After sending gifts to the children and recognizing the nephews and nieces from a large group, Nini entered the class under the guidance of the teacher and then started to learn to count.

The teacher taught the children in the first class to understand 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10, and taught them to use a pen to write these numbers one by one in the homework book.

Under Han Qingjun's teaching, Nini could have been able to write from 1 to 100 or even more, but she was low-key and did not write these out. After she wrote from 1 to 10, she directly took the pencil and drew the little mouse.

Of course, it is unrealistic for a child who has just turned four and has been holding a pen for less than half a year. It is not realistic for her to draw a mouse well. However, because she often sees Han Qingjun painting and can draw with him, although Nini did not draw a mouse well, she also drew a rough look for her.

Then the teacher who checked the homework quickly discovered her behavior; "Ni Ni, have you written 1 to 10? Are you drawing a mouse? What about a cute mouse? But why is the ear so similar to a little rabbit??"

"Oh, I accidentally drew the rabbit's ears. Huh, my mouse and rabbit are raised together. I forgot what they look like. Huh..." After the teacher pointed out the mistake, Nini immediately quickly wiped off the mouse's rabbit's ears with an eraser, while explaining with a embarrassed smile.

The children in the kindergarten class came to play, so the teacher didn't mind Nini drawing during class time. Instead, she picked up her pencil and smiled and taught her to draw the mouse's ears; "The mouse's ears are small, just like the leaves of folded ears, a small one, you just draw like this, have you learned to draw??"

"Oh, it turns out that the ears of the little mouse are drawn like this, but the ears of my mouse are so small and invisible, and they are so fierce. When I feed them bamboo, they screamed and scared. My father said that if you raise them a little longer, you will cook them and eat meat... Gudong. [Swallowing]..." When talking about the mouse, Nini immediately remembered the unfamiliar bamboo rats in her family. As she spoke, she swallowed her mouth.

Hearing the sound of Nini swallowing, the teacher was amused by the little greedy guy; "Nini, the one you raise in your home is a bamboo rat, not a mouse, the one you likes to steal food. You should have seen a mouse in the mountains??"

"Rat, I know rat. My father used to catch a mouse, a white mouse, it was so big. And I remember my father sang a song about it, the mouse loves rice, and then buryed it." After hearing the teacher's explanation, he remembered what the mouse looked like, and he quickly exposed the secret of the mouse loving rice.

What Nini didn't know was that the teacher in front of her not only liked the song "Mouse Loves Mi" but also liked the white mouse that was photographed with love, so she was stunned when she heard Nini's words...

She took out her phone with disbelief and opened the video of the mouse loving rice, then pointed at the white mouse inside and looked at Nini, and asked her with a little collapse, "Nini, did your father really beat this mouse to death?"

"Yes, my father just gave it a simplicity. You see, it won't move anymore, it's just made it a simplicity by my father and others." Nini, who was scheming, answered her honestly in the face of the teacher's inquiry.

"Damn, damn, damn, Han Qingjun actually killed the donkey. How could he beat such a cute mouse to death? It's so hateful, I'm so angry!!"

After being so angry that he muttered a few words in his heart, the teacher took out his cell phone and handed it to Nini and said, "Nini, give your father a cell phone number to the teacher. The teacher wants to talk to your father!!"

"131489467*** This is my father's mobile phone number, but teacher, don't call my father when he sees his handsomeness. My father loves my mother very much. You can't steal my father from my mother, otherwise my mother will be angry and beat people, and it hurts so much." After giving Han Qingjun's mobile phone number to the teacher, Nini told her seriously, telling her not to steal her father from her mother.

"Don't worry, the teacher just asked your father why he killed the white mouse. He wouldn't steal your father's name from your mother. That, you are drawing your little mouse here, the teacher will call you." After smiling and replying to Nini, the teacher walked to the door of the classroom, watching the children in the class write, and called Han Qingjun on his cell phone.

Dangdang...Dangdangdang...After a ringtone of the cell phone, Han Qingjun, who was sleeping comfortably at the door of his house, turned over and took out his phone and put it in his ear to answer, and asked, "Who is it?"

"You are Mr. Han Qingjun, right? I am Nini's teacher Cai Tingma. I called here this time, mainly to ask you, did you beat you to death when the white mouse you photographed in the first place??" After Han Qingjun finished speaking, the teacher's voice came from the opposite side.

"Nini's teacher, this is the kindergarten teacher. The mouse loves rice white mouse. I did beat him to death, but what was she doing when she asked about this??"

After muttering a few words in my heart, Han Qingjun, who was more delicate, immediately sat up from the rocking chair and replied to the teacher with a serious face, "No, I didn't kill the mouse. The mouse's coma was caused by anesthetics, and after shooting the video, I directly released the mouse..."

"But, why did your Nini say that you had beaten the mouse to death and buried it?" Faced with Han Qingjun's quibbling, the teacher asked directly with a crying voice, why Nini said that the mouse was dead.

"Why are you talking about everything, Nini, this is not deliberately smearing me, this little black-hearted cotton jacket..."

After a moment of speechlessness in his heart, Han Qingjun immediately argued to the teacher again, "Oh, it's what our Nini told you, it's okay if she said it.

Actually, this is the thing. The mouse is not dead. It is still alive and has a litter of little mice. The reason why my Nini said that is because we don’t want her to play with mice. The mouse is dirty, so she deliberately lied to her.”

Although I didn't believe Han Qingjun's words very much, I hope the White Mouse was really not dead. In the end, I chose to believe that the White Mouse was not dead. "Is it really not dead? Can you send me a photo of the White Mouse child???"

"Okay, then I'll hang up the phone. I'll send you a photo later." After a few words of fooling words from the teacher, Han Qingjun immediately took his cell phone to raise a rabbit, and took out a nest of newly born rabbits to take photos, and then sent the photo to the teacher's phone.
Chapter completed!