Three years later.
Little Pig is three years old, and his formal name has finally been decided after his maternal grandfather, Ye Mingcheng, careful consideration. The family's Kangxi Dictionary has been thoroughly searched, and they still hadn't come up with a name after three long years. Now that Little Pig is about to start kindergarten, he absolutely needs a formal name. Ye Qingqing kept urging him, and only then did Ye Mingcheng decide.
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It's a very simple name, but it has many meanings: keeping one's word, acting faster than one's words, and so on.
Lu Mo thought the name was good, much better than other names Ye Mingcheng had given him, such as Lu Tianhao, Lu Tianjie, Lu Tianci, etc. It was simple, but had a profound meaning, and was particularly good.
Ye Qingqing also thought it was very good. His full name was Lu Xing, and his nickname was Little Pig. How nice it sounded.
In September, the start of the new school year, Ye Qingqing took her son to register for kindergarten. The kindergarten was run by her residential community and was said to be a well-known international chain of preschool education institutions. All the teachers had master's degrees or above, and the foreign teachers spoke fluent London English, definitely not some rubbish teachers brought back from abroad.
Ye Qingqing had specifically investigated the situation. Her English level was quite good, so after talking with those foreign teachers, she knew that they were genuinely talented and not just some random foreign trash who came to China to coast and make money.
This kindergarten is located near the residential area, about a ten-minute walk away. Since the kindergarten rents a house in the residential area, most of the children attending are from the neighborhood. The annual tuition is 150,000 yuan, which is not something an ordinary family can afford.
The residents of Ye Qingqing's community are mostly elites from all walks of life. If their annual income is not in the tens of millions, they would not have the confidence to live in this community, and the tuition fee of 150,000 yuan is naturally not a concern for them.
After her son started school, Ye Qingqing finally understood how slow and dawdling her son was. Before he started school, she didn't feel the pain because she wasn't in a hurry and he was a little slow.
But ever since starting school, Ye Qingqing has been so angry that her eyes are blazing with anger and her heart, liver, and lungs ache every day. She really wants to stuff this brat back into her belly and start over.
She should have realized it sooner; the little rascal took a full ten months to be born, he was definitely a tortoise, and she shouldn't have taken any chances.
It was another school day, and Lin Shufang got up early to get busy. She had to prepare a nutritious breakfast for her beloved grandson: fresh milk to supplement calcium, a fruit platter to supplement vitamins, and big meat buns that the little pig loved to eat. Lin Shufang would pack a big bag of them at once and freeze them in the refrigerator so she could steam them whenever she wanted to eat them.
At six o'clock sharp, Lu Mo lifted Xiao Zhu out of bed for morning training. Since Xiao Zhu could walk, Lu Mo had stipulated that his son must get up at six o'clock for morning training, and he had persisted for two years without fail, rain or shine.
Lu Mo watched his son running slowly ahead, his palms itching with urge to give the little rascal a lash. He had been running for two years, and the brat was still maintaining a steady snail's pace, the same as when he was one year old, without any improvement.
"Lu Xing, speed up!" Lu Mo shouted in a deep voice.
The little pig's round body trembled slightly, increasing its speed by a tiny bit, an acceleration imperceptible to the naked eye. In Lu Mo's eyes, the little guy was still moving at a snail's pace.
"Aren't you strong enough? Speed up!" Lu Mo raised his voice, really wanting to whip him a few times; even a snail could run faster than this brat.
"Dad, I haven't eaten."
The little pig rubbed his tummy. He had protested countless times about running on an empty stomach, but his father never listened to him, saying that it was the only way to make it effective. He thought his father was talking nonsense. How could he have the energy to run if he wasn't full? He would be dizzy and lightheaded from hunger, which would definitely be bad for his health.
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