mother chick is crazy

Chapter 7

The congestion points in the HD area, except for primary and secondary schools, are almost all office buildings and shopping malls where various training and educational institutions are concentrated.Haidian Huangzhuang is the hub of congestion, regardless of morning and evening peak hours.

Wen Yashu drove home.The car windows isolate the scorching heat from the outside, and the faces of pedestrians are more or less full of anxiety, for the upcoming summer vacation, or something else.Li Shaochen looked forward to the arrival of a summer rain.

The straight-line distance was 10 minutes, but after driving for half an hour, the car arrived at "Shuimu Huating" - a well-known school district house.At the entrance of the community, several agencies put up signboards, marking a certain second-hand house of 90 square meters with a total price of 900 million; a certain two-bedroom house with fine decoration and appliances, and a monthly rent of 10500 yuan.When you see people coming, greet them warmly, do you want to buy a house or rent a house? Sister, is your house for rent?

The greening in the community is very good. Some elderly people are walking with their children under three years old. Occasionally they see a puppy, and the elderly people will point and say "puppy" in Beijing accent.

After parking the car in the parking space on the ground, Wen Yashu said to her son, "I'm going to Wumart to buy some groceries. Please wait for me here for a while." The community has complete facilities, including a supermarket and a kindergarten downstairs.

Li Shaochen walked slowly nearby. He liked this rare moment of tranquility very much. Looking at the shrubs and the gravel path, he felt beautiful and poetic.

A foreigner riding a scooter greeted him cordially in half-authentic Chinese, "Hello Shaochen, didn't you go to a cram school?"

"I just came back. I envy you Mark, you are as free as the wind." Li Shaochen stared at the scooter, with interesting images of it rubbing against the smooth floor in his mind.

Mark is a foreign teacher. His main job is to speak foreign languages ​​with children who have not yet entered elementary school.Because of his standard English pronunciation, white ancestry, and ability to speak a little Chinese, he is very popular with parents in the community.There is a popular joke here: A parent asked if a 4-year-old child has a vocabulary of 1500.Another parent replied that it is enough in the United States but not in Haidian.

Li Shaochen was also Mark's English-speaking partner. Mark understands the plight of these Chinese children very well, but he only sympathizes with them.He shrugged and waved goodbye, "Relax. God bless you."

"Bye."

Wen Yashu walked out carrying two plastic bags. Li Shaochen thoughtfully went to help, but his mother refused. "It's not heavy, I can carry it."

The mother and son entered the elevator and went up to the 12th floor and returned home.The Li family is a small three-bedroom apartment, decorated in a very stylish way.Wen Yashu changed into slippers, went straight to the kitchen, and put on an apron.Cut the watermelon and wash the apples.

Li Shaochen sat down on the gray sofa, picked up the iPad from the coffee table, and asked timidly: "Mom, can I play a game?"

Wen Yashu came out with the fruit plate and said earnestly: "After eating the fruit, we will do a set of simulation questions. In a few days, the preliminary results of the morning training class will be announced, and then there will be the preliminary test. We must enter the camp. Strive for excellence. You have to be well prepared."

The so-called early training is Liu Xiaoqiang’s experimental project for cultivating extraordinary children, mainly for primary school children around 10 years old.As long as you enter the camp, you can enter the main or branch campus of the National People's Congress.If you have excellent grades, you can skip a grade and enter junior high school directly.

"Early training?" What a resentful early training!Li Shaochen put down his beloved IPAD, picked up a piece of watermelon, and bit into it viciously, as if the watermelon was an endless stream of exam papers and tests.

Wen Yashu flashed into the kitchen, and the concerto of cutting boards and knives began, and soon the aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of vegetables wafted out.

(End of this chapter)