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Looking at the children after dinner, another teacher said:

"Have you ever seen the plasticine on the table? Our theme today is to pinch your own home. But just playing games is definitely not that fun......"

The previous teacher deliberately sold the small guanzi, and when he saw that all the little faces were looking intently at the podium, the other teacher continued:

"So we also have a small competition, after everyone is finished, the teacher accompanies everyone to judge which children do better, everyone thinks the good work, the teachers will reward him with small gifts, okay?"

"Good!"

In the small classroom, more than a dozen children, large and small, spoke in unison.

As the children's voices fell, more than a dozen teachers walked into the classroom, sitting at each child's desk, demonstrating teaching and assisting to prevent curious children from eating by mistake.

Tempted by the prizes, the children were enthusiastic about fiddling with the plasticine on the table.

"Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom. ”

After about half an hour, a child suddenly raised his hand and shouted.

"Teacher, I'm going too. ”

"Teacher, I want it too. ”

……

For a while, the sound of shouting to go to the toilet in the classroom came and went. There are also many children who did not shout, but they all looked at the teachers around them.

Obviously, most children can't sit still, and in the first place, children's temperament is not very stable, and 30 minutes is almost their limit.

"Wow, so many children want to go to the toilet, so let's take a 15-minute break from class and continue later, okay?"

The teacher on the podium looked at the clock in the classroom, there were still 5 minutes before the end of the class, and considering that there was still a class of children here, she announced decisively.

"Good!"

"Good!"

In an uproar, almost every child quickly left their original seats, some went to the shelves in the back of the classroom, took snacks, went to drink water, and some played new games under the guidance of the teacher.

But one little girl was an exception, and instead of running to play with the other children, or staying at the table pinching erasers, she approached one small table after another and studied the other children's works.

When she walked up to Bo Shi'an, who was concentrating on pinching the eraser, she was stunned, and suddenly, she said in a milky voice:

"You learned mine!"

Interrupted by the girl's appearance, Bo Shi'an was a little confused, and the teacher next to him saw this, so he asked in a harmonious voice:

"Little one, what did An An learn from you?"

"His eraser was learned from me. ”

With that, the girl hurried back to her little table and brought her the eraser she had prepared and put in a small saucer. Now, the teacher understood that the girl was referring to the very similar eraser pinched by the two.

No, most children pinch their own homes, either by their parents, or by the two elderly people in the family.

However, the two children invariably pinched two men holding their hands and standing, and behind the three of them was the shape of a house, which is indeed rare.

"You learned mine!"

The girl repeated again.

And when he saw that the plasticine pinched by the girl was so similar to his own, Bo Shi'an was also stunned, but he was only stunned for a moment, and then he frowned his little sword eyebrows and said:

"No, you're learning from me. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to his unfinished work and said crisply:

"This is Daddy, and this is Uncle. ”

"No, it's my daddy and uncle. ”

The girl retorted loudly.

"Well, the teacher got it, so you both have Daddy and Uncle. ”

Seeing that the two children were arguing, the teacher next to him tried to persuade him. Behold......

"No, it's mine!"

The two of them, who were still arguing just now, turned their little heads together and said very tacitly, looking at the seriousness in their eyes, there was a bit of hatred for the enemy.

Yes, the world of children is really not fully understood by adults.

"Woooooooooo......oo I'm the only one in my daddy. ”

Suddenly, the little girl burst into tears and cried very sadly.

Suddenly, the drag oil bottle was also dumbfounded.

Could it be that his father really has a child?

"Little one, what are you pinching this piece of plasticine?"

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more troublesome, the teacher next to him found another way. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a lump of plasticine on the little girl's plate, which she was supposed to pinch something, but she didn't pinch it or didn't finish it. And Bo Shi'an's plasticine has been roughly used up, and if nothing else, nothing will be added to it.

"An An. ”

The girl's crying stopped for a second, and then began to drop pearl beans again.

"Who is An An?"

The teacher's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

"My dog at home. ”

The girl choked.

"I'm not a dog!"

Hearing this, Bo Shi'an was angry, he is the son of his father, not a dog!

Caring about the fact that the little dog and Bo Shi'an actually had the same name, the teacher finally found a solution, and then looked at Bo Shi'an and asked:

"Then does An An have a dog at home?"

"Nope. ”

Although angry, Bo Shi'an is an honest child, he replied honestly.

"Little one, do you hear that? An An doesn't have a dog at home, so you have different families, different fathers and uncles. ”

Finally, this daddy battle has come to an end. It's just that the fate of the two children has just begun.

The next morning, activity class.

"An An, why don't you play with Xiao Budian?"

The teacher asked.

"I hate her. ”

Bo Shi'an replied.

"Does An An think it's cute to be a little bit?"

Staring at the milky voice not far away, talking, a little little bit with a sweet smile on his face. Bo Shi'an nodded, he was an honest child.

"Then why does An An hate Xiao Budian? Xiao Budian must be very sad to know that An An hates her! An An is a little man, will it make a girl sad?"

"No, but...... She said I was a dog......"

Bo Shi'an's cute little face was full of entanglement.

"An An, you're not a dog, it's just that you just have the same name as Xiao Budian's dog, just like when the teacher is in class, he often takes Xiao Ming as an example, but is Xiao Ming a boy every time?"

Bo Shi'an shook his head.

There are not only male and female Xiaoming, but also 20-year-old and 50-year-old Xiaoming.

"You see, our people's names will be repeated, isn't it normal for An An and Xiao Budian's dogs to have the same name? So, Xiao Budian doesn't mean that our An An is a dog, but her dog happens to be called An An, right?"

Although unhappy that he had the same name as a dog, Bo Shi'an nodded reluctantly.