Participating in such international competitions is an honor and test for students, and it is also a rare and valuable experience and glory for teachers. Of course, if you take students to participate in the competition and have no results at all, you can imagine the pressure of teachers returning to China.

"The teacher who leads the team must have certain experience in participating in the competition, have strong psychological qualities and on-the-spot judgment and command ability. In short, this candidate is not easy to be selected." Miao Xinhong said, "And, once this competition has a result, you will face the development of domestic Olympiad training. Oh, by the way, I don't know if Zhao Fengying told you something, saying that it was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper of the Youth Daily that asked about you through her."

"Youth Daily?" Ning Yunxi was a little surprised, only knowing that the few children in the family are loyal fans of Youth Daily.

"Maybe I want to make an appointment with you." Miao Xinhong guessed, "They always need excellent manuscripts."

Ning Yunxi knew that many of the articles in the Youth Daily were from masters of that era. Many of the illustrations made for the children in the Youth Daily were extremely beautiful and classic.

When I walked outside the garden, the sun came out at noon and the snow stopped.

Ning Yunxi slapped the snow on his son's little cotton jacket.

Shan Dongxiang reached out to help Miao Xinhong slap the snow on her hat and shoulders. Miao Xinhong said to him: "You take care of yourself." While saying this, he also helped him slap the snow on his clothes and get on the car.

Leilei was imitating others to stretch out his gloves to help his mother slap the snowflakes. As he patted his little hands, the kid became addicted to the picture and was very excited to help others slap.

Ning Yunxi hurriedly hugged his son tightly and said to his son seriously: "This is a martyr's cemetery, you can't run around and play, do you know?"

Leilei obediently took a little head.

Ning Yunxi helped his son put his hat on his face.

Miao Xinhong now realized that the hat on the child's head seemed to be a little crooked, and the left and right sides were of different sizes. She was surprised and said, "Why are you so ugly?"

Ning Yunxi's face was red.

Leilei's little mouth told Aunt Miao not to say it was ugly: "Dad, mom, I made it for me."

Miao Xinhong immediately covered her mouth with her hands: "Sorry, sorry."

However, this sentence fell on Ning Yunxi, the mother, who was a mother. After taking her son home, she immediately took her son's hat and put it in her hand to study how to improve it.

Meng Chenhao also heard about this and walked over to look at the hat in her hand.

Ning Yunxi finished researching and said: "Last time, I was afraid that the wool was not cold, so I added a layer of cotton cloth to the hat. Maybe it was pulled to the side when I nailed the cotton cloth. It should be like this. I took the cotton cloth apart and started again."

Meng Chenhao sat down and took the little hat from her hand and studied it like her: "Why do I think it's not that the cloth is being tilted, but that the needle and thread are not aligned?"

Seeing his parents studying their hats, Leilei walked over and took the hat he had in his father's hand and put it on his little head. He didn't bother to shout and wait, and he walked out with his little hat and ran out with his little hat.

No matter how ugly it is, it was made by his parents. In Leilei's heart, it is not ugly. It looks good~ Leilei only likes this ugly hat.

Meng Chenhao and Ning Yunxi sighed together.
Chapter completed!