Chapter 279

"Because Chenchen said that you are an older child when you go to school. Only older children can help adults.

I want to be the big kid and help living moms take care of younger siblings.Feed them, give them water, play with them. "

Mo Xiaoyao's twelve fingers rubbed the pages of the book in his hands, and he seemed a little nervous when he said this.

But after hearing her words, Teacher Mao was stunned at first, and then his eyes turned red. Then Mo Xiaoyao was held in her arms and she said in a slightly nasal voice:
"Little Zhanmo is really sensible. Don't worry, little Zhanmo will grow up. Now I stay with the teacher in the kindergarten for another year, and the teacher is reluctant to let Zhanmo grow up so early."

As an old monster who has lived six lifetimes, Mo Xiaoyao can understand the pity in this teacher's words.But this is completely contrary to her expectations, isn't it?

Shouldn't the teacher be very moved and at the same time be surprised to find that she has such a mature thought?Shouldn't we be surprised that a five-year-old child can read ten books in just half an hour, and then ask her what is written in these books?

And after she answered one by one, was she surprised by her high IQ, so she reported her special situation to the superior?

Why is this the case now?Why was she led by the teacher to continue to return to a group of children, and continued to work as an artist on white paper with crayons?
Mo Xiaoyao held the bright yellow crayon in her hand, feeling that her mental breakdown was getting worse:

She looked at Teacher Mao with a face full of maternal love with infinite joy, but in her heart, there were tens of thousands of alpacas running past, and each of them would growl when they passed by: "I really don't have the talent for painting." ah!!"

Even so, the dedicated Mo Xiaoyao decided to draw a masterpiece that shocked the jaws of the teachers, so she ran back to the window under the surprised expression of Teacher Mao again, and took out a book from several books. This is a story book about Thumbelina.

Then he ran back to the children who were painting, turned the page of the book to the field of autumn wheat ears, and began to draw the harvest field on the white paper like a cat and a tiger.

Teacher Mao was also a little surprised at this time, Zhan Mo is really a clever kid.

It's just that this little surprise didn't last long.

What really made her think that the little girl Zhanmo might be a child with a high IQ was that Mo Xiaoyao gathered all the fields, Thumbelina, and flying birds on a picture, and then wrote a few words crookedly on it: "Phoenix Yu Fei".

"Xiao Mo, where did you learn these words?"

"The volunteer brother taught me."

For this question, Mo Xiaoyao had already thought of the answer. Anyway, Teacher Mao would not have direct contact with the volunteers. She was a lecturer, not a life teacher.

Most of the volunteers came on weekends, and the teachers were usually not at the orphanage during that time. So in Teacher Mao's absence, she met several talented volunteer brothers. Isn't it normal?
On her side, she was blinking and talking nonsense, but Teacher Mao had already included Mo Xiaoyao in the focus of training.She hugged Mo Xiaoyao on her lap with a smile, and asked:
"Is Zhan Mo serious about going to school, or does he just want to have a look?"

"Zimer is serious."

Hearing Teacher Mao's question, Mo Xiaoyao finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the cuteness this morning was not in vain, and she finally achieved her goal with her own strength.

(End of this chapter)

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