The program team heard it clearly, and didn't miss a word.

Xiao Cheng's pupils shrank, looked at Wang Jianguo and then at Xiang Yang, opened his mouth, and had an unbelievable conjecture in his heart......

"Sociological Research Paper ......"

Xiao Cheng muttered softly.

I feel a little dizzy in my head.

Sociological research papers, which ...... Most of the people in the car couldn't understand it, but he and the few people in the green car who had read for a few years understood the meaning of Chen Qi's words.

Referring to his reaction, it is not difficult for everyone to have the same incredible associations as Xiao Cheng in their hearts.

So I saw a few seats around that could hear the sound here, the few who had not spoken much before, had been reading a book since they got on the bus, and a few people who were sitting upright were polite, or wearing bubble skirts, or wearing neat suits, stood up and looked at the position of Xiang Yang.

Suppressed his shock, he gasped.

Several members of the program team also glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Almost at the same time, he stepped forward in tacit agreement, and directly aimed the spear and short cannon at Xiang Yang and the yellowed paper in his hand.

What they saw was the same as what Chen Qi saw.

"I'll go!"

"!"

"What the hell is this!"

......

But the dense text in the lens still shocked people's eyes and scalp tingling.

The neat and delicate text written in pencil is clean and there is no trace of erasure. Without a pen, he wrote thousands of words neatly, and the strokes were still some of the immature seriousness of children of this age, and the smoothness of writing by older scholars was missing.

But it's even more impressive.

Probably because there is only one pen, the child's handwriting is very light.

As the camera zooms in little by little, the handwriting is presented little by little in the transmitted lens, magnified and clear.

This would be understandable if a college student wrote it, but this dense font, regardless of the content, can be amazing with this beautiful typography.

What's more, it was written by a child who only looked to be nine or ten years old.

That sense of shock made everyone in the program team unable to speak for a while.

"Hey. ”

There is only the length of the thumb in the camera, bright yellow, and the red eraser behind it has been bitten, leaving only the iron sheet turned out, showing some down-and-out funny pen head was gently put down by the owner.

The reddened little hands, because of holding the pen for a long time, the knuckles of the middle finger are already a little calloused. Is it reddish at this time? A little bit of blood stains are reflected.

It was the chilblain scab that had been ripped open from the previous frost.

But the owner of the hand doesn't care? Stack the paper slightly to avoid blood stains and yellowed concentrated water? Falling on the straw paper? Defiled with straw paper.

Under the camera, a small hand the size of an adult's half a palm knocked on the empty table.

The soft sigh and the soft sound of tapping on the table woke up, and the crowd woke up almost after the camera that Xiang Yang was holding.

Xiang Yang was slightly helpless.

Looking at the people around him who seem to treat him like a giant panda? Feel the shocked gaze of the onlookers.

Sighed softly.

He deliberately wrote the handwriting very lightly, did he calculate? The pixels of the cameras of this era? The cameras in the program team couldn't capture what his subordinates wrote.

It's not something he can't show to others, it's just that he hates trouble.

Writing these things is just too boring to pass the time.

But now it seems that he is getting himself in trouble.

......

"Wang ...... Sunny? Xiaoyang? You...... You, this, this...... How did you write this? Who taught you?"

Even though Xiao Cheng has experienced strong winds and waves, he is also a little blind at this time. I stuttered a little when I spoke, and it took me a long time to make my words clear.

He...... How did he and the director find such a child?

Forget about the force value? This also seems to be a bit unusual in IQ.

He used to think that this child was a little more mature, and guessed that this child was smarter? But I didn't expect it to be this way.

"Read a book. ”

Before Xiang Yang took it out, how many pieces of toilet paper did Grandpa stuff in his trouser pocket? Pull off a little bit, wipe off the yellow water from the cracked scars on your hands and the slightest blood stains mixed in them? Gently press on the scar of chilblains? Hold it with one hand.

The thick water quickly smudged all the paper.

Xiang Yang didn't care. Got some clean paper? Wipe off the thick water on the tabletop.

The other little hand picked up the book on crops borrowed from the village chief on the table, sighed, handed it to Xiao Cheng, who looked at him like a monster, and answered softly.

This kid still doesn't talk as much as ever, Xiao Cheng thought.

It may be that they have been together for a while, and Xiao Cheng also understands the meaning of Xiang Yang's words.

He learned it by reading this book.

Xiao Cheng's temples jumped slightly.

Yes~

I learned it by reading books......

Is it strange that a child can read a book?

It's not strange~

......

Not a strange ghost!

Flip the table(╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻!)

Your child will learn to write essays by reading books on their own, and this book only has some botanical illustrated books. It can only be used as a reference for content, you fool the ghost!

I'm asking how you would have summed up this knowledge!

"Can you lend me this book?"

Just when Xiao Cheng's mentality exploded and he had no mouth, an elegant middle-aged male voice came from his side.

Xiao Cheng turned his head and saw Wang Jianguo.

A face of about 1.75 meters, with a neutral facial features, a rimless glass glasses, with a bridge of the nose, loyal and elegant men.

Xiao Cheng recognized this person as the man who had just chased the thief.

Frowning slightly.

Why hasn't this person left yet, didn't Xiang Yang return the bag to him just now.

Before he could speak, a business card was handed over.

He is a tenured professor at the Faculty of Social Sciences of S University and serves as the vice dean. ”

Xiao Cheng raised his eyes, and Wang Jianguo smiled honestly.

"Exactly, I am Wang Jianguo. He is a teacher at the Academy of Social Sciences of S University, and also a part-time teacher in the juvenile class. Hello, the director got acquainted. ”

Xiao Cheng swallowed his saliva when he heard this.

......

"Oh my God, that ...... That's the teacher of S University. ”

"Oh my God!"

There was a lot of talk around.

Even Wang Jun, who had been sluggish since just now, was wide-eyed at this time. Carefully put down Erlang's legs and stood up.

This...... Is this the teacher of S University, or the vice dean?!

No, no, what is the vice president of the Academy of Social Sciences doing with the program team?

Could it be......

Wang Jun looked at Xiang Yang who was quietly wiping the table with an incredulous expression. The teacher didn't leave just now, and it seems that he has been standing behind this rural baby.

......

"You...... You ......"

Xiao Cheng stuttered a little for a while.

Wang Jianguo quickly flipped through the book in his hand, closed the yellowed book, and made a decision in his heart.

"Young man, don't be nervous. I just talked to this child, and I didn't leave because of this child. I've been observing for a long time, and I'm really happy to see it, but I couldn't help but interrupt just now, it's a little abrupt, sorry.

I...... I would like to invite this child to join the S junior class, this doll is a genius, a rare genius, a genius in the field of research. ”

"Little doll, are you interested in joining the S big. I'll help you apply for admission, and I'll do all the formalities for you. ”

"Buzz!"

Xiao Cheng only felt a buzzing sound ringing in his ears, and Zhen's brain was buzzing.

Where is this heading?

Hiss!

This is the most surprising time since he filmed a variety show, and there is no one.

The rural baby he photographed was invited by a university professor to join the juvenile class on the train.