"Xiao Rui, on your first day of kindergarten, Mommy told you that if you want to play with everyone and make friends, what should you do?"
"Shouldn't we treat our classmates kindly? We shouldn't hit or push them."
Mo Youyou said a lot, trying to communicate with Liu Shengrui, but she didn't get any feedback from him. Helpless, she ended up talking to Liu Shengrui.
Whether you ask questions or try to reason with him, Liu Shengrui still seems absent-minded.
"Liu Shengrui, did you understand what your mother said?"
Mo Youyou was getting a little anxious. This feeling of "talking to a brick wall" was like punching a cotton ball, which was too easy to break down and make her irritable.
"Liu Shengrui!"
Liu Shengrui pouted and clasped his hands together; no one knew what he was thinking.
As for whether or not he understood what his mother said...
His blank stare said it all.
All that could be seen was Mo Youyou's mouth opening and closing, talking incessantly, while Liu Shengrui couldn't even stand properly, his attention clearly unfocused.
Mo Youyou: "..."
I'm so tired.
She couldn't just beat the child directly—
No, Mo Youyou, who has never advocated corporal punishment, actually had the urge to hit him several times, but she was pulled back by reason because she doubted that even if she hit Liu Shengrui, he might not be any better than he is now.
"Xiao Rui, I'm begging you, please be good and behave well in kindergarten, okay?" Mo Youyou said, wishing she could go to school in her son's place.
Liu Shengrui looked at Mo Youyou, then at the toys.
So annoying!
Why is Mom so nagging?
He really wants to play with toys. We've been talking about this for ages. What's there to say?
"Hmm..." Liu Shengrui fidgeted with his fingers, his posture becoming crooked. He pretended to be obedient, trying to get away with it, "I won't hit anyone, I won't hit anyone anymore."
Mo Youyou said so much, but Liu Shengrui only grasped a few key words. He didn't quite understand them, but he always knew that the adults didn't like him hitting people.
So, when he used to bully Xiaomi, he knew to do it behind the adults' backs.
The same is true now.
"I'm not playing anymore," Liu Shengrui kept saying.
"Phew—" Mo Youyou let out a long breath, and the heavy weight in her heart finally eased a little.
They finally spoke up!
God knows how unpleasant it is to be around a taciturn person, especially when you can't do anything about them and have no way to deal with them.
"Xiao Rui is such a good boy. Mom knows he's a good kid. You have to keep your word, okay? Don't fight with your classmates anymore," Mo Youyou instructed, feeling very pleased.
Liu Shengrui didn't care about anything else and nodded with a smile.
Hurry up and finish this, he still wants to play with his toys!
The next day, when he arrived at the kindergarten, Liu Shengrui was back to how he was when he first arrived. He spoke to his classmates much more normally and no longer threw tantrums when things didn't go his way.
The situation improved slightly, which made Yan Shiling and her classmates relax their vigilance again.
It seems that the pushing incident a few days ago was just an accident.
Liu Shengrui is a very good student at heart.
But old habits die hard.
What's more, it's just a child who's not even three years old?
He can pretend for a few days, but it's impossible for him to keep pretending forever; his true nature will be revealed sooner or later.
That day, I was in a craft class.
Kindergarten craft classes don't teach anything too difficult. They usually involve folding small paper things like the cardinal directions, boats, and airplanes. Children are also not allowed to touch scissors or craft knives, which could pose a danger.
"How about Teacher Yan teaches you how to fold paper airplanes today?" Yan Shiling held up a stack of paper and asked the students to distribute it to everyone.
"Niu Yingli, give each student two sheets of paper," Teacher Yan said.
"Okay!" Niu Yingli stood up, took the paper from the teacher, and distributed the paper to each student in their assigned seats.
After all the students received their papers, Yan Shiling began to teach them how to fold paper airplanes.
"Students, please study hard! After you've folded your paper airplanes, we'll have a little competition to see whose paper airplane can fly the farthest!"
Folding paper airplanes alone wasn't enough to attract the students; they got really excited when they heard there would be a competition.
Everyone hopes that their folded paper airplane can fly the farthest, which means they are the best.
“Teacher!” Niu Yingli raised her hand.
"What's wrong?" Yan Shiling asked.
"Teacher Yan, will the student whose paper airplane flies the farthest get a reward? Can they get a little red flower?" Niu Yingli asked earnestly.
On the blackboard at the back of the classroom, there is a small red flower list.
In addition to the best student being selected each week who receives a red flower, students who perform well in class or achieve rankings in competitions also have the opportunity to receive a red flower.
The students all agreed that the student with the most red flowers was the best student in the Sun Class.
"Of course, the top three students will all get a little red flower!" Yan Shiling coaxed the children.
"Very good!"
Immediately, the students' enthusiasm increased.
Liu Shengrui was also secretly working hard. He wanted to get the little red flower, because he was a transfer student and joined the little red flower list later, so he didn't have a single little red flower yet, and he was very envious.
"Class, look at how Teacher Yan folds the paper. Let's fold this piece of paper in half first. Remember to press the crease firmly. The firmer it is, the better it will be for the next step."
Every time Yan Shiling teaches a step, she stops to check how well the students are doing and will call out and praise the students who do well, which makes everyone more enthusiastic.
"Then unfold the paper, and fold this end down along the crease you just made..."
Paper airplanes are not difficult to make. Some students had even been taught how to fold paper airplanes by their parents at home. In addition, Yan Shiling taught them very slowly and carefully, so each student folded their own paper airplane.
However, the quality of the paper airplanes varies from person to person.
"Come on, everyone, stand at the back of the classroom now. Let's take turns flying our paper airplanes, okay?" Yan Shiling hosted the competition.
The students stood in a row, each holding a paper airplane, putting all their effort into achieving a top-three ranking and earning a precious little red flower.
"Come on, fly one by one. Don't rush, everyone. Be orderly so the teacher can tell who flew the furthest plane," Yan Shiling reminded everyone.
"Niu Yingli, you're the first one to fly."
Niu Yingli held her airplane, breathed on the nose of the plane, and muttered to herself.
"Fly farther, you really need to fly farther, haha—"
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