Yuan Zhuan's application to skip a grade was approved quickly, and Yang Ailan even came over to inquire about the situation.

As a new week began, Yuan Zhuan sat in the classroom of Class 2, Grade 6.

As Su Hao walked into the classroom while munching on a steamed bun, he noticed a girl sitting next to him. From behind, she looked somewhat familiar.

Who's that? His spot is in the corner of the second-to-last row, a place where the students on duty usually put their things away. Could it be that someone needs to see him, so they're sitting here waiting for him?

Su Hao's gaze fell on the math textbook on the girl's desk, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Huh? It's you?" The girl turned around as she walked to her seat, and Su Hao exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you a third-year student?"

Yuan Zhuan left a deep impression on Su Hao because it was the first time Tu Du had asked a girl to pass on a message to him, and the fright he experienced outside the principal's office was enough to make him remember Yuan Zhuan's face.

"Yes, we're classmates now," Yuan Zhuan said with a smile.

Su Hao: ...

bell……

The ringing of the bell silenced Su Hao's multitude of questions.

This class was taught by the homeroom teacher, so there was another round of introductions, and Yuan Zhuan once again became the focus of the class. However, the atmosphere in Class 2 was good; there was no one nitpicking, and everyone was very friendly.

The classroom of Class 5, Grade 3 was still noisy. When the bell rang, the person he expected did not appear. Wei Ding looked at the empty seat next to him in confusion. Did this person take the leave of absence and take all the books with him?

"She transferred to another class." Xiao Yue leaned over and passed on the gossip she had overheard when she went to the teacher's office to deliver her homework.

"Huh?" The four of them met up and were all dumbfounded.

"What do you mean? Transferred to which class? She's only been in class for half a month!" Wei Ding was completely bewildered. It wasn't even the midterm exams yet, so why was she being transferred to a different class?

Beiyu Elementary School has a tradition of having two exams each semester: a midterm exam and a final exam. Students who perform well in each exam can apply to transfer to another class, progressing step by step, from Class 5 to Class 4, from Class 4 to Class 3, and so on.

"Doesn't our school have a grade skipping system? They call it adapting to the development of talent and teaching according to aptitude," Qin Man interjected, flipping through her book without looking up.

What the heck?!

Wei Ding was shocked. "Where did she go?" A master of internal energy! Such a person is hard to come by, and he hadn't even established a good relationship with her yet.

Yuan Zhuan: ...

Are you trying to build a good relationship with me? Are you sure you're not trying to make enemies, or worse?

"I don't know, it should be an upper grade, but I didn't hear which grade," Xiao Yue shook her head.

Wei Ding crossed his arms, glaring angrily with nowhere to vent his frustration. He decided to ambush the person after school.

"You're not going to ambush people again after school, are you?" Han Yu saw right through him.

"What? No way?" Wei Ding, who was like a fighting rooster, was now furious, with his anger level at 100.

"Have you ever considered that maybe it's because of you that she transferred classes? Given her personality, if you keep provoking her, you might get beaten up," Han Yu analyzed rationally.

Wei Ding: ...

Qin Man looked over and gave Han Yu a thumbs up.

Yuan Zhuan was naturally unaware that Wei Ding was already furious. When get out of class ended, some classmates came over to chat with her. Chen Du was Yuan Zhuan's deskmate. The girl liked to talk, and as soon as get out of class ended, she turned around and struck up a conversation with Yuan Zhuan, "Yuan Zhuan, can I call you Zhuan Zhuan? My name is Chen Du."

The little girl had a round face and fair, rosy skin. Her gaze towards Yuan Zhuan was full of joy.

"Hello, Chen Du."

A new class, a new day. Yuan Zhuan was warmly welcomed by the children in his new class.

"Yuan Zhuan, let's have lunch together! Tu Du came back from the last class. I saw him through the window, but I didn't have time to tell him you transferred to our class. Aren't you good friends? Let's have lunch together." With one minute left before the end of get out of class, Su Hao excitedly whispered to Yuan Zhuan.

“Okay.” Yuan Zhuan nodded.

"Me too, me too," Chen Du whispered, his ears sharp.

"Okay, okay." Looking at the chubby little face, Su Hao smiled like a fool.

Unexpectedly, during the fourth period, the Chinese teacher went overtime. The short legs stretched out in the aisle rubbed against the floor impatiently, making the teacher unable to help but chuckle. She closed her lesson plan and placed it on the podium. "You guys are always so eager to learn, but you're always more impatient to eat than anyone else. Alright, alright, get out of class dismissed!"

"Wow! Time to eat!" A burst of excitement erupted in the classroom as Yuan Zhuan was pushed out the back door by Su Hao and Chen Du, experiencing the energy of the children.

"Quick, Tu Du, quick, let's run, or we won't be able to get the fried ribs!" Su Hao spotted Tu Du in the crowd, waved his hand, and pulled two girls along as they charged through the sea of ​​people.

Seeing the boisterous Su Hao, Tu Du walked over speechlessly. Tall and long-legged, he quickly reached the group.

"Hey, hey, don't rush, don't rush!" Su Hao almost fell down the stairs, but Yuan Zhuan grabbed him. Tu Du turned to the side and stood in front of Yuan Zhuan, bumping his ribs a few times, and cold sweat broke out.

Yuan Zhuan, with his sharp eyes, quickly grabbed the person and moved them to a different position. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?" He had unconsciously become somewhat angry.

Tu Du's face turned pale with pain, and he looked at Yuan Zhuan with innocent eyes, "I don't want to."

Yuan Zhuan: ...

"Hurry up and leave." His tone was harsh, but he still stepped aside to block the collision from the classmate next to him, an invisible wall of air enveloping Tu Du.

Protected by his new good friend, Tu Du's lips curled up slightly.

In Su Hao's words, he went through eighty-one tribulations and finally managed to snag a spot at the front of his beloved spare ribs window!

The most popular thing about Beiyu Primary School is its cafeteria, where the food is not only cheap but also nutritious.

It is said that the principal went to great lengths for the children's health. The homeroom teachers of each class took turns keeping an eye on the purchasing department when the food was put into storage, just in case some unscrupulous person did something bad and put in some inferior products.

The chicken, duck, fish, meat, and pork rib stalls are always packed, and the most popular item is the pan-fried pork ribs, which are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, so delicious that people will eat even the bones.

Tu Du and Yuan Zhuan, one a patient and the other a newcomer, were assigned to reserve seats, while Su Hao and Chen Du fought on the front-line windows.

Suddenly transported back to his childhood, Yuan Zhuan, with his newfound friends, finally realized he was still a child. He thought, "This kid in front of me, not so tall, maybe it would feel more real."

"How tall are you?" If it weren't for the youthful look on his face, he could easily be mistaken for a college student just by his physique.

"175 cm, net height".

Yuan Zhuan: ...What do you eat to grow taller? Hormone-treated pork hasn't been invented yet!

She's 156cm tall and almost nine years old. Among girls her age, that height is enough to make most girls look good, right? Well, it probably is for now. Anyway, in her class, her height is about the same as those twelve-year-old girls, and even taller than more than half of them.

"Oh." Yuan Zhuan looked at the food serving window, refusing to admit that he was jealous.

Tu Du looked at the little girl's suddenly angry back of the head, puzzled. "You skipped a grade?"

Aside from skipping a grade, there seems to be no other way for Yuan Zhuan to go from third grade to sixth grade.

"Yes. I'm smart enough." Yuan Zhuan boasted without changing his expression.

"Yes. Zhuanzhuan is very smart." Tu Du's thin lips curved up, his eyes sparkling with laughter, as if twinkling with starlight.

Yuan Zhuan: ...

I was praised by a kid, and I'm actually quite happy about it.

Cough cough...

"I'll go help carry the food, don't come." Seeing that the hardworking team members were about to return with a full load, Guan Qizhuan awkwardly got up and went to help carry the plates.