who called him an onion essence

Yang Cong played like crazy for two or three months, and finally, he reluctantly ushered in the start of school.

Early in the morning, there were people coming and going in front of the school. Many parents sent their children in, but they were still unwilling to leave and stayed there all the time.The car was parked in two or three rows. If it weren't for the sidewalks on both sides, it would have been blocked all day long.Many children, like Yang Cong, are just about to enter the first grade. The only difference is that most of them are still nostalgic for kindergarten life, have a natural fear of elementary school, and some even start crying after a while.

Yang Sheng thought it was nothing at first, but when he saw this scene, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Yang Cong, and then met a pair of ignorant eyes. "Not afraid?" There was a faint smile on his lips.

Yang Cong, who was mentally stronger than when he just became a human, blinked, and replied honestly: "I'm not afraid." From this point of view, those silly children are nothing to be afraid of, and the teachers who teach them should not be too powerful go.

"Woo...I want to go home!" A child tugged at his mother's clothes and cried hoarsely.The small schoolbag slipped from his shoulders, but he didn't care, he just hugged the adults tightly.This scene is not uncommon, so people who passed by took a few glances and looked away without any surprise on their faces.A few senior children laughed and whispered, wondering if they were reminding themselves of what they were like before, or they were laughing at the younger children as trouble.

Of course, Yang Cong belonged to the latter, but he didn't dare to make it too obvious.When he was about to enter the door, he stretched out his hand to hold Yang Sheng's hand, and was very nostalgic for the warm touch of this big hand: "Can I go home at night?"

Yang Sheng thought he was pretending to be strong just now, but now he was really scared, even his voice was trembling, so he lowered his voice: "No need at night, I will pick you up in the afternoon." After taking care of the child for a long time, Yang Sheng's personality has also changed Many, at least know how to coax people, unlike before with the same cold face all day long.

"Don't forget." Yang Cong raised his head and stared into his eyes seriously.

"it is good."

It wasn't until the child's figure disappeared from sight that Yang Sheng heaved a long sigh of relief. After staying for a while, he rushed back to open the shop.The day before yesterday, I finally recruited a good-looking clerk, but he didn't come here as a group performer to apply for the job. He hasn't officially started work for a while, and he has to be taught by Yang Sheng.

It's a pity that no suitable apprentice has been found. It is a matter of inheriting the craftsmanship and cannot be taken lightly.

Leaving Yang Sheng's side, Yang Cong looked around at the noisy crowd, sneaked in, and found his classroom smoothly.Previously, Yang Sheng brought him to register and asked him to remember the location. Now Yang Cong not only found the location, but also spared no effort to help arrange the tables and chairs, which left a good impression on the head teacher.

On the contrary, Yang Cong's temporary deskmate was a delicate little girl. Although her parents hadn't left outside the classroom, she was scared, and her tears fell like broken beads.

Seeing her crying so hard, Yang Cong, who was resting, felt bored in his heart, so he couldn't help saying, "Don't cry."

The little girl suddenly heard someone talking next to her, she turned to look at him with tears in her eyes, her crying stopped: "You, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? The teacher doesn't eat people." Yang Cong curled his lips. Back then he was almost eaten as an onion, but it didn't matter.

There was a peer next to her who was as immovable as a mountain in the new environment. The little girl's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and she gradually became unafraid. She sucked her nose to wipe away her tears, and sat up straight like Yang Cong.

Seeing this, the teacher in charge had a much better impression of Yang Cong.

But Yang Cong didn't take this episode to heart, yawned, and lay down on the table bored.

When class time came, the classroom finally became a little quieter. Yang Cong tried his best to cheer up and listened to the class teacher explain some knowledge he already understood.In fact, Yang Sheng also knew that he was smart, and asking him to study was not only to cover up his identity, but more importantly, he wanted to find some new friends for him, so that he would not stay at home all day and get moldy.But Yang Cong has his own little Jiujiu, so he decided to spend some time inquiring about the situation, to see if there is any way to shorten the time in school as much as possible.

The teachers of various subjects quickly noticed this new student, because most of the students in the class could not concentrate, only Yang Cong was very serious from the beginning to the end, and he was still taking notes in the book, not at all like a child who just entered school.For some reason, the homeroom teacher was even more surprised when he knew that Yang Cong had never been to kindergarten, but went directly to elementary school from the countryside.

Soon, even the other students in the class also noticed that there was a different existence. During recess, some curious boys gathered around and said that they wanted to be friends with Yang Cong.Yang Cong was reluctant to deal with these immature children, but in order to look good on the bright side, he still smiled face-to-face, and didn't clearly agree, just fooling around.But he was good-looking, even if some children felt that he was deliberately pretending to attract the teacher's attention, they were attracted by his smile, and soon ran over shyly to join in the fun.For a moment, Yang Cong's seat became the noisiest place in the class.

"It's time for class." Yang Cong was very annoyed, and seeing the red circles under the eyes of the tablemate, he was afraid that she would cry later, so he hurriedly called the group of children to stop.As soon as the words were finished, the class bell really rang, and the children dispersed in a swarm. It seemed that the fear of the teacher had not been eliminated.Only the little girl at the same table secretly glanced at Yang Cong, thinking to himself: He looks like his brother!Amazing!

It's just that she didn't know that although Yang Cong said he was seven years old, he was actually younger than them all, and much younger...

Most of the day passed quickly amidst the noise, and nothing major happened in the middle, except that Yang Cong was forced to become the squad leader, everything was fine.Thinking that Yang Sheng might be happy, Yang Cong bit the bullet and took over the task, but in his heart he wanted to take off the so-called "squad leader" hat.

The sun was shining in the afternoon, and a group of children ran out of the corridor excitedly after hearing the bell for the end of get out of class. When they saw their parents, they even forgot their homework.As for Yang Cong sitting in the classroom, he didn't spend much time finishing his homework, and even took out the candy Yang Sheng put in his schoolbag and ate one when he had time.There wasn't much candy left, and almost all of them were eaten by those bluffing kids. Yang Cong counted them regretfully, but fortunately, Yang Sheng was able to buy them for him.There is a clock hanging on the wall of the classroom, and it will take a while for Yang Sheng to come. Yang Cong is bored with a lollipop in his mouth, and scribbles strange patterns on the paper with the pen in his hand.

"Aren't you going home?" The deskmate looked at him curiously.

"My uncle hasn't come yet." Yang Cong didn't turn his head.

The deskmate didn't speak any more, but was attracted by the elder brother standing outside the door, and ran over with a smile: "Brother!" That was also a child, probably in the third or fourth grade, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Yang Cong was in a daze at first, but suddenly felt the table tremble, looked over suspiciously, only to find that it was the elder brother whom the tablemate said was standing in front of him: "What are you doing?" He was very impatient.

The little boy blushed and slapped the table again angrily: "You, you are not allowed to talk to my sister!"

"Oh." Yang Cong responded casually, feeling that the seniors were so naive, and felt even more disdainful.

The little boy thought that he looked down on him, and became even angrier. He just cared about the bewildered younger sister beside him, and didn't dare to shout: "Remember me!"

Yang Cong ignored him, only seeing the tall man outside the door, grabbed his schoolbag and ran out past the little boy: "Uncle!"

As soon as Yang Sheng came here, he witnessed a scene of "higher grades bullying lower grades". He was hesitating whether to make a sound, but Yang Cong came by himself, and he hugged him: "What's wrong?"

Knowing that he was asking about the little boy, Yang Cong showed a harmless smile, and said innocently and cutely: "He wants to play with me!" After speaking, he deliberately glanced at the angry little boy not far away.

The little boy who felt that he had lost face in front of his sister wanted to beat him up: "...Hmph!"

Only then did Yang Cong's deskmate come to his senses, hold his brother's hand, and leave with some fear.

"Okay." Yang Sheng felt that his child was not telling the truth, but it didn't look serious, so he pretended not to know, "Go home."

"Hmm!" Yang Cong finally had his first real smile of the day.

Yang Sheng's motorcycle was parked outside the school gate, it was only used by him when he traveled far away, and it was usually left in the stairwell downstairs to eat ashes.In order to pick up Yang Cong, he washed the car on purpose.There was also a small light blue helmet hanging on the car, which was specially bought for Yang Cong.

Yang Cong didn't dislike it either, and sat in front of him wearing a helmet with a smile on his face, with Yang Sheng's arms behind him.

After returning home, Yang Sheng got into the kitchen to work, and Yang Cong slumped on the sofa listening to the English tape he just bought, his mind was full of jumping letters.There was a plate of oranges on the coffee table, which smelled delicious. After listening to the tape, Yang Cong got up and peeled the oranges while reading.Soon, there were a few peeled oranges left on the plate, and the petals were separated, like blooming flowers.The orange peels were not thrown around, and Yang Cong put them away, because Yang Sheng said that they could be used as pillows after they were dried.

When Yang Sheng came out, what caught his eyes was a small hand holding an orange. "It's so sweet." He leaned over and ate the orange in Yang Cong's palm, "It hurts my hand to peel it, so let me do it later."

Yang Cong licked the orange juice on his hand, shook his head, and pretended not to hear him.

Yang Sheng had nothing to do with him, so he changed the subject and asked how Yang Cong was doing at school all day.Yang Cong told him that the little feet were still shaking with the change of tone when he spoke.

"Hey, it's good to be the class monitor. Have you shared all the candy with your classmates?" Yang Sheng checked his schoolbag and took out the crumpled homework book.

Yang Cong leaned his little head against his: "Well, I won't give it next time. They are so greedy." Speaking of this, he snorted unhappily.

Ignoring his child's sudden temper, Yang Sheng packed up the remaining half bag of candies: "There will be no next time, you must have eaten a lot by stealing."

Yang Cong stuck out his tongue and held Yang Sheng's arm, watching him start to check his homework.

"All right."

After a while, Yang Sheng closed his notebook, not only surprised, but also obviously proud.My little onion is really smart, not only adapting well, but also behaving better than the average first-grade children.

Yang Cong didn't seem to like his tone very much, his cheeks puffed up: "Of course it's true! I'm so smart!"

Yang Sheng laughed, this kid is getting bolder, but that's okay, he's so cute.

"Uncle, I think...the people in the class are so stupid." After sitting quietly for a while, Yang Cong suddenly spoke.

"It's your cleverness."

"They're just stupid!"

"..."

Seeing that Yang Sheng didn't like his expression, Yang Cong stopped talking again and frowned.

How can I avoid those naive ghosts?

Is it really necessary to study for six years?

too painful.

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