Wen Miao sighed very depressedly, as if he was worried about the children's education: "Then I asked him again, what aspects of life do you think you need to work hard in the future?"

Seeing Wen Miao's worries, Lin Er sighed with her: "What did the kid say?"

Thinking of the child's answer, Wen Miao suddenly became even more worried: "He said he was in the fight against the attack."

Liner: “…”

Well, what do you mean?

I can only say that the children's answers are indeed colorful.

Liner also has another class in the morning, which is for children in the fifth and sixth grades.

It mainly talks about a text in the textbook.

With the text to be taught, Liner was not so at a loss. After reading it with the children, she put down the textbook in her hand and asked a question with a slight slightest tip: "Do you know which country the protagonist of this text, Mr. Voltaire, belongs to?"

"It's from China." The children below answered in unison.

Liner: "?"

This answer is too unexpected.

Lin Er's expression was obviously paused, she was stunned and even stumbled on the words in her mouth: "Ah, ah? Chinese?"

"Yes!" The children spoke in unison again.

Liner: “…”

Not from France?

But looking at the uniform posture of the children's door, Lin Er began to wonder if he had remembered it wrongly.

A little girl sitting in the front row seemed to see her confused expression. After hesitating for a moment, she said in confusion: "Teacher, isn't he Furkang's younger brother?"

“…”

Lin Er opened his mouth, and it was a little difficult to answer for a moment.

Well, isn’t this blood relationship a little far away?

In the gap when Lin Er couldn't answer, the children below had already started to discuss it.

"Aren't Forte and Forcon, all the surnames are 'Fu'?"

"If it weren't for the younger brother, then it must be the older brother."

"You all read the textbooks. The Voltaire's "Voltaire" in the textbook seems to be the same as the "Fu" of Furcon?"

"So it's a distant cousin?"

"Not necessarily? I think it's possible for a distant cousin."

“…”

Seeing the discussion below so enthusiastically, Xie Yan turned his head slightly and asked Lin Er: "Who is Furkang?"

Liner: "?"

I know he has no childhood, but I don’t know he has no childhood so much.

I have watched "The Temptation of Going Home" and "The Legend of Zhen Huan". I haven't watched such a classic "My Fair Princess"?

"It's that Ziwei, I love you so much, Ekang, who loves you so much, I'll look at the mountains, seas, and the moon." Lin Er briefly described it and asked him, "Have you ever watched "My Fair Princess"?"

"No." Xie Yan said.

“…”

There are still people born in the 1990s who haven't seen this?

Lin Er was stunned for a moment and asked him, "Then what did you see when you were a child?"

Xie Yan thought for a while and said slowly: "First, I'm not arrogant, I'm angry."

Liner: "?"

What?

Xie Yan: "Second, my name is Chu Yuxuan."

Liner: “…”

She remembered.

Isn’t this the line in “Let’s Watch Meteor Shower Together”?!

After a while of speech, Lin Er asked him: "Don't you just like watching palace dramas where humble little palace maids climbed all the way to the queen's position?"

Xie Yan said "ah" and explained: "I watched this meteor shower with Thirteen."

Liner: “…”

Yes, Shi Sang likes a romantic idol drama with a girl's heart that is full of girls and is about to overflow the screen.

At 5:30 pm, the school ended on time.

Several students on duty stayed in the classroom to sweep the floor, while the other students went home with their schoolbags.

Lin Er made another cup of wolfberry tea and thoughtfully helped Xie Yan make a cup.

She felt that Xie Yan also needed this thing very much.

After a whole day of class, Lin Er finally understood why Lao Chen's hair was so thin.

It is really hard to go to class.

In the yard, Teacher Sun started to make a big pot again and prepare to make sweet potato soup for the evening.

Wen Miao squatted on the steps like a small listless mushroom. Her hands were wrapped around her calves, her head was slightly tilted, her chin was resting on her knees, her eyes looked in the direction of the big pot supported by Teacher Sun, and muttered in her mouth: "And, it's sweet potato again..."

Although Wen Miao is not picky about food, she has a sweet potato feast for three meals a day, and even the snacks used to grind her teeth are dried sweet potatoes, which still makes her eyes look a little straight.

There was still a little girl squatting on the steps, looking only two or three years old, and she should be waiting for her brother to finish the duty and go home together.

The little girl's round short legs were closed, and she also put her head on her knees like Wen Miao, and said to her in a slight voice: "Teacher, I learned a poem today. Can I recite it to you?"

She is too young, she speaks vaguely, and her mouth is not very clear, but when she recites the poem, she looks decent: "Geese, goose, goose, goose..."

But my memory was wrong, and the little girl repeated a few words and couldn't recite them anymore.

I guess I forgot the following sentences.

Wen Miao's stomach became even hungry as she listened to her poems. The "goose, goose, goose, and goose" entered her ears and became the capital "hungry", poking her stomach that was so hungry that she was so hungry that she was rumbling.

The little girl wrinkled her face, and she thought for a long time but couldn't remember what was behind the "goose". Finally, she touched her horns in distress and asked Wen Miao: "Teacher, can you recite this poem?"

"Yes." Wen Miao replied despair, his voice sounded weak.

"Then please recite it to me?" the little girl said in a silence, "I forgot how to recite the next sentence."

Wen Miao hung his head and replied, "Okay."

"Ode to the Goose" is right?

Wen Miao rubbed his gurgling stomach, while wandering around the world and carrying it: "Geese, goose, goose, wise people don't fall in love, they only stew big goose in the iron pot. Love river is sad and sad, big goose warms the heart and bears hunger."

Little girl: "?"

The little girl's expression gradually became confused.

Although she couldn't remember how she memorized the next sentence, it seemed that it wasn't the teacher's words?

The little girl asked in confusion: "Teacher, is this also "Ode to the Goose"?"

"Yes." Wen Miao nodded.

The little girl was even more confused: "But why does it seem different from what I have memorized before?"

At this time, a fragrant and crispy smell came from the air.

It is obviously different from the sweet potato soup being cooked in the yard.

Wen Miao's stomach purred and started shouting in cooperation.

Wen Miao immediately returned to his senses and said sadly and sadly: "It's really different. Maybe it's because you chant the raw goose, and I chant the mature goose."

Little girl: “…?”
Chapter completed!