"But, the effect of your second child teaching seems better," said Teacher Zhu.

"No, no, no. The foundation must be laid first. If it weren't for a young fourth uncle laying the foundation for the child, it wouldn't be really labor-saving to teach the child." Ning Yunxi reiterated the importance of the foundation.

In the field of primary and secondary education that is not good at, Teacher Zhu listens to Ning Yunxi.

In the front row, Grandpa Xiangxiang was listening to the lectures of the child Leilei. While listening, the old man was moving the white beard above his mouth, as if he was about to speak, but he didn't say anything, and he held the words back into his stomach. It was probably because the old man was worried that he would be slapped in the face like he did just now. It was too embarrassing.

Grandma Xiaogu, who sat behind Grandpa Xiangxiang, peeped at the silent Grandpa Xiangxiang all the way and thought to herself: This old man deserves it. If you don’t listen to her, you will be educated. She has said that the children in the Meng family are different.

Speaking of other parents who came to kindergarten for the first time to participate in an event, like Grandpa Xiangxiang, was fascinated by the knowledge that Leilei was spitting. Not only did they listen, but they also used Leilei to encourage their children: Look, how good this little brother and little brother are talking about, you should learn more from him. Grandpa Xiangxiang lowered his head and said to Xiangxiang, the granddaughter who was sitting on his knees, and said, "Do you know if you want to learn more from Leilei? People know what intersection means, do you know?"

Xiang Xiang, who is also over three years old, buried her little head like a little penguin. She didn't know what she was doing, but Xiao Erduo didn't seem to hear her grandfather's education.

"What are you doing?" Grandpa Xiangxiang asked, and at the same time he saw his granddaughter playing with the bracelet the teacher wore for her all the way.

Grandpa Xiangxiang was a little anxious and got angry with the child: "What are you playing? Where have they learned, but you are playing!"

Grandpa's excited curses made Xiangxiang wake up from her dream. She looked up at her with a surprised look: Why did Grandpa suddenly have a bad temper towards her? It's so scary!

"Come on. Leilei has just said so much. Tell me, what is intersection?" Grandpa Xiangxiang said to his granddaughter sternly.

Xiangxiang's little mouth was open. She was only three years old, but she didn't look like Leilei, a second-level academic master, who was teaching, so how could she understand the profound high school mathematics? So she started playing by herself just now because she couldn't understand. Now that her grandfather asked her hard, she had to be forced to tilt her little head and look at her grandfather with a pair of watery little eyes: Isn't it grandfather to listen to the class? Why did it become me?

Seeing that his granddaughter opened his mouth but didn't say anything, Grandpa Xiangxiang was furious: "Did you not listen to a single word just now? How did you learn in class before!"

Xiangxiang pouted her little mouth, lowered her little head, and continued to fiddle with the beautiful little wreath on her wrist with her little fingers. Girls are born to like flowers and beautiful things. She is a standard little girl who likes beautiful flowers the most.

"Are you still playing with it?" Grandpa Xiangxiang was so angry that a string of black smoke rose above his head.

Xiangxiang never looked up. She didn't know how to answer her grandfather if she asked her to look up. She was only three years old and a child in the kindergarten class. It was too early to talk about high school mathematics and it was too unrealistic.

Grandpa Xiangxiang, who was in sharp contrast with his granddaughter, was excited and reached out to hold his granddaughter's little hand, insisting on pulling down the wreath on his wrist and throwing it away.
Chapter completed!