"Oh! It's the first time I've heard of this, why don't you want to go to the nursery? There are so many children playing together, isn't it?" Sure enough, Director Bai fell for Hong Tao, and he didn't ask his uncle and aunt questions, and began to dig deep into the roots of Hong Tao's thoughts.

"It's not interesting in the nursery, it's just to eat and sleep all day long, sleep and play when you're tired, it's a waste of time, I want to be a scientist when I grow up, so time is relatively tight, I can't waste it in vain!" Hong Tao tried his best to say more innocent and innocent, but just after saying half a sentence, he almost vomited out his breakfast, so he simply didn't pretend to be tender.

"Oh, yes, it's good to be a scientist, time can't be wasted...... But...... But you're still too young......" Director Bai's face was already cloudy, and she was already laughing, she habitually wanted to say that Hong Tao was too young to come to school, but she felt that it was not suitable, so it was easy to discourage the enthusiasm of children, and she didn't know what to say to Hong Tao for a while.

"I'm a little younger, but I don't have to spend too much time studying, I only listen to two classes, and then I go back to my grandmother's house to review in the afternoon, which is very relaxed and does not affect my physical growth. Hong Tao knew what Director Bai was probably trying to say, it was all a cliché, so he quickly blocked her mouth.

"Teacher Hong has the ability, he gave birth to a good son! The teacher supports your approach, but what should you do in winter? There is no fire in the corridor, can your parents still let you come to the class when it is so cold?" Director Bai really can't say any more clichés, she feels that this child is very different from other children, he is very logical and organized when he speaks, although his voice is still a child's voice, but it is no different from an adult. She has been engaged in primary school education for half her life, and she has never met such a child.

"I only study for 2 months, after I recognize more words, I can learn Chinese at home, I can go home at night and ask my dad about math problems, he is teaching math, so I won't be in school until November!" Hong Tao is a nonsense after a nonsense, although it sounds very organized, at most a little blindly optimistic, but he is not happy in his heart, he is deceiving good people, if he prefers people and can still feel happy, this person's character will not be higher there.

"Oh, what a big breath! Just study for 2 months, you can learn by yourself! The teacher doesn't believe it, come on, come to the office with the teacher, I'll test you!" Director Bai seemed to have found a particularly interesting thing, took Hong Tao's hand, and was about to take him upstairs.

"Director Bai, I just learned on the first day today, and I recognized a few words and a few pinyin letters, why don't you study for a few more days and then take the test. "Hong Tao is not afraid of exams, he is afraid of being seen by those teachers, these teachers can't do anything else, and they are still very accurate in looking at children.

"It's okay, knowing one more word is also a grade, let's go, don't be afraid, the teacher won't be difficult for you. Director Bai didn't let Hong Tao fool him, pulled him up to the second floor, and did not go back to the office of the teaching office, but went directly into the teaching and research room of the first-grade teacher.

"Children, have you learned to write at home?" Teacher Wang, Director Bai, take a look at this character, is it a child's handwriting?" A few minutes later, Hong Tao still showed his fox tail, although he tried his best to write the words ugly, but in front of the old man with glasses, all his efforts were in vain.

"His father is a university teacher, it's not unusual to teach him to read, Hong Tao, tell Mr. Sù, how long have you been learning to write?" Director Bai looked at Hong Tao's words, and also frowned, Hong Tao is not a teacher who practices writing, and he doesn't understand what there is to practice in writing, but in the eyes of these Chinese teachers who have been watching students write for most of their lives, each student's words are the same as their faces, no matter how you grimace, they can recognize your true face at a glance.

“…… 1 year ......" Hong Tao originally wanted to say more, but after thinking about it, if he said it for 2 years, he would have to learn to write from the age of 2, which is too exaggerated, as long as this Director Bai asked his father, he would have to show his stuff, so he had to say that it was 1 year.

"Teacher Zhang, take a look, this kid is lying!" The math teacher next to him also stood up and handed the paper in his hand to the Chinese teacher, on which were several addition and subtraction math problems made by Hong Tao.

"What's wrong, Mr. Wang, is he doing something wrong?" Director Bai put down the words written by Hong Tao in his hand, looked at the math problem, and didn't see anything wrong.

"This kid writes the Arabic alphabet more smoothly than me, and is more neat than our high school students, little friend, tell Mr. Sù, who did you learn these numbers from? You can't lie to the teacher!" The old man with glasses lowered his head and leaned in front of Hong Tao's head, smiling with wrinkles on his face.

"I ...... I learned ...... above" Hong Tao almost snatched the piece of paper and tore it, a lie has to be rounded with ten lies, he understands this truth, but it is inevitable that he will be negligent, he just thinks about paying attention to the technique when writing, and forgets to write the Arabic alphabet ugly. In desperation, he could only continue to lie, picked up the small notebook that his father had ordered for him, flipped to the back, and pointed to the problem-solving process written by the college students on it.

"Oh...... Director Bai, this child has no problem in the first grade, he knows a few words, and a few questions are secondary, his quick thinking and coherent speech are stronger than any first-grade child, which means that his thinking pattern has been nurtured very well, and the main thing is his attitude, as long as the child likes to learn, even if he is stupid, I can teach it. The old man with glasses began to draw conclusions to Hong Tao, and several other teachers also nodded in agreement.

"This is not easy to do, he is too young, just 4 years old, this does not meet the regulations, I better discuss with the district first, see if I can ......" Director Bai was a little embarrassed, those teachers' task is to teach, they don't care about teaching affairs, they don't have a backache when they stand and talk.

"Director Bai, I'd better wait until I'm old enough to come to school, now I can only study for half a day, I will be tired if I learn more, if I am forced to learn, once the interest in learning is gone, it will be worth the loss. I just want to listen to the class for 2 months first, and then I will come back to school in two years!" Hong Tao heard the old man's words, and immediately became unhappy, he didn't want to go to the nursery, and the first grade was no better, sitting in the classroom for hours every day, and having to sit behind his back, which was also quite terrible, he didn't want to go to the nursery now, nor did he want to go to school, he just wanted to be comfortable for two years first, and then say.

"Hey! A 4-year-old child knows that the gains outweigh the losses, our little grandson is a year older than you, as soon as I teach him to read and write, he will cry, Director Bai, why don't you talk to his parents first!" When the old man heard Hong Tao's words, he became even more excited, and he had another bad idea.

"Well, okay, I'll go to his house once in the evening, Hong Tao, go, the teacher will take you home." Director Bai looked at the old man and nodded, and walked out of the teaching and research room with Hong Tao.

"Director Bai, I'll go by myself, I know the way, you stay...... You don't have to send me......" Hong Tao heard that Director Bai was going to visit his home, and knew that this time it was a game, originally he just wanted to trick his father into escaping from the nursery, but now it seems that he is about to enter the wolf's den again after coming out of the tiger's den, and he tossed for a long time. This is in a hurry, almost leaving you to say it, it is so difficult to talk to a child emotionally, more difficult than speaking English.

It's a pity that Director Bai didn't let go of his hand in the end, insisted on sending him to the door of his grandmother's house, and watched Hong Tao enter the yard before leaving. Hong Tao encountered another problem, and when he entered the house, he lay on the bed, and did not get up until it was time to eat lunch, but he did not come up with a solution.

After lunch, Hong Tao told his grandmother that he would go home to review his homework, and then left his grandmother's house. He did not go home, but walked slowly along the alley leading to the main street. It's useless to worry, it's useless to think hard, those who should be released will always be born, and their own little arms and legs can't fight against the entire era. Now he also wants to open it, if he has to choose between school and nursery, he should go back to nursery, mentally uncomfortable is uncomfortable, at least ** is comfortable, and it is not bad to be a nursery school bully.

"By the way, I forgot to bring a paper gun to Dajiang, Lao Tzu bullied you in my last life, and I will make you happy a few more times in this life! You have met a good person!" Hong Tao thought of the nursery, and suddenly remembered Zhang Dajiang's fat man, and he promised to bring him a paper gun today, but he almost forgot about it.

Forget that it doesn't matter, Hong Tao can fold paper guns, and he also has materials in his hands, so Hong Tao found a big shadow wall, sat down on the blue strip stone under the shadow wall, took out the small book that his father ordered for him, began to tear the paper from it, and began to fold paper guns to Zhang Dajiang with a textbook.

"Hello teacher, I'm here to send something to Zhang Dajiang, I promised him, my dad helped me ask for leave, I may not come to the nursery these days." When Hong Tao folded the paper gun and knocked on the door of the nursery, it was the teacher with the big pigtails that he had smashed with a chair that opened the door.

"The children are taking a nap, why don't you give things to the teacher, and when Zhang Dajiang wakes up, the teacher will help you give it to him." The pigtail teacher was very surprised that Hong Tao appeared in the nursery alone, and she was a little scared of this thin and tall child from the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you, teacher...... Teacher, what happened before was that I was wrong, so don't take it to heart, for the sake of me being a child, forgive me?" Hong Tao handed the paper gun to the teacher with big pigtails, and then said to the teacher again.

"Teachers don't hold grudges...... Don't hold grudges...... "The pigtail teacher listened to Hong Tao's words, like a ghost, hurriedly closed the door, took a deep breath, and then took the paper gun that Hong Tao gave her and walked towards the yard.

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