The school worker is good, seeing that she can't walk on her short legs, and she is still carrying a schoolbag, swaying with her steps.

The school worker couldn't see it, and took off her schoolbag casually.

"What are you carrying here, it still has a bit of weight. ”

The school worker checked his schoolbag, bent down again to scoop up Song Porcelain, and strode to the office.

"You're not bragging, I'll take you to the office, and you'll go in and find the headmaster by yourself, and I'll not get involved in your business. I've got to cook. ”

The school worker is responsible for chores throughout the school, such as opening and closing doors, cooking, ringing bells, taking care of the vegetable patch, etc.

There is a perennial smell of oil smoke on his body, and there are a few drops of oil stars splashed on his cuffs.

In these years, there are not many people who can eat moisturizing.

Song Ci couldn't help but think of that sentence, called a big head and a thick neck, either a big money or a man, obviously there is a reason.

"I also have lunch in my bag. ”

Song Ci explained, and watched with satisfaction as the office that was far away in the world was quickly approaching.

The school worker really carried her to the side of the office.

Song Ci stood firmly, took the schoolbag and carried it, bowed slightly and thanked him, and watched him walk to the other end of the room, then turned around and went up the steps and knocked on the office door.

"Report!"

"Come in. ”

Song Ci pushed the door in, glanced around, and walked straight to the only teacher sitting at the desk.

Zhang Nianci turned his head to look over, pressed the stapler in his hand, and nailed a narrow seal on the left side of the test paper with a few clicks, and then asked:

"Song Ci, you're not taking exams in the classroom, what are you doing here. ”

Song Ci was not surprised at all that the teaching director remembered her.

She took off her schoolbag, put it on the desk next to her, walked in front of the director, stood upright, and answered seriously:

"Teacher, I'm going to skip a grade. ”

Zhang Nianci's two eyebrows flew up uncontrollably, lifted the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked her up and down seriously. First Chinese Network

"Is this your parent's opinion?"

Song Ci shook his head sincerely:

"Not yet, but they're definitely optimistic. ”

Zhang Nianci listened to her speak clearly, and her speech was not childish, but she still felt a little, well, disobedient.

It's not the kind of children who pretend to be adults, but they are too young and old, so people don't know what to say.

"Song Ci. ”

Zhang Nianci didn't treat such an old student as a child, but talked to her about things seriously.

"Learn this, it's not that simple. You've ever built a house, right? You have to lay the foundation first. The deeper and stronger the foundation, the more stable the house will be.

I know you're smart, and your family taught you how to read and count, right? So you think that you can do everything you can in the first grade class, and you are impatient to listen to the teacher, and you don't even want to come to school.

None of this is true. ”

Song Ci listened respectfully.

In all fairness, there is some truth in what the dean of education said, but it doesn't apply to her kind of open-mindedness.

"Teacher, I am not complacent, nor do I deliberately skip class, but I make a decision based on my own specific learning situation.

I'm not playing at home, I'm continuing to learn, and I can't say exactly where my progress is.

Why don't you give me a fifth-grade exam paper first, and I'll do it, and then you can consider agreeing to me skipping a grade?"

Zhang Nianci's eyebrows flew up again, and he subconsciously asked:

"Fifth grader, can you do it?"

Song Ci smiled disappreciatively:

"There is no basis for words, but you can know if you do it, and there are many test papers, right?"

Zhang Nianci looked at her inquiringly, and the old god of Song porcelain was looking at her.

The principal of the back room came out and made the final decision:

"Just give her a copy of the paper to read. ”