Shen Qingqing was very satisfied with the result.
Seeing Chen Manyu's expectant eyes, she didn't hold back her congratulations: "Brother Manyu! Congratulations! You got everything right, a perfect score!"
The expectant expression on Chen Manyu's face slowly turned into a surprised smile.
"I'm not lying to you, am I? I'll definitely give you some content that you already know!" Shen Qingqing said with a smile.
Chen Manyu nodded several times like a chick pecking at rice, then, as if remembering something, asked somewhat cautiously, "Qingqing, could you write down a score for me?"
Shen Qingqing readily agreed, took out a red pen from her bag, and began to score him.
Chen Manyu looked at the red checkmarks on the entire test paper, and finally, after Shen Qingqing wrote a bright red "one percent" at the top of the test paper, he excitedly took his test paper from Shen Qingqing's hand.
He touched the perfect score, looking very satisfied: "I'll take it back to show my grandparents, they'll be so happy!"
As he spoke, he seemed to recall something and said with a touch of nostalgia, "Before, when I brought home a perfect score on a test at school, my parents and grandparents were very happy, but then I couldn't go to school anymore..."
Shen Qingqing's mind stirred, and a thought flashed through her mind before she kept it in her heart.
"Brother Manyu, you can tell your grandparents that the words on this test paper are all fifth-grade words, and you've learned them all!" Shen Qingqing put her pen away and put it in her bag, speaking to Chen Manyu in a praising tone.
Chen Manyu also remembers that he could no longer go to school after finishing the fourth grade. He never expected that he would have finished learning all the fifth-grade characters now.
Seeing his satisfied expression, Shen Qingqing pressed on, "Brother Manyu, now that we've finished learning the characters and words, it's time for us to learn the text. Do you want to learn it?"
Chen Manyu suddenly raised his head, looking at Shen Qingqing with longing, "Can I go to school now?"
Shen Qingqing smiled and shook her head. "Not yet, but I can teach you. Do you want to learn?"
Hearing Shen Qingqing's denial, Chen Manyu lowered his eyes in disappointment, but after hearing the second half of Shen Qingqing's sentence, he nodded repeatedly and said, "I want to learn! I want to learn!"
“Okay, don’t worry! I will definitely teach you!” Shen Qingqing held up her little finger in front of Chen Manyu.
Chen Manyu immediately extended his little finger and hooked it around Shen Qingqing's.
Two voices, one high and one low, overlapped: "Pinky promise, for a hundred years, no take-backs!"
When he got home that night, Chen Manyu really took out the test paper that Shen Qingqing had handwritten and showed it to Li Huifen and her husband. He told Li Huifen what Shen Qingqing had said and boasted that he could also learn fifth-grade knowledge.
Holding the clearly handwritten test paper, Li Huifen listened to her grandson's words, her eyes welling up with tears. Instead of discouraging Chen Manyu, she went along with him and praised him as she had done six years ago, before he fell ill...
The seven-day May Day holiday flew by, and on the last day of the holiday, Li Xunli and Li Xunjin finally finished a piece of work that they were both very satisfied with.
The ratio of clay to glaze, as well as the firing temperature, were all recorded. After that, Li Xunli and Li Xunjin specially replicated it once more. The two works were even more perfect because the second one was more skillful. Then, they immediately confirmed the firing time for the tea tray and decorations with Wu Zubo.
Because Wu Zubo's son was a porcelain master at a large porcelain factory, the final firing location was still set at Li Xunli's porcelain kiln.
As the master craftsman, Wu Zubo's son didn't need to stay in the porcelain factory all the time; he could leave once he finished his assigned part.
So Li Xunjin went to pick him up at the time that Wu Zubo's son had agreed upon.
As expected of an experienced master craftsman, he successfully formulated the perfect tea tray material after only two attempts.
While they were enthusiastically engaged in the crucial porcelain firing process, Shen Qingqing returned to school after her holiday.
During the long break, Shen Qingqing went upstairs alone to the teachers' office to find her homeroom teacher, Chen Zesong.
Chen Zesong was making tea in his office when he saw Shen Qingqing appear at the door. Thinking something was wrong, he quickly went over to her. "Qingqing? What's wrong? Is something the matter?"
Shen Qingqing looked up at Chen Zesong and asked, "Teacher, I just want to ask one thing: would our school allow students who dropped out of school many years ago due to illness to come back to class?"
Chen Zesong was surprised that she would ask this question, but he still answered her first: "Yes, our primary school is a public primary school and we will accept students who have dropped out of school due to illness. If their original school registration is with our school, we should be able to let them return to school after checking. However, if their original school registration is not with our school, or if their school registration is lost, we will have to deal with the school registration issue first before they can come back to school."
After answering, Chen Zesong asked his question: "Why did you think of asking this question?"
Shen Qingqing did not hide anything and explained Chen Manyu's situation.
Chen Zesong thought for a moment and said, "I'll check if the school's academic affairs system has this student's information. If it does, and if his recovery is going well, our school can let him come back to school."
"If not, you'll have to ask him which school he attended, and then talk to that school about it."
"I'll check it for you later and let you know when I'm done."
Shen Qingqing looked at Chen Zesong gratefully: "Okay! Thank you, teacher!"
"You're welcome! Alright, go to class now!" Chen Zesong waved his hand.
The news was only received after school had ended.
Shen Qingqing thought there would be no more news. When she packed her schoolbag and went home with Chen Man, Chen Zesong came downstairs.
Seeing that Shen Qingqing hadn't left yet, he called out to her: "Qingqing, we found out about the thing you asked me this morning. There is indeed a student named Chen Manyu who matches what you said. The records show that his parents are both deceased, and he dropped out of school because a high fever affected his intellectual development, right?"
Shen Qingqing quickly nodded: "Yes, yes!"
Chen Zesong nodded to indicate that he understood, and asked, "So his intelligence has returned to normal now, right?"
Shen Qingqing paused for a moment, but still didn't hide anything: "Teacher, he hasn't recovered to normal, but his intelligence is just growing slowly, not stopped. He doesn't have any obvious intellectual disability."
Chen Zesong looked thoughtful: "You can't prove it by just saying it like that. If he can come back and take a test or something, and he passes the test, there won't be any problem."
Shen Qingqing nodded: "Then I'll go back and ask him. If he's willing, I'll bring him to school."
"Okay, then let's do it this way!"
Goodbye, teacher!
"goodbye."
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