Chapter 38 Everyone has their own troubles, and kindergarten children are no exception...

An Fusheng put the notebook away and continued tidying up.

He didn't dare to rummage through things last time, but this time he carefully sorted through the drawers and actually found the original owner's ID card and bank cards. Come to think of it, since the original owner lived here, all his belongings must be here.

It's quite sad that someone has so little of their belongings. An Fusheng even brought along the original owner's several thick books full of text, but in the end, he only managed to pack a suitcase and a bundle of blankets.

An Fusheng carefully placed the original owner's bank card and ID card into a bag in the compartment of the suitcase.

He'll need his ID card later, and he also needs to check if there's money in his bank card. Based on the original owner's few notes in his diary, he probably came here to work to buy a cochlear implant for Fourteen. If there's money in the card, he'll give it to Wen Min so she can buy the cochlear implant for Fourteen.

After packing all his things, An Fusheng, pulling his suitcase with one hand and holding a tightly rolled-up quilt with the other, said goodbye to He Zhi, "Boss He, I'm leaving, thank you."

He Zhi finally looked up from his food and asked, "How are you getting back?"

“I’ll take the bus back,” An Fusheng said.

"How are you going to take the bus like this?" He Zhi frowned.

"Huh? Don't you allow large luggage on city buses?" An Fusheng found it unbelievable.

City buses do carry a lot of people, but it's really inhumane not to allow large luggage on board.

Not only did the delicious food improve her mood, but it also made her more patient. She said, "The bus doesn't forbid you from bringing things, it's just inconvenient for you to do it this way."

"That's good." An Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief. He was quite strong now, and carrying these things onto the bus was no problem. "I can do it."

He not only took off his disposable gloves and tidied up the leftover pickled plum and duck offal, but also said, "I'll drive you there."

An Fusheng felt bad about troubling others, so he quickly said, "No need, no need, don't bother me."

He was too lazy to talk to him anymore. He picked up the car keys from his desk, took the blanket from An Fusheng's hand, and said, "We're going to run some errands on the way. Let's go."

"Okay, thank you, boss." An Fusheng felt more at ease if it was on the way.

It wasn't rush hour, so the traffic was smooth, and the car was moving very fast. It took less than half an hour to stop in front of the welfare home.

In less than half an hour, He Zhi’s phone rang three times, and as soon as the car stopped, He Zhi answered the phone again.

An Fusheng knew that many people minded being overheard on the phone, so he quickly got out of the car and went to the trunk to get his luggage.

After getting his luggage, He Zhi was still on the phone. An Fusheng stood outside the car waiting for He Zhi to finish his call, feeling a pang of guilt. "Is he so busy because I resigned? But even if I didn't resign, I couldn't help him."

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" He Zhi asked, rolling down the car window after hanging up the phone and seeing An Fusheng muttering to himself outside.

"It's nothing, thank you for bringing me back today." An Fusheng bowed very formally.

More than that: "..."

As He Zhi's car drove further and further away, An Fusheng suddenly remembered something: "Boss He still owes me a hundred yuan!"

Three minutes later, An Fusheng dragged his suitcase into the orphanage with a conflicted expression, his mind racing with internal struggles:

Da Fangfu: "He drove me back to the orphanage, so I guess that's considered payment."

Stingy Fu: "But if you take the bus, it only costs two yuan..."

Da Fangfu: "But how can a bus compare to a private car? Private cars are more comfortable and must be more expensive, right?"

Stingy Fu: "But it's not like I necessarily need to ride in an expensive private car..."

Da Fangfu: "Forget it, we've already taken the car and the person has left. Besides, wasn't it all thanks to their kindness?"

Stingy Fu: "But that's a hundred yuan!"

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At the same time, Wen Xinglin was also in a state of extreme inner conflict.

Wen Xinglin gripped his knees with both hands, occasionally stealing glances at the math teacher on the podium, who was flipping through unit test papers one by one.

That test paper was the official test paper for the first unit. The teacher handed it out yesterday and asked everyone to take it home, correct the wrong questions, and have their parents sign it. This morning, the class representative collected them and gave them to the teacher for checking.

Wen Xinglin got An Fusheng's signature first, and then went to correct the wrong questions. He still couldn't do the questions he got wrong, and he was afraid that if he corrected them but still got them wrong, his older brother would laugh at him. But now he was also worried that if he corrected them but still got them wrong, the math teacher would contact his parents.

But since his older brother didn't have a phone, the teacher probably couldn't find him, Wen Xinglin comforted himself.

He had no idea that the teacher could not find An Fusheng, but could find Lou Lan or even Wen Min.

"Wen Xinglin."

The math teacher suddenly called out a name, which startled Wen Xinglin greatly.

Wen Xinglin stood up abruptly from his seat. "Teacher... Teacher."

The math teacher, with a calm expression, said, "Come up and get your test paper."

Wen Xinglin then realized that the math teacher had only glanced at the papers to see if everyone had corrected them, without really checking whether everyone's corrections were correct. He tried to calm his wildly beating heart, lowered his head slightly, and walked to the podium to retrieve his paper.

After handing out the papers, the math teacher picked up a piece of chalk, stood in the center of the podium, cleared his throat, and said, "Alright, everyone, please be quiet."

The quiet discussion in the classroom instantly fell silent.

"Some students did very well on this unit test, while others did not do so well. However, I hope that those who did well will not be arrogant, and those who did not do well will not be discouraged."

The math teacher paused for a moment, then continued, "This test was one I created myself; it wasn't a formal exam. I just wanted to use this first unit test to see how well everyone was adapting to second-grade math. Some of you might not have adapted quite yet, but that's okay. I'll adjust the teaching pace based on everyone's overall progress. We should all try our best to keep up, and together we'll adjust our learning pace and move forward step by step, striving for a good result on the next formal exam, okay?"

"Okay!" the students shouted in unison.

"Okay, now let's explain the questions. Let's start with the first question..."

Wen Xinglin's wildly beating heart finally calmed down. He turned to the first page of the test paper, looked up, and listened attentively to the teacher's explanation of the questions...

Bai Mangmang's situation wasn't so optimistic. She was being punished by the teacher for standing in the corner because the bell rang while she was still fooling around with her deskmate.

Bai Mangmang and her deskmate Lin Suihuan have been deskmates since the third grade. Their English grades are about the same, and they are often kept after school by the teacher together. They had originally built a solid friendship, but these past few days, Bai Mangmang has been bringing delicious snacks every day and being stingy, only sharing a little with Lin Suihuan. Today, Lin Suihuan couldn't resist and grabbed some. The two were so engrossed in their tug-of-war that they didn't even notice the bell ringing for class.

The English teacher was notoriously strict, especially towards the two girls, so it was expected that they would be punished by standing in the corner.

Bai Mangmang stood calmly, but the English teacher was furious.

The English teacher is Bai Mangmang's homeroom teacher. Knowing that Bai Mangmang is a child from an orphanage, she pays close attention to her studies. Since Bai Mangmang's English is not good, she tutors her every day after school.

Bai Mangmang got the lowest score in the class in English this time. She specifically asked Bai Mangmang to take the test paper back to her parents for their signature. Her parents did sign it, but they didn't ask her to check on her child's studies. Just because they're not her biological parents, does that mean they don't care about their child's studies?

The English teacher was furious about this and felt it was necessary to make a home visit and have a proper conversation with Bai Mangmang's parents.

What angered her even more was that Bai Mangmang, despite her poor English grades, spent her days laughing and joking with her deskmate, showing no sense of urgency whatsoever.

Fourth grade is a crucial time. If you don't do well in fourth grade, it will be very difficult to do well in fifth and sixth grade. If you don't do well in fifth and sixth grade, you won't be able to get into a good junior high school. If you can't get into a good junior high school, how can you get into a good high school? If you can't get into a good high school, you can't get into a good university. Children in welfare homes will leave when they grow up. Without relatives and without any skills, how can a girl survive on her own?

The English teacher said with exasperation, "Stand and listen! Don't sit down until you understand!"

Alright, I'm going to have to stand for the whole class now. Bai Mangmang complained inwardly, but said very obediently, "Okay, teacher."

...

Regardless of age, everyone has their own worries, and kindergarten children are no exception.

"Why did you bring this little rabbit to kindergarten again today?" Wen Xingmou asked Lin Wuyang. "Have you decided to bring it to kindergarten from now on?"

Wen Xingmou had been asking this question all morning, but Lin Wuyang hadn't given her an answer.

"Can I play with your rabbit for a bit? I can share my cat ears with you after school. My brother made some cat ears today that are so fragrant and crispy, they're delicious."

Wen Xingmou's schoolbag was placed on the top shelf by the teacher. She was too short to reach it, so the teacher would give it to her after school.

Lin Wuyang blinked his big, dark eyes and stared quietly at Wen Xingmou, unmoved.

Wen Xingmou sighed helplessly, resting her chin on her hands. "Lin Wuyang, you're too stingy. I'll give you the cat ears after school, but can I play with your little bunny for a bit?"

An Shisi was also a bit annoyed today because Fang Wangxi kept asking him questions, which really slowed down his eating.

Are cat ears really cat ears?

During afternoon tea time, Fang Wangxi followed closely behind An Shisi in line to get red bean porridge, and kept asking questions.

An Shisi returned to his seat after serving the porridge, and Fang Wangxi followed him back, also carrying the porridge, and sat down next to him.

Yesterday, An Shisi resolved to become the most capable person in the family. Today, he worked extremely hard at kindergarten and had no time to pay attention to Fang Wangxi.

An Shisi sat down with his bowl in his arms and started shoveling food into his mouth with big spoons. He was determined to win back the little red flower for being the first to eat today.

Fang Wangxi, taking advantage of An Shisi's moment of rest from eating, asked urgently, "Are cat ears really cat ears?"

“Yes.” An Shisi replied briefly before continuing to eat.

Fang Wangxi didn't even glance at the porridge in her bowl, but turned her head and leaned closer to An Shisi, "Why are we eating cat ears? Doesn't it hurt the cat?"

An Shisi quickly finished the porridge in his bowl before lifting his head out of the bowl. "I told you it's not cat ears, it's cat ears made by my older brother."

Fang Wangxi was anxious. "Are you sure? What if it is? Otherwise, why would it be called cat ears?"

"Then come to my house and see, Afu's ears are perfectly fine."

"What about the other cats?"

There are no other cats.

Fang Wangxi was still not entirely at ease.

"Fang Wangxi, stop talking. An Shisi has finished eating, and you haven't even started yet. You're going to be last," the teacher said from the side.

Fang Wangxi glanced at the teacher, then, preoccupied, scooped up a spoonful of red bean porridge and put it in his mouth.

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Author's note: I've received a lot of nutrient solutions lately, thank you everyone for the nutrient solutions.