Zhou Congee's children still don't know the "story" of their future arrangement, as well as the system's worries, she is obediently holding the teacher's hand and following the teacher into the classroom.

Zhou Congee is three years old this year, and he transferred to a small class, so he didn't have to go upstairs to turn a corner when he went out of the office.

Because the class has not yet started, the children in the classroom are chattering, and even you are chasing me in the classroom, and the two teaching assistants are newcomers who can't control it at all, and they are in a hurry.

"Teacher Xia?" Teacher Xia finally came, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Teacher Xia has been teaching for many years, and the classroom instantly quieted down, and thirty pairs of round eyes looked at Teacher Xia, as well as Zhou Congee on Teacher Xia's side.

"Good morning, children, today Mr. Xia will introduce you to a new child, porridge porridge."

Unfamiliar eyes gathered, and Zhou Congee pursed his lips uneasily.

Ji Yangyang's first reaction when he saw Congee Congee was stunned, why was Zhou Congee here?

Then he seemed to snort, and glared at the porridge at the door with disgust.

She hates Porridge Porridge very much, and even more hates Porridge Porridge always appearing around her.

Maybe Ji Yangyang's gaze was too obvious, Zhou Congee also saw Ji Yangyang and Ji Yangyang's reaction, and the tension in his heart dissipated a little.

Ji Yangyang hates her, but it's okay, she's a bad boy anyway, and she hates Ji Yangyang too, it's fair.

Teacher Xia didn't waste time after the introduction, and directly arranged the seats after letting the children applaud and welcome: "Congee porridge children, can you sit in that position first?" ”

The position that Mr. Xia pointed to was the second row, which happened to be the empty position in front of Ji Yangyang, I don't know why it was vacant, but it was just right.

"Okay." Zhou Congee nodded obediently and sat in that position with a small schoolbag on her back, and Ji Yangyang behind her seemed to be staring at her back all the time.

Zhou Congee subconsciously straightened her small body, she would be unhappy if she lost to Ji Yangyang's mother.

Ji Yangyang's tablemate is a little boy named Zhou Nuo.

Zhou Nuo was still curious about his new classmates, but he saw Ji Yangyang staring at Zhou Congee all the time, and Ji Yangyang was lip syncing at her: You can't talk to Zhou Congee.

"Yangyang, do you know porridge?" Zhou Nuo took advantage of the teacher to write chalk words and asked in a low voice.

Ji Yangyang snorted: "Her mother is a madman, and she is also a little madman." ”

Zhou Nuo's round eyes were stunned: "Is it a madman who can beat people?" ”

Ji Yangyang thought about Liao Wen's memories for a while, and didn't seem to hit anyone, but she hated Zhou Congee very much, so she nodded without hesitation.

"Yes!"

Zhou Nuo was frightened.

Children are simple and easy to believe the words of others, not to mention that this person is a madman, and the fact that Zhou Congee's mother is crazy in one class has spread all over the classroom.

Until the end of class, the little fat man at the same table knew about this "rumor", and he couldn't help but poke the porridge with curiosity and asked.

"Is your mother really crazy?"

"Mom is not crazy!" Zhou Congee puffed out his cheeks angrily, glared at the little fat man angrily, and his father said that his mother was just sick.

"Ji Yangyang said your mother is crazy?"

Zhou Congee turned his head to glare at Ji Yangyang: "Mom is not crazy!" ”

"Grandma says your mother is crazy." Ji Yangyang was a little weak at last week's porridge, and then became arrogant again.

Zhou Congee bit her lower lip aggrievedly, her grandmother is an elder, although she doesn't like her grandmother, she can't refute it.

The other children in the class also made judgments because of the confrontation between the two, originally because Ji Yangyang was familiar with Ji Yangyang, and the classmates favored Ji Yangyang, plus Ji Yangyang's grandmother at the end...

What adults say is always true.

Maybe it's curiosity, after every class, there are children pulling Ji Yangyang to inquire about the specific news of Zhou Congee.

"Her mother is a madman, so my mom won't let me play with her, and children who play with little madmen will become crazy." The more Ji Yangyang said, the more justified he became.

Several children covered their mouths, their faces full of horror.

Ji Yangyang secretly glanced at Zhou Congee who didn't know anything about this side in the seat, Zhou Congee wouldn't be more popular than her this time, right?

The last lesson of the kindergarten is activity, where the little ones play hide and seek on the slide.

A few little girls next door to Zhou Congee were discussing the loss of handkerchiefs, and Zhou Congee pursed his lips and listened to their arrangements with some curiosity.

Several people also noticed Zhou Congee's gaze and whispered something.

"I don't want to play with little madmen."

One of the little girls blurted out, and after speaking, she pulled her little friend and ran out of the classroom quickly.

"I'm not a little madman."

Zhou Congee in the seat was stunned, and it took a long time before he blinked slowly and finally reacted.

It's just that her nose is a little sour, and she stubbornly puffs out her cheeks, so she is not sad, and no one at school used to play with her.

Anyway, she's a bad boy, and it's normal for no one to play with a bad boy.

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Zhou Congee's children still don't know the "story" of their future arrangement, as well as the system's worries, she is obediently holding the teacher's hand and following the teacher into the classroom.

Zhou Congee is three years old this year, and he transferred to a small class, so he didn't have to go upstairs to turn a corner when he went out of the office.

Because the class has not yet started, the children in the classroom are chattering, and even you are chasing me in the classroom, and the two teaching assistants are newcomers who can't control it at all, and they are in a hurry.

"Teacher Xia?" Teacher Xia finally came, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Teacher Xia has been teaching for many years, and the classroom instantly quieted down, and thirty pairs of round eyes looked at Teacher Xia, as well as Zhou Congee on Teacher Xia's side.

"Good morning, children, today Mr. Xia will introduce you to a new child, porridge porridge."

Unfamiliar eyes gathered, and Zhou Congee pursed his lips uneasily.

Ji Yangyang's first reaction when he saw Congee Congee was stunned, why was Zhou Congee here?

Then he seemed to snort, and glared at the porridge at the door with disgust.

She hates Porridge Porridge very much, and even more hates Porridge Porridge always appearing around her.

Maybe Ji Yangyang's gaze was too obvious, Zhou Congee also saw Ji Yangyang and Ji Yangyang's reaction, and the tension in his heart dissipated a little.

Ji Yangyang hates her, but it's okay, she's a bad boy anyway, and she hates Ji Yangyang too, it's fair.

Teacher Xia didn't waste time after the introduction, and directly arranged the seats after letting the children applaud and welcome: "Congee porridge children, can you sit in that position first?" ”

The position that Mr. Xia pointed to was the second row, which happened to be the empty position in front of Ji Yangyang, I don't know why it was vacant, but it was just right.

"Okay." Zhou Congee nodded obediently and sat in that position with a small schoolbag on her back, and Ji Yangyang behind her seemed to be staring at her back all the time.

Zhou Congee subconsciously straightened her small body, she would be unhappy if she lost to Ji Yangyang's mother.

Ji Yangyang's tablemate is a little boy named Zhou Nuo.

Zhou Nuo was still curious about his new classmates, but he saw Ji Yangyang staring at Zhou Congee all the time, and Ji Yangyang was lip syncing at her: You can't talk to Zhou Congee.

"Yangyang, do you know porridge?" Zhou Nuo took advantage of the teacher to write chalk words and asked in a low voice.

Ji Yangyang snorted: "Her mother is a madman, and she is also a little madman." ”

Zhou Nuo's round eyes were stunned: "Is it a madman who can beat people?" ”

Ji Yangyang thought about Liao Wen's memories for a while, and didn't seem to hit anyone, but she hated Zhou Congee very much, so she nodded without hesitation.

"Yes!"

Zhou Nuo was frightened.

Children are simple and easy to believe the words of others, not to mention that this person is a madman, and the fact that Zhou Congee's mother is crazy in one class has spread all over the classroom.

Until the end of class, the little fat man at the same table knew about this "rumor", and he couldn't help but poke the porridge with curiosity and asked.

"Is your mother really crazy?"

"Mom is not crazy!" Zhou Congee puffed out his cheeks angrily, glared at the little fat man angrily, and his father said that his mother was just sick.

"Ji Yangyang said your mother is crazy?"

Zhou Congee turned his head to glare at Ji Yangyang: "Mom is not crazy!" ”

"Grandma says your mother is crazy." Ji Yangyang was a little weak at last week's porridge, and then became arrogant again.

Zhou Congee bit her lower lip aggrievedly, her grandmother is an elder, although she doesn't like her grandmother, she can't refute it.

The other children in the class also made judgments because of the confrontation between the two, originally because Ji Yangyang was familiar with Ji Yangyang, and the classmates favored Ji Yangyang, plus Ji Yangyang's grandmother at the end...

What adults say is always true.

Maybe it's curiosity, after every class, there are children pulling Ji Yangyang to inquire about the specific news of Zhou Congee.

"Her mother is a madman, so my mom won't let me play with her, and children who play with little madmen will become crazy." The more Ji Yangyang said, the more justified he became.

Several children covered their mouths, their faces full of horror.

Ji Yangyang secretly glanced at Zhou Congee who didn't know anything about this side in the seat, Zhou Congee wouldn't be more popular than her this time, right?

The last lesson of the kindergarten is activity, where the little ones play hide and seek on the slide.

A few little girls next door to Zhou Congee were discussing the loss of handkerchiefs, and Zhou Congee pursed his lips and listened to their arrangements with some curiosity.

Several people also noticed Zhou Congee's gaze and whispered something.

"I don't want to play with little madmen."

One of the little girls blurted out, and after speaking, she pulled her little friend and ran out of the classroom quickly.

"I'm not a little madman."

Zhou Congee in the seat was stunned, and it took a long time before he blinked slowly and finally reacted.

It's just that her nose is a little sour, and she stubbornly puffs out her cheeks, so she is not sad, and no one at school used to play with her.

Anyway, she's a bad boy, and it's normal for no one to play with a bad boy.

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