A perfect life starting from kindergarten

Chapter 4 Doing the Impossible
[Option 1: Han Wenwen intends to approach you. Faced with such an offensive, you have no choice but to give in and answer, "I'm not unwilling. Please sit down. My refusal just now was just a joke." Reward: The crawling life of a turtle]

[Option 2: Han Wenwen intends to approach you, but you just want to remain silent, so you answer "Don't bother me, I like to be alone" Reward: Improved painting skills, +1 physical strength]

[Option 3: Han Wenwen is about to approach you, and you decide to use a white lie to completely stop the girl from thinking of this, and answer: "Actually, I have athlete's foot. Don't be afraid of getting infected, just sit down." Reward: You will never get athlete's foot again, and your intelligence will increase by 1]

Just skip option one. Why are there always such outrageous options?

Option 2 is a good choice. A profound personality can prevent a lot of trouble.

Option 3. Do children know what athlete’s foot is?
"Don't bother me, I like to be alone."

[Congratulations on your improved painting skills, and your physical strength increased by one]

Han Wenwen was stunned, then replied with a smile: "Even if you have athlete's foot, I will have to sit here sooner or later."

After saying that, she walked towards the empty seat at the back of the classroom. Lin Zhengran blinked his eyes and lamented that children nowadays really know about athlete's foot.

But why is she so obsessed with herself?

The last class in the morning was a handicraft class. The beautiful teacher held an exquisite paper tiger carefully in her hands.

In a coquettish voice, "Children, didn't the teacher assign you a task last night? Next Tuesday, everyone has to make an animal craft with their parents. So today the teacher will teach you how to make it, okay? So that everyone can complete the task better!"

"Okay~" they answered in unison.

I just acquired the talent for handicrafts yesterday, and today I am taking a handicraft class.

Lin Zhengran disdained to compete with the kids, but he was very curious about what a person with elementary manual talent could make.

So in the next two hours, while other children were still holding paper and following the teacher to fold small things like paper cranes.

Lin Zhengran has already folded the Eiffel Tower out of paper.

Oriental Pearl Tower, World Financial Center.

The beautiful teacher standing on the podium was stunned, blinking her eyes, standing there like a wooden chicken.

She still couldn't believe that the little guy was actually seven years old.

Lin Zhengran also felt that he had a talent that allowed him to do things far beyond that of ordinary people. He was about to take it apart and fold it into other things when he suddenly felt an ominous gaze from behind.

He turned around and found Han Wenwen sitting in the last row with a crumpled paper in her hand. She stared at him curiously with her fox eyes and bit her lower lip habitually.

There was a slight blush on her face.

At this time, many little boys around took the initiative to get close to Han Wenwen and said with red faces: "Is your name Han Wenwen? My name is Li Lin, don't you know how to fold it? I will teach you."

"I can teach you too. I learned it from mom and dad last night."

"Me too, me too. I...I...I can fold it too." One of them stuttered out of shyness.

Han Wenwen did not reject the boys' enthusiasm and smiled at them: "Thank you, then I'll trouble you to teach me. I'll bring you candies tomorrow."

She radiates light, like a heroine in an anime.

This made the little boys happy and full of hope for life.

Lin Zhengran grinned at Han Wenwen, who was surrounded by people as soon as she arrived, and those little boys who seemed to have their ideals in life.

Respect the fate of others.

It was lunchtime, but my mother stood Lin Zhengran up and he didn't show up.

In fact, since the nail salon is very busy, there are basically twenty-five or six such stand-ups in a month.

He almost never came to pick me up at noon.

But Lin Zhengran didn't think it mattered. There was no need to go home for lunch and cause trouble for his mother. It would be better for him to stay in school.

Although my mother always says, "If I can pick you up, I will definitely do it. I am your good mother."

This is what a naive mother is like. Lin Zhengran was sitting in the classroom, and most of the other students in Class 3 were picked up by their grandparents or parents.

The female teacher counted the number of people who did not go home at noon, and there were three people in total.

Lin Zhengran, Jiang Qian, Han Wenwen.
This was the first time that Lin Zhengran wanted to go home for dinner so much.

"You three stay in the classroom. The teacher will go to the cafeteria to get you food. Don't run around! I will be back in ten minutes. Don't run around!" She repeated these important words several times every day.

There is a three-way competition in the classroom.

Jiang Qian, the most powerful person in Wei State, sat there quietly flipping through a book. She was dignified and elegant at a young age, and she came from a wealthy family.

The cunning Wu Guohan Wenwen was swinging her legs gently on the chair, still folding her unfinished handicrafts, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Lin Zhengran from Shu State began to maintain his health by drinking hot water at the age of seven and planning for great achievements.

In such a quiet classroom, you could probably hear a pin drop.

Finally, the aloof Miss Jiang stood up first. She came to Lin Zhengran with a book and a drawing board.

Lin Zhengran was a little puzzled.

"We agreed to teach me how to draw. Today is the second day." A cold and soft voice spoke.

The conversation between the two made Han Wenwen, who was sitting in the back, very curious. She stopped what she was doing and looked at what they were talking about.

Lin Zhengran wondered if she really hadn't given up.

"But I told you yesterday that the painting can't be finished in ten days, so you have to choose another one."

"It may not be impossible to finish it, right? If I work hard, maybe I can finish it in ten days?"

It’s impossible to reason with children because you never know how strange their train of thought is.

However, looking at Jiang Qian's serious expression, Lin Zhengran knew that she was indeed serious about her outrageous words.

His eyes were firm and wise, as if he had made some kind of decision.

He took the drawing board from the other person with a fake smile: "Let me make it clear first, I only promised to teach you for ten days. After ten days, no matter if you can learn it or not, I will collect the money."

"Okay! But you have to teach seriously."

"Of course, I won't lie to you."

Jiang Qian took out toilet paper from her pocket and wiped the chair next to Lin Zhengran, then sat down elegantly and with a mysophobia.

When it comes to getting paid to do a job, Lin Zhengran won't fool them even if they are just children. Everything depends on Miss Jiang's own understanding.

"Since we are practicing, I will teach you how to draw the rough outline first. Let's draw the outline first."

Jiang Qian nodded very seriously.

When adults face something that is absolutely impossible to accomplish, they will not try their best to do it because it is doomed to be a futile effort.

Only children would unknowingly carry out tasks that are impossible to complete, and still dream of surpassing the original creation and making miracles happen through their consciousness.

After a whole afternoon of contact, Lin Zhengran was convinced that Jiang Qian's painting talent was terrible.
She had almost no sense of the contours of shapes.

However, for a seven-year-old child, it is quite impressive that he can concentrate on one thing for an hour.

And there was another strange thing. Han Wenwen, who said those words to herself in the morning, had been sitting there quietly folding paper during the lunch break.

It seems like he doesn't want to disrupt the serious learning atmosphere here.

It seems like she can read the atmosphere at such a young age, she is definitely a reincarnated fox spirit.

"Hmph~" Suddenly Han Wenwen laughed for no reason while sitting there, and glanced at Lin Zhengran, not knowing what thoughts came to her mind.

(End of this chapter)