The woman's face twisted into a ball. Feng Sicheng wanted to leave, but the aunt kept blocking the door.
Feng Sicheng suddenly pointed to the corner of the wall, "Auntie, there's a centipede."
"Ah!" The woman almost jumped up and hid aside.
Feng Sicheng walked out of the bathroom door and raised his little head: "Oh, I misjudged Auntie, I'm sorry."
After saying that, he walked away with his short legs.
The woman on the spot looked at Feng Sicheng's leaving figure and the corners of her mouth slowly raised.
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In the class.
The teacher was teaching something in front, but found that there was a little restlessness underneath.
"Duoduo?"
The cute little girl called Duoduo turned around and said, "Teacher."
"Why do you always look back? Sit tight." The teacher said gently.
Duoduo said, "But teacher, I want to talk to classmate Feng."
"Talking is not allowed during class time. You can play with classmate Feng after class is over, okay?"
"Okay." Duoduo smiled.
Feng Sicheng suddenly raised his hand.
The teacher raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong, Classmate Feng?"
"Teacher, I don't want to play with classmate Duoduo."
teacher:"……"
Duoduo frowned, looking like she was bullied, "Classmate Feng, why don't you want to play with me?"
"I don't like you." Feng Sicheng was honest.
"What's wrong with me? My parents say I'm very cute." Duoduo comes from a scholarly family. She has been a sweetheart at home since she was a child. No one dislikes cute and well-behaved little girls.
But Feng Sicheng just didn't like it.
It was only his second day here, and Duoduo kept surrounding him, which made him very distressed.
On the other hand, his deskmate has a cold face and is quiet, which is great.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, his deskmate looked at him and whispered in a serious voice: "Stop talking. If you keep talking, she will cry all day long, and in the end she will have to be comforted by you."
Just follow what she says."
What my deskmate said was reasonable and well-founded, and Feng Sicheng was willing to listen.
He pursed his lips and said, "Okay, let's play with you."
"Yeah!" Duoduo clapped her hands happily.
After class, before Feng Sicheng could leave his seat, Duoduo in front of him turned around and said, "Student Feng, I'll give you one of these candies. This is my favorite."
Feng Sicheng shook his head, "Mom won't let me eat candies in kindergarten, thank you."
Duoduo pouted, "Then you take it home and eat it, and give this one to auntie."
The little girl from a scholarly family has paid special attention to politeness since she was a child, and she has a sweet mouth.
Just when Feng Sicheng was about to refuse for the second time, a thin little hand on the side took the candy and placed it in the hole of Feng Sicheng's table.
"He accepted it." The quiet girl answered for him.
Feng Sicheng glanced at her unexpectedly, but nodded: "Okay, I'll take it."
Duoduo then went to play happily.
"Why do you want to accept it?" Feng Sicheng asked.
My deskmate is called Shen Miao. She has a pair of particularly beautiful black eyes that seem to be reflected in the endless night sky. Her appearance is so recognizable that she must be of mixed race.
Junior classmate Shen Miao said: "If it is easy to make the other party shut up, why bother being so verbose?"
Later, Feng Sicheng discovered that his little classmate was very popular, and many children in the kindergarten liked to play with her.
But no matter who she was, Shen Miao always had a quiet look and never smiled easily. In addition, she was always the first to learn English taught by her teacher, whether it was studying or not.
It wasn’t until the break after one week of studying in the new kindergarten.
Feng Sicheng frowned when he walked in. Aunt Zhang saw the young master's expression and asked, "What's wrong with the young master?"
"Grandma Zhang, where is mom?"
"My wife and husband are in the study room." Aunt Zhang took the small schoolbag and feng Sicheng went upstairs to find someone.
"Dong dong." Feng Sicheng politely knocked on the door in advance.
However, after knocking on the door, he went straight in.
In the study room, two entangled parents hurriedly distanced themselves from each other and tidied up their appearance.
Feng Yan stared at his son, "Why don't you knock on the door?"
"I knocked." Feng Sicheng said innocently, "You didn't hear it."
Ye Lai wasn't too embarrassed, they just kissed for a while.
"Mom, Dad, are you trying to get me a younger brother or sister?" Feng Sicheng tilted his head.
"Cough cough cough—" Tea leaves spurted out of Feng Yan's mouth.
Ye Lai handed him a piece of paper, "No problem, why don't you go play after school?"
"No playing." Feng Sicheng said with his little hands behind his back, "Mom and dad, I want to take tutoring, I want to take tutoring."
He repeated it twice, looking very serious.
Feng Yan raised his eyebrows: "Tuition?"
It's just kindergarten, so there's no need for tutoring. Besides, my son is not stupid at all, so he doesn't need tutoring.
Feng Sicheng said solemnly: "My deskmate is very powerful. She is also very popular among children. I also want to become powerful."
"You are already great." Ye Lai encouraged his son, "You just need to listen more carefully and read it a few more times when you come back."
Ye Lai never imagined how powerful his son would become and how accomplished he would become in the future.
The idea of AI is very simple, as long as you grow up, that's enough.
Happiness and unhappiness are not considered by AI at all, because even they themselves will not consider whether they are happy or not.
So Feng Yan would make up for his son in other places, and he would do anything Ye Lai didn't expect.
When Ye Lai went out, Feng Yan pulled his son to his side and said, "Tell dad, why do you suddenly want to take tutoring?"
"I said it." Feng Sicheng rested his chin on the table.
Feng Yan laughed, "Just because of your little deskmate?"
He took out a group photo issued by the kindergarten and said, "Which one? Show it to daddy."
Feng Sicheng saw his little deskmate at a glance: "Isn't this pretty?"
Feng Yan looked hard at the little girl in the photo. Her face could be said to be expressionless, but she was actually fair, "Mixed?"
"It seems so." Feng Sicheng asked again, "But dad, what is mixed blood?"
Feng Yan raised his voice, "You don't even know yet you still say yes?"
"Because that's what I heard other kids say."
"Mixed race means a person whose parents are not of the same race. For example, a white person combines with a black person, or a yellow person combines with a white person. This creates a mixed race."
"Are you your little deskmate?" Feng Yan teased his son, who found it particularly interesting.
Feng Sicheng was not embarrassed at all and said frankly: "Yes, many children like it."
Seeing his son's appearance, Feng Yan opened the drawer and placed a small velvet box inside, "This is for you. You can take it to your little deskmate tomorrow."
"what?"
"This is the bow bracelet your mother made two days ago. The bow on it was carved by her own hands." Feng Yan pointed to his son.