NovelEnglishThe Savior is just a 3-Year-Old
Chapter 122 - 122: Other people’s children (1)Chapter 122: Other people’s children (1)
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All the powerful Masters were depressed.
They were all a little curious. How did he teach his child a lesson? he was so angry that he cried, but he didn’t dare to say the reason.
The problem was that his family was one of the most powerful people in the city, and the other party was a child from a poor family.
And a four-year-old girl?
Director Zheng’s brows were tightly knitted together. He clearly felt that they had been wronged, but he didn’t even want to mention it.
Then, he looked at the fat girl, who was pouting and also had a look of dissatisfaction.
Yes, she was very unconvinced.
“You’re stupid, but you won’t let me say.” He mumbled to himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith every word she said, the children’s heads would lower even more. Director Zheng raised his hand slightly and stopped the master from saying anything.
At this moment, Dean Zheng had a bizarre guess.
This child’s family background was ordinary, so he couldn’t possibly use his family background to bully others.
This child was young and cute, so he definitely couldn’t fight.
Yet, she was able to make those older brothers and sisters who were older than her find it difficult to speak, and make those proud and arrogant young
Masters and young ladies feel so aggrieved that they did not dare to say a word.
It must be because of her own reasons.
“Come here and read this copy. All the children will remember it together. No matter how much you can remember, you must memorize it. ” Director Zheng took out a handwritten copy from his desk. The book was obscure and difficult to understand. It was not something that should be learned at this age.
The master paused. How many sentences could he remember after only reading it once?
But he didn’t ask much and just read it out.
The children’s faces instantly turned pale.
Seeing their expressions, director Zheng was even more certain. It must be that this child was in their area of expertise, suppressing them so much that they couldn’t even lift their heads.
The few old masters did not think much of it. Their children were all smart and the smartest children in the residence had been chosen to come here.
The headmaster read for more than an hour and everyone had drunk two pots of tea.
The children did not show anything on their faces, but cold sweat kept dripping from their foreheads.
Jiang huailu even took a few pastries from the table and said something to the Xia family in a low voice. He didn’t even listen.
After the master finished, he closed the book.
“Shu ‘er, you do it.” The director looked at his grandson.
Zheng wangshu was seven years old this year and his grandfather had told him about this book several times. She wasn’t timid and went forward to recite a few pages, but she stole a glance at Jiang huailu after she finished.
The child of the du family recited a page.
Wen ruxi recited two pages, while Wen ruyu recited one.
For a group of seven-year-old children to be able to read this book that they had never read before, it was already very talented.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe old masters ‘expressions became slightly better.
“If you guys don’t study hard and think of a way to get out of huangdu, who else can do it?” Old master Wen glared at the child and was about to go herd the cows.
When they were exiled, there was a rule that no one could become an official for three generations.
They were all exiled from the previous generation, and three generations had passed by their grandson’s generation. This was their greatest hope. He walked out of the barren capital and returned to the human world.
But now, he actually wanted to herd cows.
‘F * Ck your head.’
The children all looked at Jiang huailu in silence.
Jiang huailu was already burping from the food, and Xia Shi gently pushed her. “It’s your turn.” He said in a low voice.
Jiang huailu half-squinted her eyes and laid in Xia Shi’s arms, looking drowsy.
“You haven’t even learned all the words, What are you reading …” Before he finished, Jiang huailu started.
Although his voice was muddled, it was not stammering at all. It was smooth and natural as he squinted his eyes and recited as he wished.
Half an hour later.
More miserable cries came from the Academy.
This time, it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of being beaten..
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