Jiang Wanwan's life interest is to start from being a poor student.
His father was a top student, his mother was a top student, and his grandparents and maternal grandparents were all remarkable people. Only he resembled his uncle.
"Oh, what a worry."
A sigh came from Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Yingchi asked him what was wrong, and Jiang Wanwan replied in a nonchalant tone, "Dad, the teacher said, 'Isn't it a pleasure to learn and practice what you have learned?' But I don't feel any pleasure at all."
Jiang Yingchi: "What does that mean?"
Jiang Wanwan: "This means the baby is already unhappy."
Jiang Yingchi: "What does it take to be happy?"
Jiang Wanwan: "Actually, baby's happiness is very simple. Daddy, please assign less homework next time, and baby will definitely be very happy."
Jiang Yingchi: "Okay, continue copying the 26 letters of the English alphabet ten times."
Emaru Maru: "..."
Hmph, I hate Daddy for a minute, no, this time I'll add a minute.
Hmph hmph hmph.
Jiang Wanwan was heartbroken, but he loved and admired his father so much because he wanted to become as great as his father so that he could turn around and say to his father: "You, go and copy the 26 letters of the alphabet ten times!"
...
The weather isn't very good today.
Jiang Wanwan came out with his schoolbag on his back. He was usually independent and rarely asked for hugs, but he went straight to Jiang Yingchi's legs and stretched out his hands, asking for a hug: "Daddy, hug baby."
Jiang Yingchi initially ignored him: "Go by yourself."
Jiang Wanwan struggled a second time, still stretching out her two little hands: "Daddy, I want a hug."
Jiang Yingchi looked down at him.
Seeing the little guy's almost-crying expression, Jiang Yingchi paused for two seconds, then bent down and picked up the little guy who looked aggrieved and about to cry.
Once in her father's arms, Jiang Wanwan finally couldn't hold back anymore. She buried her face in her father's chest and burst into tears. Her shoulders trembled as she cried, and her sobs were heartbreaking to hear.
Jiang Yingchi frowned and asked him, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Little Jiang Wanwan just cried, and cried very sadly, without saying anything.
Jiang Yingchi lost her patience, but her son was crying so hard, which was unusual for her. Jiang Yingchi still patiently carried him out of the kindergarten and then left the little guy in the car.
Close the car door and let the driver start the car.
Then, Jiang Wanwan moved closer and snuggled into Jiang Yingchi's arms, rubbing her snot and tears all over Jiang Yingchi's business suit. Jiang Yingchi frowned and pushed her away in disgust, but he didn't use much force: "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't just cry. Crying won't solve any problems. Have you forgotten what I taught you?"
Jiang Wanwan's voice choked with emotion, her lower lip drooping slightly, and her doe-like eyes filled with tears: "Daddy."
"Um."
"Daddy, baby's little turtle lost the race."
"If you lose, you lose. You have to be able to accept defeat. What's the point of crying?"
"But, but baby is really sad. Baby is not a little turtle anymore. Baby is not a little turtle anymore."
Jiang Wanwan pitifully repeated that sentence twice, becoming more and more aggrieved with each repetition, her lips constantly twitching, and she looked like she was about to cry again.
As a result, his chin was lifted by a large palm, and his wet eyes met his father's stern eyes.
Then, Jiang Yingchi said, "If you win, you should win gracefully; if you lose, you should lose gracefully. Since you lost, it means you were not as skilled as others. Also, why did you choose to be a little turtle?"
Jiang Wanwan: "That's right, that's right, the little turtle is cute, Daddy, don't you know?"
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