Three years later.
The warm winter sunshine shines into the bright classroom, and several students sit in a circle around a round table.
The physics teacher sat in the middle and led the students to reflect on the reasons for their failure in the International High School Physics Competition.
“It was beyond my expectation that I didn’t win any prize in this competition, but don’t be discouraged. There will be another chance next time. We will definitely be able to achieve our goal next time.”
Gong Wangheng sat on the teacher's left, twirling his pen, obviously not taking these words seriously.
The phone in his pocket vibrated several times in a row. He took it out and saw the caller ID was "Baby". He interrupted the teacher who was talking and said, "Teacher, my family is looking for me. I'm going out to answer the phone."
Shen Shuyi, who was sitting next to him, saw "Baby" on the caller ID and realized that this was not a family member, but just his neighbor's little brother.
Gong Wangheng walked out of the classroom and answered the call: "Hello?"
On the other end of the line, Xiao Yuanyuan's voice came over quickly: "Brother, why did you answer just now?"
My brother is already seven years old, but his voice is still the same as when he was a child, sweet and soft, and he still sounds like a little baby.
"I'm in class, what can I do for you?"
"I'm fine. I'm in class too." The younger brother said slowly, "But my get out of class is about to end. Can you come pick me up? And then take me to eat octopus balls?"
He just knew it.
My brother would not call me at this time for no reason.
Gong Wangheng checked the time: "How long will your get out of class last?"
"… About twenty minutes left? I still have one piece to play, and we can end the get out of class after I finish it!"
"Where did you call me from?"
"Toilet." The younger brother lowered his voice, "I sneaked out and now I have to go back."
The aversion to studying is something that can be seen from the age of three.
When my younger brother was in kindergarten, he hated kindergarten. When he was in elementary school, he hated elementary school. Now his parents forced him to learn piano, and unsurprisingly, he hates the piano too.
Gong Wangheng didn't know when his side would end, but he lost interest from the beginning. He didn't refuse his brother and directly agreed: "Okay, then I'll pick you up later."
"Okay!" The younger brother hung up the phone happily, "Then I'll go back and play the piano right away!"
Gong Wangheng hung up the phone and went back to the classroom, saying to the teacher, "Teacher, I have something to do at home, so I have to leave first."
The teacher was stunned, but before he could say anything, Shen Shuyi, who had just been sitting next to him, spoke first, "You're leaving now? It was because you didn't come the other day that we had to postpone our reflection and review until today. Why are you leaving before it's even finished?"
In recent years, Gong Wangheng's condition has stabilized a lot, at least on the surface he can interact normally with others.
He skipped a grade and is now in middle school. He has also joined the city's physics competition team. Although he still has no interest in making friends, the best students in physics from several junior high schools in the city are all here, which has allowed Gong Wangheng to find some joy in learning.
He is the youngest in the team, the smartest but also the most difficult to get along with.
No one knew that Gong Wangheng had a congenital emotional defect, they just thought he was extremely indifferent to people and things.
He has an elegant and noble appearance, like a little mixed-race prince. He is also tall. He is only eleven years old, but his height is almost 1.6 meters.
Shen Shuyi is three years older than him and is considered the default team leader in the competition team.
She wanted to get along well with Gong Wangheng, but Gong Wangheng was not grateful and always ignored her kindness.
They were full of confidence when they went abroad to participate in the physics competition, aiming to win a prize. However, some of them did not perform well in the last round, and they missed the prize by one medal.
According to the usual practice, we should get together to reflect and introspect after returning to China, but because Gong Wangheng said he was busy, the meeting was postponed to Sunday.
As a result, his attitude didn't seem serious from the beginning, and now he even wanted to leave early.
Shen Shuyi got angry when she saw his cold and expressionless appearance. The teacher asked her to shut up, but she kept saying, "What family matter? I saw that it was your neighbor's little brother who called. Can you have a sense of collective honor? Isn't the current situation more important than playing with your children?"
Gong Wangheng has been feeling oppressive since he was a child, and it has only been a little better in the past two years. But he obviously didn't like what Shen Shuyi said. When he frowned, that oppressive feeling came up again.
Shen Shuyi was frightened by his eyes, but she still refused to accept it: "… What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? I saw your caller ID, it's the kid you mentioned."
Gong Wangheng looked straight at her: "He is my brother. To me, he is more important than all of you combined."
His tone was calm, yet extremely insulting: "As for why you couldn't solve such a simple problem, it is indeed something you should reflect on. I think this has nothing to do with collective honor. What you should improve is your intelligence."
Shen Shuyi: "...Don't be too harsh!"
Too much
Is it too much to tell the truth
The teacher interrupted in time: "Okay, no more talking."
He said to Gong Wangheng, "If you have something to do, go ahead."
Gong Wangheng nodded and picked up his things: "Thank you, teacher."
Shen Shuyi looked at Gong Wangheng's back as he left, and said to the teacher unhappily, "... Teacher! He really went too far!"
The teacher understood that Gong Wangheng was not easy to get along with.
This child is completely different from other children of the same age, and adults cannot see through his thoughts.
But who can blame him for being smart? In this competition, Gong Wangheng's individual results in both theory and experiment were close to full marks - as he said, judging from the results alone, he really had nothing to reflect on.
"Alright, alright, whatever. Leave him alone and let's continue our journey."
Gong Wangheng left the classroom, quickly went down the teaching building, and went out through the back door of the school.
Today is Sunday, the school gate is closed, and the driver is waiting for him at the back door. Seeing him come out early, he asked, "Young Master, did the class go well today?"
Gong Wangheng thought for a moment and said, "It's going well. Let's not go home yet and go pick up Yuanyuan."
The driver was not surprised as he was used to it.
The young master next door would come to Gong Wangheng every time he wanted to go out for dinner or play. The Gong family driver was even familiar with the place where he took piano lessons.
When Gong Wangheng arrived, Xiao Yuanyuan had already finished class.
It was obvious that she really didn't like piano lessons. In the middle of winter, she didn't want to stay in the classroom for even a second and ran to the door to wait for him.
As soon as Gong Wangheng got out of the car, the little baby rushed towards him.
He hugged her brother the same way as before, clinging to him like a koala. The little baby got straight to the point: "Brother, take me to eat octopus balls quickly!"
In three years, the little baby has grown a lot.
He successfully obtained his kindergarten diploma and entered elementary school, and at the insistence of Father Gu and Father Bai, he started taking vocal and piano lessons.
When I was in the last year of kindergarten, the school formed a children's choir for the New Year's Day activities.
The little baby was fortunately selected, and then the teacher unexpectedly discovered that he sang well and had excellent voice conditions, and suggested that his parents could cultivate him in this area.
Mr. Gu and Mr. Bai hesitated for a long time about this.
It is very common for children to learn one or two special skills nowadays, but the little baby is special, and his parents don’t want to restrict him in the same way as ordinary people, they just hope that he can grow up happily.
Later, when Gu's mother found out about this, she scolded the two fathers severely, saying that they were wasting their children's time and not nurturing their talents. She said that they were blinded by greed and no one knew what they were thinking - the little baby was sent to vocal lessons and piano lessons by the two fathers.
But regardless of whether he has talent or not, the little baby has no interest in any courses that take up extra play time. He will avoid them if he can, escape if he can, pretend to be sick without hesitation, and will never waste time if he can take leave.
However, after nearly a year of study, the little baby has participated in several choir performances of all sizes, and can play the piano quite well.
He looks better than before, now a big pink and tender peach.
Her chubby cheeks have become a little thinner, but the baby fat is still there, and she looks so soft that I want to pinch her.
He can speak fluently now. Although he cannot speak fluently, he does not need to pause at strange places and his sentences are complete.
The only regret is that he is not very tall.
Three years passed. Other children were growing taller, but he ate and drank very hard, yet he only grew 15 centimeters in three years.
So after entering elementary school, it was no surprise that I sat in the first row under the podium, a prime feng shui location where the teacher could easily notice me.
His deskmate turned out to be Chen Shuying after all the twists and turns. Perhaps because they were not human, their height growth rate was very slow. After seeing each other keeping each other company, the two children felt much better.
Now Gong Wangheng can easily catch his younger brother when he pounces on him.
After getting in the car with the little baby, Gong Wangheng asked him, "How was the class today?"
The little baby took off his hat, gloves and scarf in the car and sighed: "Oh."
Let’s not talk about it.
His teacher was a famous pianist in the city who focused on sight-singing and required the little baby to sing while playing the piano. As a result, the little baby was in a trance after class every day, with the echo of Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Si-To in his mind.
To be honest, this poses a considerable obstacle to the baby's learning.
The bird's brain is so small that he often forgets what he has learned. After finally learning pinyin, he learned the multiplication table. Sometimes when he looks at Arabic numerals, he just says do, re, mi, and fa.
How can one learn this
The little baby felt a tightness in his chest when he thought of the multiplication table.
Not long after he sat down, his smart watch rang.
Gu Xiefeng called.
The little baby raised his hand and answered: "Hello, Dad."
"Is Yuanyuan done with get out of class?" Gu Xiefeng asked, "Where are you going to play again? You don't even want a driver? Are you bothering Brother Hengheng again?"
The little baby pouted and said, "I didn't bother Brother Hengheng. I formally invited Brother Hengheng to accompany me to eat octopus balls."
The problem of misusing words remains the same as before.
Gong Wangheng said, "Uncle Gu, I happen to be free today. I'll take Yuanyuan home after dinner, don't worry."
Gu Xiefeng said helplessly: "Hengheng, I'm so sorry to trouble you again."
"It's okay, I'm not a bother."
"Did you hear that? Brother Hengheng is not a troublesome person!" The little baby has learned to talk back and even dislikes his father, "You are nothing like me. You don't take me out to eat, and you don't accompany me to do homework."
When it comes to the topic of helping with homework, Mr. Gu immediately fell silent: "Okay, then you should go home early and don't stay out too late."
"Know it!"
"Uncle Gu, don't worry."
After hanging up the phone, the little darling asked Gong Wangheng: "Brother, after we finish eating octopus balls, can I go to your house to do my homework?"
It's rare for someone to take the initiative to do homework.
Gong Wangheng gave his support: "Sure, come on."
The little baby pressed on: "Then can you help me with my homework?"
When I was in kindergarten, I didn’t know how useful Brother Hengheng was. After entering elementary school, the little baby finally understood the correct usage of Brother Hengheng.
But this request was ruthlessly rejected by Gong Wangheng: "No, write it yourself."
The little baby didn't expect his brother to refuse so straightforwardly. He blinked his big eyes and said, "... Then brother, please teach me how to do my math homework."
Something more difficult than the physics competition seemed to emerge.
Gong Wangheng had tutored the little darling several times before, but each time he ended up doubting his life. If this happened a few more times, their friendship would be in tatters.
Gong Wangheng looked at the peach and said, "Then I'll write it for you."
The author has something to say: Ding Dong, your elementary school wish is online!
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Previous Chapter:
Yuanyuan loves dad the most, and dad also loves Yuanyuan the most.
Tutorial assignments:
Yuanyuan: What a stinky dad
Mr. Gu: You can run away from home now.
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The red envelopes for the first two chapters have been sent out. I didn't send them wrong the first time, but Jinjiang got stuck, and I haven't sent them out yet_(:3∠)_ I don't know when they will be sent out. I've experienced this once before, and it took several days for the red envelopes to be sent out_(:3∠)_