"Because Chenchen said that when you go to school, you are the big child. Only older children can help adults.

I want to be a big kid and help the living moms take care of their younger siblings. Feed them, refill them with water, and play with them. ”

The ink demon's twelve fingers rubbed the pages of the book in his hand, and he looked a little nervous when he said this.

But hearing her words, Teacher Mao was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were red, and then Mo Xiaoyou was held in her arms, and she said in a slightly nasal voice:

"Xiao Zhanmo is really sensible. Don't worry, little Jung Mo will grow up. Now I will stay with the teacher in kindergarten for another year, and the teacher is reluctant to grow up so early. ”

As an old monster who has lived for six lifetimes, Mo Xiaoyou can understand the pity in this teacher's words. But this is completely contrary to her expectations, is it?

Shouldn't the teacher be very moved and surprised to find that she has such a mature mind? Shouldn't we be surprised that a five-year-old can read ten books in just half an hour, and then ask her what is written in them?

And after she answered them one by one, she was very surprised by the high IQ of her IQ, so she reported her special situation to the higher-level leaders?

Why is this the way it is now? Why was she taken by the teacher back to a group of children, and continued to work as an artist on a blank piece of paper with a crayon?

Mo Xiaoyou pinched the tender yellow crayons in his hand, and felt that his refinement was getting more and more serious:

She looked at Teacher Mao with infinite joy on her face, but there were tens of thousands of alpacas running by in her heart, and each of them would roar when she ran by: "Lao Tzu really has no talent for painting!" ”

Despite this, the dedicated Mo Xiaoyou still decided to paint a masterpiece that shocked the teachers' jaws, so she staggered back to the window under Teacher Mao's surprised expression again, and pulled out a story book about Thumbelina from several books.

Then he ran back to the children who were drawing, turned the page to the field of the autumn ears of wheat, and began to trace the field of harvest on the white paper.

Teacher Mao was also a little surprised at this time, this kid is really clever.

But this little surprise didn't last long.

What really made her think that Jungmo's little girl might be a high-IQ child was that the ink demon gathered the fields, thumbelina and birds all on one map, and then wrote a few words crookedly on it: "Phoenix Yu Fei".

"Xiao Mo, where did you learn these words?"

"The volunteer big brother taught me."

For this question, Mo Xiaoyou has already thought of the answer, anyway, Teacher Mao will not have direct contact with the volunteers, she is a teacher, not a life teacher.

Most of the volunteers come on weekends, and the teachers are usually not in the orphanage during that time, so isn't it normal for her to meet a few talented volunteer brothers in the absence of Teacher Mao?

She blinked her eyes and said nonsense, but Teacher Mao had already classified the ink demon into the key cultivation objects. She smiled and hugged the ink demon on her lap and asked:

"Junmer is serious about going to school, or does he just want to see it?"

"Junimer is serious."

Hearing Mr. Mao's question, Mo Xiaoyou finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, it seems that this morning's cuteness was not sold in vain, and she finally achieved her goal with her own strength.