Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 1111: Keep Your Word

The summer vacation is over, and Shen Zhihuan will return to campus life. Thinking of the little guy's nature, Shen Zhihuan retracted his hand that had just touched the bedtime story book.

The little one, who was already lying down waiting to listen to the bedtime story, seemed to have noticed Shen Zhihuan's action, and looked at Shen Zhihuan in confusion with his big watery eyes blinking.

"Be good, sit up first. Mom has something to tell you." Shen Zhihuan sat up straight.

The little guy stuck his butt out and turned over to sit up.

"Your uncle and brother are going to school starting tomorrow. They won't be able to play with you during the day, do you understand that?" Afraid that the little guy wouldn't be able to accept it for a while, Shen Zhihuan looked at him and began to persuade him patiently.

The little guy nodded.

"Mom will also go to Peking University to study tomorrow. Did you know about this?" Shen Zhihuan gently held the little guy's small fleshy hand.

The delicate and smooth touch made Shen Zhihuan move his hands carefully, for fear of hurting him by accident.

The little guy nodded again.

"If mom goes to school, I won't be able to play with you during the day. When mom is not around, you should play with grandma and great-grandma, okay?" Shen Zhihuan stared at the little guy, observing his reaction all the time.

Her last disappearance left a serious psychological trauma on the little guy.

She starts crying and making a fuss when I don't see her for a while.

Shen Zhihuan had no idea what to do about this.

The little guy frowned and said nothing.

Obviously not happy.

"My dear, don't you want your mother to go to school?" Shen Zhihuan picked up the little guy and put him on his lap.

"No." The little guy pouted, looking a little unhappy.

"So, doesn't Guaiguai like playing with grandma and great-grandma?" Shen Zhihuan lowered his head and straightened the little guy's cotton pajamas.

"No." The little guy shook his head.

"Guaiguai, are you afraid that mom will disappear again?" Shen Zhihuan's eyes were a little hot.

During the time she was in the deep mountains and forests, she missed the little guy madly.

She was worried that if she didn’t come back, the little one would be wronged.

I am even more worried that the little one will meet a stepmother who looks kind but has a wicked heart.

Many times, what is scary is not the evil wolf, but the wolves in sheep's clothing.

They are clothed in a cloak of hypocrisy, but are actually doing shameful things.

"Yeah!" The little guy stood up and hugged Shen Zhihuan's neck.

"Guaiguai, mother promises you that I will never leave you again. Mother will accompany you to grow up and will never leave you again." Shen Zhihuan gently stroked the little guy's back as if to comfort him.

"You can't lie." The little guy buried his head in Shen Zhihuan's neck, his voice muffled.

"I won't lie." Shen Zhihuan promised solemnly.

"Pink pinky." The little guy stretched out his little finger.

"Pink." Shen Zhihuan stretched out his hand and hooked it.

"Hang yourself with a hook, and you won't be able to change it for a hundred years."

"When mom goes to school, you must listen to grandma and great-grandma and don't cry or make a fuss!" Shen Zhihuan was a little worried and hooked the little guy's little finger and reiterated it again.

"Okay!" The little guy nodded obediently.

Seeing the little guy give in, Shen Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The next morning, sitting in the classroom, Shen Zhihuan realized that she had relaxed too early.

Outside the window, Aunt Wang was holding the little one, and Sun Sijun was standing beside him, fanning him.

The little fellow's obsidian eyes stared unblinkingly at Shen Zhihuan, who was sitting in the front row of the classroom. His fixed gaze was like that of a staff member staring at a prisoner.

In the end, Master Miejue couldn't stand the little guy's pitiful look anymore, so she asked Shen Zhihuan to carry the little guy inside.

"Mom, I'm not crying." Fearing that Shen Zhihuan would say he didn't keep his word, the little guy hurriedly said as soon as he got into Shen Zhihuan's arms. Sun Sijun snorted inwardly.

No, I didn't cry, I just made a fuss.

"Grandma, it's hot outside. You guys go back first. I'll watch over you." Shen Zhihuan lowered his voice.

"If he makes a fuss, you should come back early and don't disturb others in class." Sun Sijun handed the small bamboo fan to Shen Zhihuan and whispered to him.

Shen Zhihuan took the small bamboo fan and nodded slightly.

"Be good, say goodbye to Grandma Wang and Great-grandma." Shen Zhihuan gestured to the little guy.

"Goodbye, Grandma Wang, and goodbye, Great-grandma." The little guy raised his little fleshy hands and waved to the two of them.

"Go in and listen carefully to the teacher's lecture. Don't talk, okay?" Sun Sijun warned worriedly.

The little guy nodded obediently.

The students in the classroom were all watching the movements outside with their eyes squinted.

Seeing the little guy nod, everyone booed in their hearts.

What do older children think about while listening to the class?

Some people even automatically imagined the scene in their minds of Nun Miejue being so angry that she jumped up and down because of the little guy.

But what no one expected was that the little guy who entered the classroom sat obediently on Shen Zhihuan's lap.

Shen Zhihuan gave him a notebook and a pencil, and he obediently took the pencil and wrote and drew on the notebook.

Shen Zhihuan was listening to the class, but his eyes were on the notebook in front of the little guy. From time to time, he would hold the little guy's small hand, as if he was correcting something.

The students were far away and couldn't see clearly what the little guy was doing, so they just thought he was doodling.

Liu Chunhua, who was sitting next to Shen Zhihuan, saw it clearly.

abcdefg……

The notebook in front of the little guy was densely written with...

English alphabet!
The essential……

Except for the first few rows of crooked, earthworm-shaped unknown objects.

Behind……

To be precise, you can start to see something starting from the fourth row.

By the seventh row, the English letters looked like they were going to look pretty good.

If Liu Chunhua hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that a child this young could actually write English letters.

The most important thing is...

Look at the little guy writing with great skill, it seems that he has memorized the order of English letters from a to z.

Nun Miejue, who had just finished her lecture, was about to move over to play with the little guy when her eyes inadvertently swept across the notebook in front of the little guy.

At just one glance, Nun Miejue's eyes widened like copper bells, her face full of surprise, as if she had seen something incredible.

The classmates saw that Master Miejue had a look on her face as if she had seen a ghost, and they were even more curious about what Shen Zhihuan's son had done to make the usually calm and composed Master Miejue lose her composure like this.

"Shen Zhihuan, be good...you teach..."

Nun Miejue originally wanted to ask Shen Zhihuan whether he had taught the little guy to write the English alphabet before, but when she saw the "ghostly scribbles" in the first few rows of the little guy's hand, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Fearing that she might disturb the little guy, Nun Miejue tiptoed around behind him.

Watching the little guy quietly write English letters one by one.

As a person whose neck was almost covered in dirt, it was the first time for Master Miejue to see such a young child holding a pen and writing.

The most incredible thing is...

From the initial "scrapbook" to something decent, it's only a matter of half a sheet of paper.

In her life of teaching, this was the first time she had seen someone with such a talent for learning.