"This ...... This is Enron?" When Rong Anran, who had grown five or six centimeters taller, appeared in front of him, Huai Xizhong was taken aback, and repeated in his mouth: "Incredible, incredible......"

Even Jing Zhenzhen praised: "What a handsome child." ”

"And you--" Huai Xizhong said to Rong Zhihao again, "Have you gone abroad for plastic surgery?"

Rong Zhihao didn't answer, just smiled: "Is there a problem with the audit of Enron Middle School?"

Huai Xizhong glared at Rong Zhihao: "Audit, there is a sponsorship fee, what can it do!" He was angry that Rong Zhihao avoided answering.

Rong Zhihao smiled understandingly: "Then when can An Ran go to school?"

"When do you want to go, let me know a day in advance, and I'll call first. Huai Xizhong still shouted angrily.

"Okay, let's do it tomorrow!" Rong Zhihao only had such a friend in Huaixi who recognized from the bottom of his heart in Yubing County, so he was not polite.

"Now he may be in class, call you at night, you can go tomorrow, by the way, the principal is called Cong Yiru, you go directly to him. Rong Zhihao didn't say it, and Huai Xizhong was helpless.

"Thanks, then I'll send An Ran over tomorrow. After that, he took his leave.

"You're not welcome at all--" Looking at Rong Zhihao's departing back, Jing Zhenzhen pursed her mouth in annoyance.

"Good friend, polite and affectionate, I like him like this!"

"Hmph--" Jing Zhenzhen glanced at Huai Xizhong.

"Is it from the principal? I am Rong Zhihao, and this is my son Rong Anran. Early the next morning, Rong Zhihao took his son to Yubing Middle School, because there was purple qi at any time, and it was not a big deal to absorb it for a day or two. What's more, Rong Anran hoped that his son's cultivation speed would be slower so that he would have time to explore the way.

"Oh--this is Rong Anran? He's only six years old?" Rong Anran looked like he was eight or nine years old.

"Yes, from the principal!" Rong Zhihao replied earnestly.

To Rong Zhihao's polite answer, Cong Yiru was very satisfied: "Why don't you let him study hard?"

From Yi Ru is out of good intentions, a child, should be in the first and second grades slowly, and now let him go to middle school, it is indeed incredible.

"Hehe-what a waste of time!"

Rong Zhihao was telling the truth, but in Cong Yiru's ears, it was like sarcasm: "Waste of time, do you mean that our school misleads people's children?" His face was a little ugly.

"No, no--" Rong Zhihao knew that the other party had misunderstood, and immediately explained, "It's just for my son. ”

"Your son, oh, I heard he's a genius, no, a prodigy, hehe......"

From Yi Ru's first meeting of Rong Zhihao's father and son, coupled with Huai Xizhong's introduction, the impression was not bad, but because of what he said just now, he was unhappy, so his words were full of ridicule.

In Rong Zhihao's heart, his son's prodigy is a fact, and he is not modest: "Hehe, the child is still young, and going to school may cause you trouble, please bear with me." ”

Regarding Rong Zhihao's attitude, Cong Yiru was even more disgusted, "hypocrisy!" he said in his heart.

Promised to do something in Huaixi, he would not change because of this unhappiness, but obviously, he began to be impatient, he was originally going to take Rong Zhihao and his son to sign up and pay the fee, but now he is no longer interested, he pointed to the distance: "That is the junior high school office, Rong Anran is in the first class, his homeroom teacher is Jiao Wanqing, go, she will take you to pay the fee." ”

Seeing the principal leave very unhappily, Rong Anran was puzzled: "Dad, why is he angry?"

Rong Zhihao smiled bitterly: "He senses that we are deceiving and laughing at ......"

"Dad, you're not cheating--"

"It may be that you finished reading the primary school textbook in half a month, and it has already been spread......" Although Rong Zhihao habitually smiled in his eyes, there was helplessness in his smile.

"But we didn't say it, besides, it's not true!"

"When the facts go against common sense, the facts become deception!" Because he came to school, Rong Zhihao did not carry his son on his back, but only came with his son's hand; he squatted down in front of his son and gently stroked his son's head: "Dad's nickname of 'alien' and 'scientific rebel' is because he has jumped out of conventional thinking." ”

Rong Zhihao paused, and then continued: "Habitual thinking will make you very tired and tired...... You will slowly realize that the reason why Dad wants you to play with children and communicate with other children is actually cultivation; according to legend, this is called 'joining the WTO', and in the cultivation realm, it is called 'Hongchen Experience'; if Dad doesn't guess it, this is a level that we must pass before the tribulation. ”

"In school, you try to communicate with people, but don't get angry; as for how to calm yourself, it depends on your own understanding of the problem; when the problem appears in your mind, you must solve it; there are two ways to solve it, one is to think about it thoroughly, the other is to draw your own convincing conclusions in the argument, and when you encounter a problem that you can't figure out between people, you must put yourself in the shoes of others......"

Rong Zhihao's words, Rong Anran couldn't fully understand, but in the face of his father's earnest teachings, he still wrote them down.

"Dad didn't send you to nursery class normally, didn't send you to elementary school normally, and now he is sending you to middle school abnormally...... Do you know what it means to be abnormal? It's because it's different from what ordinary people know......

"Dad, you're right!"

"But if you don't meet someone or something, you may never have a diploma......

"As you said, Dad, we need real knowledge, not a proof of what we have learned!"

"Hmm" Rong Zhihao touched his son's head with relief: "Let's go, go to Teacher Jiao!"

"She should go to kindergarten--" Seeing Jiao Wanqing, Rong Zhihao began to muttered in his heart.

Indeed, as a middle school teacher, she was too young.

Although she is not particularly pretty, her youth fills her with energy.

The round face reveals two deep dimples under a bright smile, and a pair of bright eyes under the thin lenses for low-grade myopia. The moth eyebrows are lightly swept and the lips are lightly lowered, revealing brightness in purity, and the non-mainstream wave hair that is long and short on one side is even more naughty.

However, the black mid-heeled leather shoes, with a black suit skirt, holding a book in both hands, naturally drooped and stacked on the body, making people feel young and charming, without losing their dignity.

"Perhaps, for Enron, it doesn't have to be a bad thing......" Rong Zhihao said in his heart.

Rong Zhihao can be sure that Jiao Wanqing is a new teacher.

Generally speaking, the top classes in the school are headed by senior teachers with rich educational experience, while the ordinary classes are mostly filled by new teachers in order to train teachers.

"Maybe in her class, it's not necessarily a bad thing for Enron...... "For himself, Rong Zhihao has never been like this, but for the sake of his son, Rong Zhihao began to suffer from gains and losses.

But looking back, it shouldn't be a bad thing for a sunny teacher to bring such a lovely son, at least, if Jiao Wanqing likes her son, then it will make her son's personality more cheerful.

Accompanied by Jiao Wanqing, Rong Zhihao paid the sponsorship fee, and saw that his son could arrange a seat, so he stuffed a wad of money into his son's schoolbag, and said softly: "In addition to absorbing purple qi, you don't have to meditate, dad goes to find a place with enough spiritual energy......"

Rong Anran understood what his father meant, but for a man who had never left his father for a moment, his father's departure made his heart bitter: "Dad--" He almost burst into tears.

Rong Zhihao didn't speak, but gently touched his son's head again, nodded encouragingly, and said to Jiao Wanqing: "Teacher Jiao, I'll leave it to you safely."

"Don't worry!" Jiao Wanqing gently took Rong Anran's little hand, watched Rong Zhihao leave, and said in her heart: "Is he really relieved to leave a six-year-old child at school alone?"

Jiao Wanqing likes Rong Anran very much, because he is too young, because he looks so cute.

In class, Rong Anran was very quiet and very serious, and the only thing that made Jiao Wanqing angry was that every morning, Rong Anran would stand on the side not far from the school until nine o'clock. Fortunately, when he raised the national flag every Monday, he was able to participate in the flag-raising ceremony normally.

Facing the rising national flag, his eyes were so focused, and his expression revealed a solemnity and solemnity that he did not usually have......

Faced with Rong Anran's absenteeism from class every morning for a half and a half and often not abiding by classroom discipline, Jiao Wanqing began to talk to Rong Anran alone, and when Rong Anran faced her, she never spoke, just laughed, Jiao Wanqing was helpless and angry, making her helpless.

She reported the situation to the principal, and the principal's instructions were: "As long as he doesn't affect the other students!"

In desperation, she had no choice but to let it go.

There was no mother in Rong Anran's file, but that day, Jiao Wanqing received a Fu Yilan who claimed to be Rong Anran's mother.

She called Rong Anran to her office and let their mother and son meet, and because of this time, Rong Anran's strange talk made Jiao Wanqing refreshed.

"Dudu, after class, my mother will take you to buy clothes and take you to dinner!"

Rong Anran showed a look that was not something that a six-year-old child could show - cold: "Why?"

Rong Anran's clothes are not very good, and at first glance, they are big road goods, and Jiao Wanqing knows that this Ms. Fu Yilan is here in a phantom.

"Because, I'm your mother!" Fu Yilan smiled kindly.

"You're my mother, but we're not family!"

Rong Anran's answer made Jiao Wanqing, who was next to her, stunned.

"You are my son, you are the meat that fell from my body......" Fu Yilan burst into tears.

"I'll pay it back!" Rong Anran bowed to Fu Yilan, who was detached, and turned to leave......

"Rong Anran, you can explain what filial piety is!" After listening to the dialogue between Rong Anran's mother and son, Jiao Wanqing deliberately inserted a special class for students to learn the "Book of Filial Piety".

Because Rong Anran was an auditor, the teacher never asked Rong Anran to answer questions in class, and this time, Jiao Wanqing specially named him, because this "Book of Filial Piety" was specially chosen for him.

"Father Yan - Mother - Son Filial Piety!" Rong Anran only replied with six words.

"Oh--" Jiao Wanqing smiled: it seems that he has read the "Book of Filial Piety": "Please explain what you said about 'strict father, mother's kindness, and filial piety'!"

"Filial piety is not because of blood, it has conditions, that is: father is strict, mother is kind!"

Jiao Wanqing didn't expect that Rong Anran's personality was not only extreme, but also spoke like gold.

Although Rong Anran is handsome and cute, because he is too unsociable and an auditor, because the teaching task is very heavy, she does not pay too much attention to it, and usually lacks communication with him.

But in her memory, Rong Anran would come to ask questions from time to time, most of the questions were not in books to improve grades, either bizarre or so profound that she had to check the reference books to answer, slowly, Rong Anran in her mind, characterized as: too ambitious, not doing a good job, since then he has lost interest in him, let him often skip school to go to the library.

"You have the blood of your parents in your body! There is an inseparable family affection between you and your parents. Therefore, there is no causal relationship between father's strictness, mother's kindness and son's filial piety. Jiao Wanqing stared at Rong Anran, he wanted to use this to educate his students and let them know filial piety.

"Those are two different things. Rong Anran is always so serious when answering questions.

"Oh--heh, can you explain?" Jiao Wanqing glanced at all the students, and saw that they were all staring at Rong Anran with wide eyes, curious.

"All parents need is their children......"

"Yes, you're a parent's child. ”

"I'm a parent's child, but a parent's child doesn't have to be me!"

"You mean: parents just want a child, not necessarily you?"

"Therefore, the strictness of the father, the kindness of the mother, and the filial piety of the son are cause and effect, and they are inseparable, isn't it?"

"......" Jiao Wanqing was speechless, she didn't expect Rong Anran to answer like this, so she never thought about how to answer Rong Anran's crooked reasoning.

Jiao Wanqing was speechless, the whole class had already opened the pot...... After all, they were all over fourteen years old, and most of their classmates were already adults.

"What is this theory?"

"This is pure fallacy!"

"How hard it is for a mother to conceive a baby in October, just by virtue of this, the children must be filial!"

"Hehe, strange talks, strange talks, it's refreshing, hehe-"

"What an outlier!"

......

"I'm not an alien, an alien is my father!" Rong Anran looked back at his classmates.

"Hahahaha......" the class burst into laughter.

I can't call my father's name directly, let alone a nickname, this Rong Anran directly said his father's nickname, which is unfilial......

"Your father is an anomaly, so you are...... You are...... You are an alternative ......" The male classmate at the back table stood up intentionally, stretched his head to Rong Anran's side, and said in a voice that was not too low.

"Other-...... Hahahaha--yes, a different father, gave birth to an alternative son, appropriate--appropriate, too proper, hahahaha......"

In this way, Rong Anran's title has since been changed to "alternative" in middle school.