The children's cries were loud and endless, reverberating one after another. Fu Yunruo looked down at her son. Children generally had a herd mentality — seeing someone crying, others would also cry in response. But Wenwen seemed to haven't been affected, and he kept a calm and mature-like expression on his face.
Teacher Su hurriedly rushed in and helped coax the children. She and other teachers were veterans in handling children and could see at a glance which children were genuinely crying as opposed to those who only followed the trend. It took them just a moment to finally appeased the bunch of crying radishes.
Kangkang, who cried the loudest, reluctantly stopped crying. But when he saw that his father was about to leave, he pursed his mouth and started to howl again.
He didn't want to go to kindergarten!
As a result, the children who had just calmed down continued to cry.
Kangkang's father was so angry that his forehead twitched. He said to his son, "See that kid over there? He is younger than you, but he doesn't cry. Aren't you feel ashamed?"
Kangkang, who was busy howling with dry eyes, opened his eyes and looked in the direction his father pointed. Sure enough, a small boy, much cuter than even the most beautiful little princess he had seen in books and tv, was looking curiously at him.
Finally, Kangkang sniffed. He wiped his tears, put on a tough front, and walked over to the little cutie, "Hello, little brother. My name is Kangkang. What's your name?"
"My name is Wenwen," Wenwen replied. He raised his head and found that all the children in the class seemed taller than him, which made him depressed.
When would he grow up? So sad.
"Little Wenwen!" Seeing such a cute little brother, Kangkang immediately forgot the sadness of entering kindergarten. Now full of enthusiasm, he gripped Wenwen's hand and took him to the classroom.
Wenwen waved to his family, "Mom, you can go back. Come pick me up in the afternoon!"
"Little Wenwen sits here!" Kangkang patted a seat, then happily pointed to the next seat, "I'm sitting here, next to you! Don't worry; from now on, I am your big brother. I will protect you!"
A little girl in a pink dress and gauze skirt was playing with a doll when Kangkang's loud voice attracted her attention. Raising her head, her eyes suddenly brightened, "You look like my idol!" Lele looked at Wenwen curiously and said in a tender voice, "My idol is called Wenwen. What is your name?"
Kangkang said to Lele, "His name is Wenwen!"
"You really look like my idol. Even your name is the same!" Lele clapped her hands happily.
"Let me tell you a secret. My idol Wenwen is the most handsome little prince. I want to marry him when I grow up!"
Lele liked a little boy whom she had once seen on TV. But she hadn't seen him again for half a year, and, despite children's natural forgetfulness, she still remembered the appearance and name of the little boy. It must be true love!
Wenwen: "..."
Lele's voice was loud, which attracted the attention of other children. Unexpectedly, there were several of Wenwen's little fans in the class. Hearing Lele's declaration, a chubby little girl said loudly, "Wenwen won't marry you! He will marry me when he grows up because I am the most beautiful little princess!"
"No, I'm the most beautiful little princess!" Lele put her hands on her hips and frowned.
"You are wrong! My mother said it's me!"
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My Son is a Reborn Villain
General FictionChi Wen's short life has been bumpy. Ever since he could remember things, he was already living in the orphanage, growing up without a family. Later, he entered the entertainment industry and became a first generation film emperor. However, he final...