He was worried that his classmates would ask him, "Fu Muzhi, why aren't you saying anything?"
He was even more worried that someone would laugh at him, saying, "Fu Muzhi, so you're a little mute?"
But there was nothing.
Amidst the chaotic applause, he wrote his self-introduction on the blackboard and, following Ye Xiaoli's instructions, drew a big smiley face.
When Xiao Bao turned around, he was met with countless eyes that were filled with amazement, envy, and starry-eyed wonder.
"Fu Muzhi, you're amazing! You can already write so many characters?"
"Fu Muzhi, I also love building Lego. Let's do it together this weekend!"
“Fu Muzhi, …”
Even after he bowed and returned to his seat, no one asked him, "Fu Muzhi, why aren't you saying anything?"
It's like whether or not to speak is just an option.
It's simply a matter of whether he says it or not.
I didn't attend any classes all day; I just followed the schedule and met with each of the teachers.
Then, the homeroom teacher took me around to familiarize myself with the entire campus.
I know which side of the classroom the restroom is on.
I know which direction the restaurant is in.
They also know to follow the rules in class and to line up in the corridor after school.
They are filled with boundless anticipation for their new life as primary school students.
I also felt endless joy at the friendliness of my classmates.
As the school day ended and everyone jostled and made noise, Xiao Bao tripped over someone and was helped up again. He patted his reddened knees.
When he got up again, he saw the chubby little boy who had accidentally tripped him looking nervous. "Fu Muzhi, can you not tell your mother?"
? ? ?
Xiao Bao was taken aback.
The little girl beside him, who had just lifted his braided pigtails, started making faces. "Jin Zhuangzhuang, you're doomed! Fu Muzhi's mom definitely won't grant your wish!"
"Fu Muzhi, I really didn't mean to. Fu Muzhi, I promise I'll be careful when I walk from now on. Please don't tell your mother, okay? Please, please..."
The chubby boy, who was taller and stronger than him, clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly.
Her chubby cheeks jiggled with each movement.
It's indescribably funny.
Xiao Bao blinked, looking utterly bewildered.
The chubby boy understood: "Your mom said in the parents' group that if we are friendly and united and behave well, she will ask Santa Claus to grant each of us one wish at Christmas."
The little girl with braided pigtails nodded. "Your mom also gave each of us a big gift bag for elementary school students. Fu Muzhi, didn't you get one?"
A gift package for elementary school students?
Thinking of the huge gift box in his room, Xiao Bao paused for a moment, then ran out.
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