The promotion of the eighty lucky concubine

Chapter 45 Passing the Entrance Test
Mr. An has rarely shown such a relaxed expression since Mrs. An's death.

As usual, he patted An Yunzhe on the back of the head, and scolded, "As a big brother, you still say that other brats are Tie Hanhan, I think you are stupid!"

"I'm just saying that." An Yunzhe assured him, "Don't worry. In Nanhu Affiliated School, with me, An Yunzhe, who would dare to bully my family Yaoyao!"

An Dalang, who was out of the situation, was not very satisfied with Situ Zheng being his future son-in-law. He strictly forbade An Yunzhe: "In the future, don't mention those three-character names!"

Camellia Town is particular about it.

What's more, the An family is the most respectful family, and it is related to the reputation of his daughter's family, so An Yunzhe nodded.

But speaking of Situ Zheng.

This kid hasn't seen Shenlong recently, and he doesn't know if his head suddenly opened up, or his father Situ Qingtuo contacted someone to promote him to the fourth grade.

The primary school is all on one floor.

An Yunzhe thought, it's better to talk to Situ Zheng later.

After all, half a school is separated from their high school and elementary school, if Yaoyao really wants to do something, he is afraid that the distance will not be able to quench his near thirst.

After the An family made their decision, they took An Yunyao to school that afternoon.

"As long as little girl Yunyao can pass our first grade test—" The principal has always cherished talents, and An Yunyao is An Yunzhe's younger sister, so he decided to give her a chance: "After the winter vacation, you can Go straight to school."

An Dalang asked the unit for leave today in order to send his daughter to school.

After all, in his heart, third uncle's fish pond is far less important than Yaoyao's schooling.

But hearing what the principal said, An Dalang was dumbfounded: he only thought about sending An Yunyao to learn culture, but he didn't consider whether the child could adapt to it.

"……or……"

An Dalang hesitated: It doesn't make sense for a four-year-old doll to do a first-grade problem.

If it doesn't work, let's go home.

At that time, he will plead with the leader at the unit to let him bring Xiao Yaoyao to work in the future.

An Yunyao seemed to be able to see An Dalang's worry. She held An Dalang's hand and said to him, "Daddy. I want to try."

Anyway, she also studied Chinese culture with Yu Qiulian for a period of time. If it comes to Chinese, An Yunyao should have no problem.

Ugh.

An Dalang couldn't bear to look at the little girl, his own child made such a small request, how could he refuse as a father.

"Then try it." After An Dalang finished speaking to the principal, he still did not forget to comfort Xiaotuanzi: "Yaoyao. Let's just treat it as practice, and it won't be sad if you don't do well in the exam! When you are old enough, Dad Then take your school to report."

The principal took out a recent final exam paper from a pile of test papers, "Little Yunyao, can you finish it within an hour?"

There are not many test questions in the first grade.

The Chinese test paper examines the students' ability to form words.

When An Dalang saw the little man taking the paper, he was still hesitating: Can my daughter know how to write?
In Camellia Town after snowfall, the campus is very lively.

Especially a few mischievous ones in the primary school, they smashed the group's snowball on the principal's glass.

The principal opened the door and scolded the bear boy, and was a little worried—whether he would speak too loudly and affect An Yunyao's examination papers.

But when he turned around, An Yunyao had already held up the paper and said to him with a smile: "Mr., I have finished the answer."

Only 10 minute!

An Dalang grabbed the paper.

He couldn't read, so he didn't know what An Yunyao wrote on the paper.

In short, the paper is densely packed with words, whether it is right or wrong, An Dalang feels very happy that Yaoyao can write so many words.

He excitedly handed over the test paper to the principal.

Before the principal became the principal, he was a Chinese teacher.

"This……"

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could the principal have imagined that a four-year-old girl could answer all the questions within 10 minutes, and her handwriting was very beautiful.

Of course, all the answers are correct.

"Principal. Look..." An Dalang rubbed his hands. He was already prepared to be rejected, but he never expected that the principal would grab his shoulder excitedly: "Brother An! Congratulations to your family for coming out again!" A little child prodigy!"

The last time I was so excited was when An Yunzhe skipped a grade.

"Oh yes (how is it possible)?"

An Dalang speaks in dialect in a dumbfounded way, so the principal means... Did Yaoyao pass the exam? QAQ
In order to test that An Yunyao is not biased.

The headmaster took out another math paper and allocated an hour, which was the same as when he answered the Chinese paper just now.

"What a child prodigy!"

The headmaster held the paper, with tears in his excited eyes. The math paper was also full marks, and the Chinese paper was also full marks. For a four-year-old child, he was simply gifted!

"Little Yaoyao."

In the past, An Dalang only thought about his daughter's happy growth, and he didn't think about An Yunyao's academic achievements.

"Daddy treats you to sugar oil cakes at noon today, as a gift to celebrate the entrance, okay?"

Previously, Du Jiajia considered that An Yunyao was in the period of changing teeth, so he also made An Yunyao avoid products with a lot of sugar.

An Yunyao craved for a long time, and when she heard the sugar oil cake, little stars twinkled in her eyes.

"it is good."

She nodded obediently.

"Brother An." The headmaster recruited another genius, and he was already happy, "Let's make an agreement like this. When the winter vacation is over, we will directly let Yunyao study in the first grade."

"Ah."

When the father and daughter walked out of the principal's office, An Dalang cast out his doubts: "Xiao Yaoyao. Did you learn those characters from Ms. Yu?"

Most of it is, and some parts are derived from the teachings of grandma.

Because of An Erlang's departure, the old lady took over the medical clinic again, and An Yunyao would occasionally follow the bookkeeping, and her math improved over time.

"Yes." An Yunyao understood that if grandma's name was mentioned in this atmosphere, An Dalang would feel uncomfortable, so she followed his words, "Aunt Yu taught me a lot."

"It looks like I have to find time to treat Situ's family to dinner."

Some favors cannot be owed.

An Dalang actually doesn't believe that there is such a thing as a child prodigy in the world. The outside world says his son is so good, but he also understands that he is just working harder than other children.

Therefore, for Yaoyao to be able to do the first grade questions at the age of four, he naturally attributes this credit to Yu Qiulian's good teaching.

The father and daughter were enjoying themselves at the sugar oil Baba stall.

On the way home, An Dalang carried An Yunyao on his back, and also seriously instructed: "I can't tell your mother about the fact that Dad secretly bought you sugar and oil cakes."

"Ah."

"Then if your mother asked why you ate so little for dinner, how would you answer?"

An Yunyao responded with a smile: "If Auntie asks, Yaoyao will say that the principal of the school is in charge."

The north wind blows off the snow from the trees and slides over Andalang's cheek.

An Dalang sighed: Yaoyao is so smart, he, as a father, is also attached to the blessing.

　There is another update tonight~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)