework and ran to Huo Suicheng excitedly, "I've been here for a while."
Huo Suicheng glanced at Mr. Huo, and hugged her to the sofa, "Then you heard what Dad and Grandpa said?"
Huo Xiaoxiao nodded.
Huo Suicheng took a deep breath, "Xiao Xiao, listen to Dad, Dad originally wanted to tell you about this later..."
Huo Xiaoxiao stared at his homework.
"Dad has never told you about your mother. Do you still remember the aunt I met at the gate of the kindergarten that day? She is your mother. When you were just born, your mother left you for various reasons. Now that you are back, you Want to see her again?"
Huo Xiaoxiao nodded again.
"..." After a short silence, Huo Suicheng said: "Then find time, Dad will take you to see her."
Huo Xiaoxiao looked up at Huo Suicheng, "Dad, have you finished?"
"... It's over."
"Can Dad sign it for me?"
"?"
Huo Xiaoxiao spread out the homework, and shyly handed the homework to Huo Suicheng, "The teacher assigned homework, I finished it, you have to sign the homework."
Huo Suicheng looked at the crooked "seven" in the homework book, and was a little shocked visually, "You wrote this?"
"Ang! I wrote it. Today the teacher taught me to hold a pen and also taught me to write this character. Dad, look, can I write well?"
Mr. Huo came over to take a look, and coughed heavily.
Huo Suichengkou should not feel heavy and praised: "... not bad, very good."
Huo Xiaoxiao chased after him and asked, "Really? Where is it good?"
"The good thing is..." Huo Suicheng thought for a while, but couldn't figure out why, "If you don't tell me, I really don't know it's a 'seven'."
"..."