The Universe's Number One Healing Cub

Forty Seven

  There were many cars on the road on Monday, so Zhan Xi drove for a while before stopping the tricycle.

  He leaned into the truck bed and looked at the little kid with tears on his face. He was angry and amused: "No wonder you didn't want to go to school this morning. You didn't finish your homework."

  The little kid was lying on the stool, writing new words crookedly. Zhan Xi couldn't recognize what he wrote after a long time.

  The kid, who was scolded by his father, continued to cry while holding the pencil in his chubby hands and continued to write without stopping.

  The three pages of new words were written like a turtle crawling.

  Zhan Xi looked at his watch and calculated the time: "Okay, okay, there is no time. Let's go to school first. You should finish your homework well next time."

  If he stops on the side of the road to do homework like this, the little guy will be late.

  Zhan Xi started the car again.

  In the truck bed, the little kid barely finished drawing three pages of new words and began to recite ancient poems. Ancient poems were passed down from ancient Earth. Generation after generation of people like the poetry culture of ancient Earth.

  The little kid is now reciting the introductory short poem "Goose".

  He dragged his voice in tears and recited in the back.

  If Zhan Xi, who was driving, was not in a hurry, he would have wanted to record this scene. He sighed in the front: "You are just starting to make up homework in kindergarten. What will you do when you go to elementary school in the future?"

  Soon.

  Zhan Xi drove the car to the gate of the kindergarten. Wagner, who came to school, happened to be at the gate. He looked at Ningzi who was carried down and ran over with a puzzled look: "Ningzi, what's wrong with you?"

  Zhan Xi didn't want to reveal the bottom of his own child, so he didn't tell the reason.

  He sent the two children in together and told them to study hard in the kindergarten.

  The two children walked into the gate hand in hand, and the little child was still looking back at his father.

  Wagner shook his hand and coaxed him: "Ningzi, are you reluctant to leave your father? It's okay, we will finish the class in the morning, and your father will come to pick you up."

  The little child sniffed and asked Wagner: "Wagner, have you done your homework?"

  Wagner nodded: "I have done it, my father watched me write it."

  The little child: "..."

  Alas.

  When Xiaozaizi thought about the homework he had rushed to finish, he felt panic in his heart.

  When he arrived in class, as expected, the homework that Xiaozaizi had rushed to finish was criticized. Not only was he criticized, but the teacher also asked him to rewrite it.

  After encountering these things early in the morning, Xiaozaizi's mood was understandably not very good.

  Wagner was very loyal and offered to help him with his homework.

  "No."

  Xiaozaizi shook his head and did not accept Wagner's proposal. He drooped his chubby face and said the reason for his refusal: "My brother and Uncle Lingqi will check it."