419 How to Cultivate a Genius Child

"Ring, ring, ring..."

Another midsummer, the new school year is about to start.

A high-spirited teenager, riding a 28-inch Phoenix bicycle, is riding freely on the seaside road, pressing the alarm bell.

"Ah Hang, Ah Hang, come and see, Xiao Meizi has sent another letter!" This young man with a strong voice, who can maintain a loud voice even during the puberty period, is the Mumu of Engineer Mo and Director Zhong.

The 14-year-old boy will be a second-year junior high school student when school starts on September 1st.

Fu Yuanhang held the majestic black dog in one hand and the increasingly delicate Chenchen in the other hand and quickly dodged to the side, fearing that the reckless boy who rushed in would hurt innocent people.

Mumu grabbed the front brake, turned the whole bike sideways, and stood in front of them on one foot:

"Didn't you hear my brother calling you? Why are you walking away the more I call you?"

In the past two years, he has been well-nourished, and he has grown up quickly. When he first came to the base, Fu Yuanhang, who was only half a year younger than Mumu, was half a head shorter than Mumu.

Now the situation is reversed. The Fu family has good genes, and Fu Yuanhang has been catching up with Mumu since the sixth grade. Now he has grown to 1.78 meters. In addition, he has the golden proportion of long legs, thin waist and small head, which makes him look half a head taller than Mumu, who is 1.73 meters tall.

"Don't you know which of us looks more like a brother?" Fu Yuanhang was also in the voice change period, but his voice was always gentle, not that high and ugly goose voice.

"There are children from the Yuhong class going home on the roadside. Can you pay attention to the impact when you ride your bike? What if you scare the children?"

After Fu Yuanhang finished speaking, even Baibai looked at Mumu with resentment and barked at him loudly to warn him.

Mumu raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, is it okay if I was wrong?" Baibai, who has wolf genes, is eager to protect his master and protects Chenchen like his own eyeball. Mumu dares not offend Baibai, "Chenchen, Uncle Mumu didn't scare you, did he?"

The black dog mother of Kangzi's family gave birth to many puppies. There are at least eight or ten adult black dogs in the base, all from the same mother.

But none of them can compare to Baibai's majesty. It is more like the leader of the wolf pack. It just squats there casually, and all the dogs submit. Other dogs dare not even "woof" in front of it.

The dark and shiny fur, covered with a layer of broken gold sprinkled by the setting sun, is more noble than the finest satin.

The five-year-old boy with bright eyes and white teeth no longer likes to wear a straw hat, but still likes to carry the puppy backpack made by his grandmother.

The dog pattern on the backpack was modified by Su Taotao, and it looks silly and cute, which Chenchen likes very much.

The child's eyes curved and turned into two pools of clear springs filled with gold: "I'm very brave, I can't be scared."

Chenchen is already a primary school student. When school starts on September 1st, he will still go to whichever grade he wants to go to.

His class time is also very flexible. The Yuhong class here, the Yuhong class in Xinchang, the classroom of the primary school, the office of his parents...

Chenchen almost has a different time every day, and he can go wherever he wants to "play".

At first, he was put in the first grade classroom, mainly because he was too young. It would not be bad for him to get along with children of similar age.

In the past two years, Fu Zhengtu had reviewed the content of the elementary school textbooks with him.

He could attend classes from the first to the fourth grade at will, and he could take any test papers he wanted. Anyway, he always ranked first in the test.

The main reason was that Chenchen's handwriting was too ugly. Every time he went to class, he mainly practiced his handwriting and helped the teacher answer questions for students in need.

On this point, Su Taotao and Fu Zhengtu actually had a disagreement in their educational philosophy.

Su Taotao thought Chenchen was too young and was even more worried about what happened to Zhongyong. She hoped that Chenchen could have a happy childhood, have good childhood memories with his peers, go to school on schedule, and skip grades when he was older.

Facts have proved that Fu Zhengtu knows how to cultivate a genius child better than she does.

Forcing a child with superior intelligence to be trapped in a classroom that has no fun and challenge for him is undoubtedly killing his talent. At

the beginning of the year, Fu Zhengtu took Chenchen to the principal's office, explained the situation, and asked Chenchen to do all the main subject examinations for grades one to four in front of the principal.

Chenchen finished all the papers in just one day, mainly because he had short hands and wrote too slowly. If his writing speed could keep up with the speed of his brain, he would probably be able to finish them in one morning.

The key point is that he got full marks on all the lower-grade papers that did not involve essays!

The principal was silent.

In the years he has been engaged in education, he has seen many smart children, but today he has seen a child who is so smart at the age of five!

The Yuhong class's classroom has always been in the elementary school. Everyone is familiar with the famous child Fu Haochen. Such an incredibly beautiful and smart child will not be easily forgotten by those who have seen him.

"How does Mr. Fu hope that the school will cooperate with you in educating your children?" The principal naturally knew that for such a genius child, traditional teaching methods cannot be adhered to.

He accidentally revealed his admiration for Master Fu, and even used the word "you".

Master Fu could teach his children like this, so in his eyes, the school was just a decoration.

"I don't deserve it," Fu Zhengtu said, "Chenchen's seat will still be arranged in Class 1, Grade 1, but I hope you can reserve a seat for him in Class 1 of each grade. He can go to whichever grade he wants to attend, and not come if he doesn't want to, until he wants to go to junior high school. Is that okay?"

The principal was stunned for a long time, and then he came to his senses and nodded continuously: "Sure, it's a small matter, of course it's okay!"

With Chenchen's level, he would not be surprised if he finished the fifth and sixth grade courses this year and went to junior high school next year.

Fu Zhengtu nodded in thanks: "Sorry to bother you, thank you."

The principal: "No trouble, no trouble, it's my duty, it's my duty..."

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Just like that, Fu Haochen became a glorious member of the Young Pioneers at the beginning of the year. When he was happy, he wore a bright red scarf to go to primary school. When

he wanted to play with his friends, he went back to the Yuhong class to play with Pangpang and Dongdong. When

he didn't want to go to class, he went to work with his father and mother.

When he didn't want to go anywhere, he rode Baibai and went to the vegetable market with his grandmother.

He would arrange time for himself to practice calligraphy and study every day. No matter how he played, he never missed these two activities.

Chenchen's life was particularly fulfilling, and he was growing up well every day.

...

Mumu rubbed Chenchen's little head and opened the envelope in front of Fu Yuanhang:

"Xiaomeizi hasn't written to us for almost half a year, right? I always send her a return envelope, but I'm just too lazy."

Mumu muttered to himself while quickly reading the letter. After reading it, he pursed his lips and looked at Fu Yuanhang with a serious expression:

"Something happened, Ah Hang..."

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