Bo Qibao went to school.

Ah Chan sat with him.

Why was she able to sit in a first-grade classroom?

She was admitted.

She can't even write, and her pen is still full of scratches, how did she get in?

The system held its head proudly.

Of course, it's because of this plug-in.

In the first grade, I don't need to write, so I sketch and draw.

Connecting questions, all say which one is connected, which one she is connected.

Circle question, all say which circle, she will circle.

All right.

Genius!

Uncle Bo and his wife were stunned.

The first-grade teacher was also stupid.

As a result, there was an exception in the first-grade class.

She sat in the first row with her brother.

"Can Zen see the blackboard?" The teacher of each subject should ask questions before class.

"I can see it~"

The soft and glutinous little milk voice sounds sweet and silky.

The teacher was silent.

Ask if you can see the blackboard, not if you can't see your brother, why are you staring at your brother in class?

Your brother has a little flower on his face, huh?

"Does Azen understand?" The teacher asked again for each subject.

"Huh...?"

I saw that the little doll's cute eyes were dizzy, and I didn't understand it at first glance.

However, people get 100 points.

It's amazing.

But the system is angry again.

Originally, it didn't want to help Dubao open up.

After all, she is now a four-year-old doll.

Playing with peers is good for physical and mental health and intellectual development.

Look at her, the Immortal Monarch has raised her for so long, and she has been watered with aura and blood for three thousand years before she can open her mind.

If it were someone else, Xianjun would be about to advance by leaps and bounds and open up his soul with a breath of immortal energy, huh?

Three thousand years.

Xianjun didn't think she was stupid, and he smiled indifferently and called her a dumb treasure.

What the hell is this raising a little doll?

Or do you want to raise a little daughter-in-law?

The little daughter-in-law finally became a person, how could she get through the tricks and pull out the seedlings to help her grow?

Is this not conducive to intellectual development?

However, when the system saw the little doll, with its little head hanging down and its little hands wiping tears, it softened.

If you get through the tricks, you can get through the tricks.

Anyway, it's there, and it's good to teach it slowly.

When I returned to the Heavenly Realm, there was still the Immortal Monarch.

Anyway, Xianjun doesn't like her.

But Xianjun...

Is Xianjun still there? Woo woo, the system veteran wiped his tears.

If it has hands, of course.

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In the blink of an eye, Ah Chan was five years old.

followed eight-year-old Bo Qibao to the second grade.

Brother Bo Xun was three years old and began to go to kindergarten.

After school, the three children sat together and did their homework.

Brother Bo Xun was chubby, holding a pacifier, and a test paper was slapped in front of him: "It's all wrong, redo it." ”

Brother Bo Xun blinked.

In the next second, a cry of "wow" came out.

When the butler heard the crying, he immediately rushed over.

"Why is the little master crying?"

Brother Bo Xun: "Hiccup! Hiccup! A handful of snot and a handful of tears.

The chubby little hand pointed to the first-grade exam paper full of forks in front of him:

"It's too hard, it's too hard!"

The housekeeper was silent.

There are two genius older brothers and sisters in the family.

Miss was five years old and first grade.

The eldest young master is in the second grade and studying the fifth grade.

Even if the little master is only three years old, he follows his brothers and sisters to learn the content of the first grade, and no one dares to say that it is not.

Brother Bo Xun cried and cried.

I saw the butler who came in a hurry, and left silently.

"Wow——!"

The whole study was filled with his cries in an instant.

Ah Chan dropped the paintbrush he was grabbing all over his hand, rubbed his little feet and rubbed them off the chair.

"My brother doesn't cry, he doesn't cry."

With his soft little hands, holding Brother Bo Xun's chubby little face, Ah Chan helped him wipe his tears with his little fingers.

Brother Bo Xun paused with tears in his eyes.

Sister is good!

My sister loves him!

"Woo woo woo-" I also want my sister to wipe her tears!

Rubbing and rubbing.

For some reason, the little face twitched, and the cry froze.

It was as if some man-eating monster was staring at him.

Ah Chan turned his head to look.