Then, Lu Jianyan was severely slapped in the face by reality.
Who said that being able to go berserk would necessarily mean being unable to use the ability
It may also be extraordinarily powerful.
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The ground is full of shade, and the sun is getting late outside the window.
It's time for the children in Monterissor Kindergarten to take a nap again. Twelve children in a class share a huge dormitory, with separate washrooms and changing rooms specially separated for boys and girls. Each child has a small solid wood bed with his own nameplate on it, painted with colors and patterns chosen by the child.
Each dormitory is specially equipped with a teacher on duty who is responsible for supervising and coaxing the children to have a lunch break. Although it is said that five or six-year-old children are generally in the life stage of "sleep and you become paralyzed" and have excess energy, these professionally trained teachers who are full of patience that ordinary people cannot have always have a way to treat every child. The coaxing and submissive posts vary from person to person so that all children can get enough rest, and then smoothly start an afternoon of study and entertainment.
Lu, six years old, saw Yan take advantage of the time when the teacher on duty went out to make a phone call, and sat up on the cot, staring at his hands that had shrunk by at least half.
It is soft and fleshy, and there are four small pits visible to the naked eye on the back of the hand. It looks like a child's hand.
Lu Jianyan ruthlessly pinched his own tiger's mouth, it was extremely painful, and the child's skin was so delicate that it easily turned red. But this kind of heart-to-heart pain and stimulation is enough to prove that Lu Jianyan has really returned to his childhood. To be precise, it should be eighteen years ago. At that time, Lu Jianyan was still in kindergarten, and his stupid brother was just born a few months ago, which was very annoying.
Lu Jianyan's memory of this period has long been blurred. The only thing he still remembers so far is that his mother insisted on embroidering his name on the small quilt he used in kindergarten, and then... there was a small quilt that was stained with blood and did not need to be replaced. It became Lu Jianyan's most unique kindergarten memory.
Tsk, maternal love is like blood.
Lu Jianyan didn't give up, couldn't believe that he was really reborn, so he got up quietly, jumped off the bed that was only a few centimeters off the ground, and landed perfectly!
After putting on the shoes, they inevitably made a noise and creaked when they rubbed against the floor, and the little boy who had long been forgotten by Lu Jianyan frowned on the small bed next door. Fortunately, the little boy was not woken up in the end, he just turned over and went back to sleep.
Just in case, Lu Jianyan waited for a while. By the way, he turned around and admired the whole picture of his bed—it was filled with various Q version superheroes, Superman, Batman, and Captain America.
He had forgotten that he had so seriously wanted to be an unsung hero who would fight for world peace all his life.
What everyone is best at when they grow up is to become what they don't like, and what they are worst at is fulfilling their childhood dreams, and Lu Jianyan is no exception.
...Lu Xiaoyan's Drawing Diary...
The weather on X, X, X, X: A big child draws the sun. Ghostwriter/Dad, with illustrations/Yan Yan.
Today my sister said to her mother that when Yan Yan is not smiling, it always makes people think that he is angry.
My sister and I retorted, I didn't.
My sister replied to me: I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to listen to it, I just recite the scriptures, just a little bit.
My sister is kind of annoying, but I still like her very much.
Because what she said is actually quite right. When I grow up, I must try my best to smile more every day, so that everyone will feel happy when they see me, eh!
... this is the dividing line that didn't work out...
Lu Jianyan quickly walked into the boy's locker room, and found his own small locker based on his memory (well, after reading the nameplate on the locker). On the left side of the cabinet is a full-length mirror, Lu Jianyan looked at the five-headed body in the mirror, which was still able to maintain a personable and expressionless face at such a time, and shed tears of unrequited love in his heart.
The little boy in the mirror was wearing an army green fake two-piece suit, short leg socks and black leather shoes, standing with his pockets in his pockets, looking at himself without blinking. Red lips, white teeth, big eyes, natural curly hair, not very exaggerated, but slightly curled, soft and docile on the cheeks that can be broken.
Lu Jianyan frowned dissatisfied. When he was a child, he was neither tall nor short among his peers. His figure was well-proportioned, but his face was slightly pouty. How should I put it, she is a very standard [beautiful, jpg] young lady. Anyone can easily draw such an image in their minds, always clean and tidy clothes, polite and stable tutor, dimpled, blushing, always easily choked by saliva, with a lingering smell Milk aroma.
This is him before the collapse of the world view, he has not suffered from a "strange" disease that even a doctor can't detect, and he has not met any missionaries.
Soon, the eyes of the little boy in the mirror were once again adjusted to the standard "dead eyes" mode, like some kind of robot, black as a deep pool, without luster. The slightly pursed lips, with the alienation that strangers should not enter, are not easy to mess with at first sight. At least he thought so himself.
This is the self that Lu Jianyan is familiar with. With his stiff face, he tried his best to prevent himself from getting too close to the world, because only in this way can others not have many channels to approach him.
But no matter how his appearance changes, Lu Jianyan has to admit the fact that he has really become the six-year-old him.
— To be reasonable, whether it is a film or television work or an online novel, if the ability goes berserk, shouldn’t it mean that the ability can no longer be used? What the hell kind of setting is it to forcefully go back to eighteen years ago? Eighteen years ago, there were no missionaries, right
ah! Eighteen years ago, there were no missionaries!
Lu Jianyan's dark eyes lit up again, like some kind of natural ore, reflecting bright colors. Or a lava cake, so sweet it's almost oozing.
His wish finally came true—a world without missionaries! Even if he can only enjoy it for a few years, he will cherish it very much.
Speaking of which, his current situation, from an academic point of view, is considered to be in the category of [Rebirth], right? When I was in my twenties, I caught up with the tail of a trend, and I was a little excited when I thought about it.
I don't know if it's because the young expression is difficult to manage, or what, the emotion on Lu Jianyan's face has increased a lot.
So far, he's quite fond of it.
"Yanyan? Why are you here?" The gentle female teacher appeared at the door with panic on her face.
Lu Jianyan turned around, lowered his head and remained silent. It wasn't because the child was at a loss after being caught making a mistake, but because he really couldn't remember the name of the beautiful female teacher in front of him.
"Ms. Hao is not angry with you," the female teacher walked up to Lu Jianyan's side in a few steps, knelt down and looked at him level, and tried her best to soften her tone. She seemed to have unilaterally concluded that Lu Jianyan was frightened.
As a well-recognized obedient card in everyone's eyes, Lu Jianyan's three years in the kindergarten can be said to be the favorite of all the teachers. The first reaction after the accident was to excuse Lu Jianyan.
"I woke up a little early today." Teacher Hao said softly with a smile.
"En." Lu Jianyan took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, trying to fit in with his own character who was still in kindergarten. "My clothes are covered in sweat. I want to change."
Teacher Hao didn't suspect him, and after confirming that Lu Jianyan could change clothes by himself, he left the dressing room and gave the child enough privacy. Child-oriented, this is the consistent central proposition of Monterissor Kindergarten.
The drama was really full. After changing his clothes, Lu Jianyan returned to the bed with an extra hard-shell fairy tale book in his hand. Quietly climbed onto the bed—he would not admit that this process required his hands and feet—and sat down with his back against the light blue wallpaper. Then, Lu Jianyan looked at the book in his hand with a serious look, as if he was deeply attracted Go in and don't intend to wake anyone up.
Teacher Hao, who was sitting in front, sighed for the thousandth and first time that Lu Jianyan was easy to take care of, and he almost never caused trouble to others.
Around two o'clock, all the children woke up one after another, and the ones who hadn't woken up were woken up little by little by Teacher Hao's most gentle way of stroking their little arms.
Then, the scariest thing in the world happened—exercises.
It is cold in the spring, and it is inevitable that children will catch a cold. The kindergarten deliberately chose to take the children out to do exercises in the afternoon when the sun is at its best.
But this is also the peak time for work and school at noon. Monterissor Kindergarten is built in a compound school district. Walking inside, there are several other kindergartens and key primary and secondary schools in City B. Every day when people come to this school district, they are forced to park at the entrance of the school district. People who can walk to school.
The children were not very proficient in their movements, waving their small arms and legs, which can be said to be a naive exercise performance, which was exposed to the eyes of all parents and students.
At least Lu Jianyan saw several "friends" who would do business with him in the future, either in small groups, or led by their parents, laughing and pointing past. There were even uncles and aunts who knew the Lu family, and they deliberately stopped to look at them. Maybe they were just looking at the other juniors in the family, but Lu Jianyan still felt uncomfortable.
The president's burden that flares up from time to time: I really can't meet people! ! !
The author has something to say: Montessori*: The translation in the three-dimensional is actually Montessori or Montessori, which is a foreign preschool education concept. Many kindergartens in China have also given this name in recent years.
The article has made great changes to this educational philosophy. In order to distinguish the reality, a similar but different "Monterissot" is used.