Little Bao’er nodded obediently and followed closely by Wen Shiyu’s side.
Because the school did not allow parents to enter, Wen Shiyu and Feng Shenye could only take her to the entrance of the school.
She half-bent down, her eyes lovingly cheering for little Bao’er, “Work hard, Mommy and Daddy are waiting for you outside.”
“Yes, I’ll definitely take first place.”
Little Bao’er nodded her head vigorously, before heading into the school.
As Wen Shiyu watched Little Treasure’s back as she walked further and further away, she was already getting a little worried in her heart.
Compared to her worries, Feng Shenye was very calm.
Obviously, he had great confidence in his son.
And he could also see Wen Shiyu’s uneasiness, and his voice was gentle as he advised, “Since Bao’er said he could take first place, you should trust him.”
As Wen Shiyu listened, she felt that this was the right thing to say.
She should trust Bao’er.
……
Meanwhile, when little Bao’er entered the school, the original sweet smile on her face immediately tightened up.
If Wen Shiyu was there, she would have noticed that this was a smaller version of Feng Shenye, cold and cool.
Even so, there were many teachers and girls who came to see him.
Now, when they saw little Bao’er standing in front of the school’s topographical map, they immediately stepped forward in love and offered to help.
“Little one, can you read it? How about I help you find the cla*sroom.”
“Thank you, I’ve already found it.”
With a polite thank you, little Bao’er turned around coolly and left with her little schoolbag on her back.
When the other girls saw this, although they were disappointed, their teenage hearts were budding even more.
It was really too cool and too cute for this child.
Little Bao’er didn’t know any of this.
He followed the topographical map all the way to the cla*sroom and finally found it.
When he went inside, there were already quite a few reference students seated inside.
It was just that compared to these people, Xiao Bao’er was the youngest among them.
The others were also surprised to find Little Treasure’s presence.
Some of the students who knew each other were already talking about it.
“How can there be such a young contestant, can he write well?”
“He’s so small, will he cry during the competition later?”
“It’s finished, if he cries, I’ll definitely be affected.”
These words were not loud, but they could not help the number of people saying them, so that little Bao’er’s music heard some of them.
He pursed his lips slightly and pretended he hadn’t heard them, then looked around the cla*sroom, found a seat by the window and walked straight over.
A few of the older kids next to him saw him walk over and after squinting at each other, they jeered and teased at Little Boy.
“Hey, little brat, you’re so old, do you know how to hold a pencil?”
“That’s right, don’t you cry out for milk later.”
“Drink grandma.”
The person who said this, and deliberately pinched his throat to make fun, and several other older children were instantly amused.
Others pointed at Little Treasure and jeered, “Little brat, go home and drink your milk, this is no place for you to play house.”
In the face of these people’s provocations, Little Treasure paid no attention at all, only feeling childish.
The big competition soon came to the preparatory stage.
Once the invigilator entered the cla*sroom, he gave each person a piece of paper dedicated to calligraphy and announced, “In a moment, when I say start, you will write on it, and each of you will only have one chance to do so, so be careful when you put down your pen.”
With the paper all sent to all the children, the competition was officially kicked off.
Little Bao’er held his pen and wrote very carefully with a horizontal stroke.
It was the older children who had laughed at him earlier who cast curious glances from time to time.
They were really curious whether this little brat could write.
Perhaps their movements were so mundane that they caught the invigilator’s attention in no time and warned, “Some children write properly, don’t look around!”
Smelling, the older children settled down at once.
Outside the campus, many parents had not left.
Some were standing in front of the school waiting, while others, like Wen Shiyu and the others, were waiting in the car.