Chapter 377 Final Exam
We can postpone starting kindergarten until next year; the final exams are still unavoidable.
Since the kindergarten fire, Mao Mao has also been out of school and has returned to attending classes with the wives every day. So, as the school holidays approached, the teachers carefully prepared a test paper for the courses they were responsible for.
Grandma Lou wasn't in charge of teaching, but she was responsible for offering encouragement: "Mao Mao, if you can get a perfect score, Grandma will give you a big red envelope for the New Year."
Meow~
Madam Lou glanced at Xia Xiaoxiang next to Mao Mao and added, "You too."
With the reward looming ahead, the mother and daughter clenched their fists, full of fighting spirit.
During the day, Mao Mao and the big white cat played less, and their playtime on the slide and swing was also reduced. After class, they even raised their little hands to volunteer for extra classes.
Looking at her expectant little face, the second concubine shook her head repeatedly: "You can't learn anymore, you can't learn anymore, it's too advanced if you learn any more."
Mao Mao looked at her expectantly: "Mao Mao wants to get a hundred points on the test."
"Even if you study other subjects, the exam won't cover them. You might as well write the characters I taught you a few days ago a few more times and practice more arithmetic problems." The second concubine unknowingly revealed the scope of the exam. "If you review what you've learned before a few more times, getting a hundred points will be a piece of cake, won't it?"
For a toddler who's just started kindergarten, there are hardly any difficult questions on their test papers.
Mao Mao thought for a moment, then raised her little hand again: "Third Aunt, Mao Mao wants to do more problems, lots of problems."
The second concubine had no choice but to take out a blank sheet of paper and have her weave something on the spot.
Chinese and math are manageable, but art and music also have final exams.
Having a studious little girl at home makes life tough for art and music teachers.
After finishing her Chinese and math classes, Mao Mao would waddle after her third brother and third aunt, saying, "Brother, fourth aunt, Mao Mao has to go to class."
Lou Hongjian coaxed her, "Mao Mao, you've drawn very well. You don't need any more lessons. Two art classes a week are enough."
Mao Mao looked at him expectantly: "Mao Mao wants to get a hundred points on the test."
"Don't worry, when you take your final exams, your brother will definitely give you a perfect score!"
"Hmm." Mao Mao looked down at her new drawing, then looked up at her brother: "Does Mao Mao get a perfect score?"
“Of course, Mao Mao paints so well.” Lou Hongjian said without blinking, “Who dares to say your paintings aren’t good? Let him come and tell me, how much does his painting sell for? Is it more expensive than mine?”
Art, of course, cannot be ranked by value, but my brother's is definitely the best.
With a cheer, Mao Mao hugged her painting and ran off happily.
Grandma Lou's eyelids twitched, and she looked at her grandson disapprovingly, "Nonsense."
Lou Hongjian was not intimidated at all, and argued confidently: "Mao Mao is still so young. We should first cultivate her aesthetic sense, develop her natural talents, and tap into her potential. Otherwise, if we demand that she paint in a certain way so early, the final result will be full of craftsmanship and lack of inspiration. What the painting looks like is not important. The most important thing is her passion for painting. Mao Mao's passion is worth a hundred points!"
After saying that, before Old Madam Lou could object, he grabbed his car keys and quickly walked out: "Grandma, someone wants to order my painting, I'm leaving now!"
The car sped off and quickly disappeared from sight.
He ran fast, and the third concubine suffered the consequences.
Of all the classes, Mao Mao's favorite is music class.
She loved playing the harmonica and singing nursery rhymes. Whenever music played on the gramophone, she would sway her head and nod along. Whenever there was a dance party, Mao Mao was always the most enthusiastic, dancing to the beat of the music from beginning to end.
Even if she can't always hit the beat, it doesn't stop her from liking it.
The third concubine tried to dodge several times, but failed. When she turned around and met the little girl's dark, round eyes, the excuse she was about to blurt out about wanting to go shopping was swallowed back down.
She racked her brains and tried to imitate Lou Hongjian's words: "Baby, you've already done very well. You don't need any extra lessons. When it comes to the exam, your fourth mother will give you a perfect score."
Mao Mao eagerly held up her harmonica: "Fourth Aunt, Mao Mao wants to learn a new one."
Third concubine: "Honey, this is beyond the syllabus! The final exam won't test anything new, only the old stuff."
“But Mao Mao wants to learn something new.” Mao Mao looked at her expectantly, her eyes sparkling: “Mao Mao wants to learn a new song and play it for everyone during the New Year.”
This isn't about getting a perfect score.
Mao Mao loves playing the harmonica the most. She doesn't play it for exams, and she wants to learn even if it's beyond the curriculum.
Third concubine: "..."
Old Madam Lou cleared her throat: "If you can teach Mao Mao, no... cough, even if you can get her into the right style, I'll give you a big red envelope for the New Year."
Meow~~
Third concubine: "..."
Old Madam Lou had a lot of private money and was always generous with her spending. The third concubine gritted her teeth and took the harmonica from Mao Mao.
Isn't it just about teaching Mao Mao to sing in tune?
She'll teach me; I don't believe I can't learn!
The sound of a harmonica, sometimes intermittent, soon filled the Marshal's Mansion.
Interspersed with the patient teaching of the third concubine: "Sweetie, learn from your fourth mother, first 'do,' not 'suo,' blow here first..."
"Pop—pop pop—"
Third concubine: "..."
When the music class ended, the third concubine announced "get out of class dismissed" and quickly left in her high heels, like a big white cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Mao Mao, clutching her harmonica, lowered her head and played the new tune she had just learned, "plop, plop," before slowly strolling back into the small living room.
In the small living room, Xia Xiaoxiang rubbed her head and leaned against the sofa. Mao Mao skillfully climbed onto the sofa and snuggled up next to her mother. She shifted her position, found a comfortable one, and stayed close to her mother.
Mao Mao wasn't the only one facing final exams; Xia Xiaoxiang was too.
While Mao Mao was diligently attending her music class, she was also earnestly reviewing her lessons amidst the intermittent sounds of the harmonica.
Mao Mao leaned against her mother and played the harmonica for a while. She noticed that her mother's posture hadn't changed. Upon closer inspection, she saw that her mother's eyes were closed and she was muttering something.
"Hmm?"
Mao Mao tilted her head in confusion.
She put her little ear close to listen.
Xia Xiaoxiang closed her eyes: "Abandon, abandon..."
Maomao: "..."
Mao Mao couldn't understand.
She nudged her mother with her little hand: "Mother, what did you say?"
Xia Xiaoxiang suddenly woke up with a start, opened her eyes in a panic, and instinctively groped around with her hands: "The exam has started so soon?"
"hold head high?"
Looking at her youngest daughter's innocent and childlike face, Xia Xiaoxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief and gradually relaxed: "It's Mao Mao..."
"Mother?"
"It's nothing, Mother is reading."
"oh."
Xia Xiaoxiang opened the vocabulary book in her hand with a bitter face.
Even without the reward that Old Madam Lou mentioned, she cannot let her guard down.
As a mother, I study with Mao Mao every day. I can't possibly not even be able to outperform Mao Mao in the exam, can I?
How embarrassing! How will Mao Mao view her in the future?
Chinese and math were manageable, but foreign languages were something Xia Xiaoxiang just couldn't learn no matter how hard she tried. She would learn something and then forget it completely.
Foreign language, sigh, foreign language.
Foreigners are really no good.
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