Song Nan's physical examination was neither secretive nor non-secret, but apart from Song's father, Song's mother and Song Song, Song Nan had never seen anyone else come, so she was very surprised by George's appearance.
"Don't you like singing?" Song Song walked up and ruffled Song Nan's hair. "Why don't you let Mr. George teach you to sing?"
As if he had thought of something, a trace of sadness flashed across Song Song's eyes, but he did not show it on his face: "From now on, Nan Nan doesn't need to learn any messy things anymore, just concentrate on studying music."
Song Nan didn't notice Song Song's abnormality. When he heard Song Song say that he could do what he liked in the future, he jumped up and down like a child: "Oh! I don't have to study anymore! Thank you, big brother, I love you."
As he spoke, Song Nan winked at Song Song.
Song Song was at a loss for words by the sudden wink. His face flushed red and even the back of his ears felt hot.
“Nan… Nannan… where, where did you learn this… like this… like this…” Song Song spoke incoherently and could not even speak clearly.
"Haha, brother, you are so cute...hahaha!" Song Nan didn't expect Song Song to react like this, and he immediately covered his stomach and gloated.
Seeing Song Nan bent over with laughter, Song Song held his forehead helplessly, "I didn't know Nan Nan was so naughty."
Song Nan said seriously, "Brother, don't overthink it. I saw it online and thought the girl was cute, so..."
The implication is "I'm not naughty!"
………*……*……*
George's arrival is Song Song's masterpiece.
Knowing that Song Nan really likes singing, and also knowing that the research institute has almost completed its research on Song Nan's talent, Song Song took the opportunity to propose to the institute, "Let Song Nan concentrate on studying music and see what Song Nan's future achievements will be."
As expected, the research institute agreed, and so the scene before us appeared.
Looking at Song Nan's smile, Song Song felt that no matter how much he did, it was worth it!
The first check was last month's talent check.
Last month, Song Nan was assigned to learn watercolor painting, so a group of watercolor painting experts stood in the physical examination room, ready to start testing Song Nan's learning results.
The best among these watercolor scholars are Wang Qiwen and Zeng Jizong. Because they are great scholars, they inevitably have some of the heroic spirit of great scholars.
Now that I was called over to comment on a "young kid" who just turned ten years old, I naturally felt a little dissatisfied.
As soon as Song Nan pushed the door open, the two of them started talking.
Wang Qi was the first to attack: "Oh, I thought it was that great god! Turns out it's just a young boy. I wonder what talent you have that brings all the top painters in the country here?"
Song Nan was too familiar with this kind of scene, and might be frightened by these "old men" at first, but after seeing more, he got used to it.
Song Nan automatically ignored the darkened faces of Wang Qiwen, Zeng Jizong, and the others, and bowed obediently: "Hello, teachers. Please let me know about my watercolors!"
Seeing Song Nan being so polite, several people put down their gloomy faces and prepared to see what Song Nan would say. After all, gathering all of them here was not a simple matter!
Only Wang Qiwen and Zeng Jizong remained expressionless. "Humph, what's all that talk? Just start painting! I'll see how far you, a young boy, can go!"
Song Nan turned a deaf ear to the two people's ridicule and picked up the pen to start writing.
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