"Listen, Garen." Mother Triss bent down and said to her youngest son, "I decided to send you to kindergarten so that you won't bully my brother all day at home. He's scared when he sees you now. Do you think this decision How about it?"
Garen nodded.
"Kindergarten? Is it the kindergarten in the town?"
"Yes, although you are still a little early and young, your father and I agree that you are sufficient for admission." Terris replied seriously.
"Is Jason in elementary school?" Garen suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes, it's also the primary school in the town."
"Then I'm going to elementary school too." Garen didn't want to play games with those kids in kindergarten all day long. That was an absolute waste of time for him.
"Elementary school needs basic preschool education. Do you know what preschool education is? And you have to call Brother Jason."
"Really? That's really a pity, but I still have to go to elementary school." Garen replied affirmatively. "Haven't I already finished my preschool education?"
"Two-year-old children are not allowed to go to primary school, you are too young, my dear." Mother Teresy felt that it was a bit difficult to talk to her son.
"Does the national law stipulate that two-year-old children cannot go to elementary school?" Gallon asked rhetorically.
"Where did you know the word national law?" Triss felt extremely headache. "Although you can speak fluently now, the basics of art, music, mathematics, and Chinese must be laid."
"Like Jason?"
"Like Jason."
"But he is often beaten and cried by me, he is too weak."
"." Triss took a deep breath, "Honey, some things can't be represented by a simple fist."
"But those things have no effect on me beating him up."
Garen replied calmly.
"Oh my God." Terris felt that she was going crazy. As a psychologist, she couldn't understand the mental state of her youngest son at all.
"Mom, what do you think of my proposal? You have to have confidence in your son."
The conversation resulted in Triss fleeing the room.
She didn't know how to convince her son, maybe she had to use some tricks on her precocious son to let him know that muscles are not everything.
"It's not like he's two years old, he's five and six years old! Thomas, I don't know what to do with our son anymore"
Terris' voice could be heard faintly from outside the room.
"Don't worry, I'll just say our son is a genius." Father Emma was very proud.
Garen shook his head helplessly, and went to the bookshelf to take out a book and flip through it casually.
"Hey Gallon!" Jason ran in again at some point, waving a white inflatable stick, looking flamboyant.
"I'm going to cry you this time!" Jason yelled arrogantly.
Garen glanced at him, put down the book and walked up.
A left uppercut, an uppercut to the stomach!
boom! !
"Mom!!" Jason threw down the plastic stick and wept bitterly, and fled the room.
Garen returned to the bookshelf and continued reading.
After this incident, Garen was once again dragged by his father to do ideological education adjustments. The half-hour non-repetitive ideological conversation was his father Emma's stunt, and it was also the non-violent education method he was proud of.
But in the face of Garen, this education method is not very effective.
Garen was indeed listening very carefully, and it was clear from the way he nodded frequently, but the specific effect was worrying. What to do after listening is still the same.
Such a peaceful life passed day by day.
After all, Jia Long was sent to the kindergarten, and together with the neighbor's little Jieling, entered the kindergarten in the town. The reason is that as a human being, a social creature, there are a lot of problems with not being in contact with peers. Garen still agreed, although Xiao Jieling was obviously not at the level where she should enter kindergarten.
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The kindergarten is located on the west side of the town near the suburbs, only 300 meters away from Garen's house. It is a colorful house among many small gray manors.
The white outer wall is full of patterns of red strawberries, apples, yellow bananas and pineapples, surrounded by a small wall. Inside the wall are light yellow slides, hanging basket swings, rocking boards and other children's play props.
A large empty classroom with white walls, black blackboard, and three bright square windows on the left.
There are three large long tables in the middle of the classroom, all reddish-brown surfaces coated with smooth gum, and the sharp edges covered with a soft rubber layer.
A ponytailed woman in a red tracksuit is raising her hands and singing like a cat, which looks small even though she is in her thirties.
"Every day is the kitten's birthday, and every day you can eat fish."
"The kitten likes to catch mice, and balls of wool are her favorite too."
"I can jump, run, and climb trees, and my swimming is not so good."
"Cute, coquettish and meowing, cats are everyone's best friends."
Every time the teacher sang a line, more than a dozen children in the classroom sang along. The babbling was quite noisy, but the voices of children were very immature, so it sounded good.
"Yes, this is the music class." Garen sat at the end of the long table by the window, looking at the swaying leaves outside the window with some pain.
In the bright morning sunshine, the sycamore tree in the kindergarten is shedding yellow leaves. A thick layer has been laid under the tree, and the cleaning lady is cleaning the fallen leaves below to prevent caterpillars from stinging the children. them.
This is two months into his kindergarten and it's boring.
He wondered if he should show his genius so that he would not have to suffer the horror of being surrounded by young children.
"Yi Lian! Yi Lian Colt!" The teacher yelled again.
Such a situation happens every day, this little girl named Yilian Colt is called out by the teacher in public every day for sleeping in class.
Garen glanced back at the little girl with twin ponytails who stood up. Her big watery eyes were black, her yellow skin was not white, her skin was tender and supple, and her baby fat face looked cute, but at this moment But she stood up with an aggrieved face, feeling like she was about to cry.
"Teacher, I just accidentally apologized."
Yi Lian apologized softly.
The teacher had no choice but to scold them a little bit, after all, children of this age would cry if they were not paying attention, except for some exceptions.
"Garon, Garen!" A little fellow next to Garen was yelling softly, "Do you know why birds can fly?"
"Because it's hairy."
"Really? You can fly if you have hair? But my father also has a lot of hair. Why can't he fly?"
"Because his hair didn't grow in the right place."
"is that so?"
"Yes, that's it, Jie Ling, you can go back and ask your father." Garen said seriously to his little friend.
"oh"
The time for one class is over soon, and then the math class.
"Garon, come and demonstrate, what is 2 plus 5?" The math teacher is a little girl wearing glasses, about 20 years old, with a white T-shirt, a gray knee-length skirt, and a long ponytail. , looks very honest.
Garen instantly became the focus of more than a dozen children. He reluctantly dropped his paintbrush to pass the time and walked up to the blackboard.
Autumn is here, and he is wearing a gray turtleneck sweater, looking as if his whole body is wrapped in a sweater, very cute.
Picking up the extended chalk holder and brushing down the answer equal to 7, Garen turned around and left the podium without saying a word.
"Have you seen it? It's equal to 7! 2 plus 5 equals 7! It's really great, everyone applauds Jialong!" The teacher applauded happily.
Suddenly there was enthusiastic applause.
well.
Garen let out a long breath, how long will this kind of life last
He felt the chill in his heart getting heavier and heavier, but his body didn't feel any discomfort, on the contrary, he was very comfortable. The cold feeling was like eating a mouthful of cold watermelon when his mouth was dry and tongue dry, which was not normal. Comfortable.
However, although the cold heart was cultivated, the transformation process made Garen's body temperature slightly lower than that of ordinary children, and this transformation seemed to have affected his facial features and physical development.
The small body is getting longer and more neutral, and occasionally I can't tell if it's a little boy or a little girl when I look at it.
However, Garen didn't care about this. The children all looked similar when they were young, and it was easy to pretend to be a man and a woman in pink.
Kindergarten subjects include nature, society, mathematics, Chinese, art, and music. A class is 20 minutes long, and it is over quickly. Then there are all kinds of games. Sometimes the teacher will play together, play on the slide outside, take everyone to play games, and pretend to be a house wine.
At this time, Garen always draws quietly on the side, and his loyal admirer and little friend Jie Ling is always by his side, consciously imitating Garen's actions.
Crayons and watercolor pens were extremely flexible in Garen's hands.
He is actually not good at drawing, and he deliberately distorts it to avoid shocking the world, so although the things he draws look complete, they are still a bit sloppy and naive.
Houses, the sun on the hillside, birds, watchdogs, etc., etc., he drew all kinds of things, but no one could see that he was secretly trying to transform the cold heart.
With the transformation of the cold heart, Garen can mobilize the slightest bit of chill as long as he thinks, and concentrate it to cover the range of his fingers. This kind of chill can only lower his fingers by ten degrees at most, but the skin of his fingers is colder. , there is no other effect, but Garen regards it as training the uniformity of the power release, and at the same time, during the release process, he quietly feels and analyzes the source of the power.
Kindergarten life is boring. Apart from practicing secret martial arts every day, there are all kinds of boredom after that. Playing games with children and teachers is not enough to reflect your genius
(end of this chapter)