The little guy put down his pen only after he had filled a piece of paper.

Thinking of what his great-grandmother said, that students should not talk in class, the little guy silently handed the notebook filled with English letters to Shen Zhihuan.

He looks like he's asking for praise.

Shen Zhihuan gave the little guy a thumbs up to show his praise.

The little guy bared his little teeth and smiled silently.

"Honey, can Grandma Tang take a look at the English letters you wrote?" For fear of scaring the little guy, Nun Miejue deliberately softened her voice.

Thinking of his great-grandmother's previous instructions, the little guy didn't say a word, but nodded obediently and handed the notebook to Master Miejue.

Everyone was already pricked up their ears.

When they heard what Master Miejue said, their eyes widened.

Familiar classmates even exchanged glances.

There were also those who were brave enough to stretch their necks and try to take a sneak peek.

English letters...

Shen Zhihuan's son is writing English letters.

Some people also suspect that there is something wrong with their ears.

after all……

For such a young child, it’s good enough that he can hold the pen steadily. Can you still expect him to write?

Nun Miejue didn't have time to care about her classmates' surprise and looked carefully at the letters written by the little guy.

After a long while, she handed the notebook in her hand to Liu Chunhua, "Look at what I wrote."

"I've already seen it." Liu Chunhua lowered her head, looking ashamed.

"How does it feel?" asked Nun Miejue.

"…The disciple surpasses the master." Liu Chunhua thought about it.

Nun Miejue couldn't help but roll her eyes.

The disciple surpasses the master? Who is the disciple? Who is the master? Not only is he not good at foreign languages, but he is also so bad at Chinese.

I don't know how she got in in the first place?! Liu Chunhua thought: [It's all thanks to the extra points]

Nun Miejue took the notebook from Liu Chunhua's hand and handed it to the female student behind her, "Everyone, take a look..."

The female classmate took it and her eyes suddenly widened.

The classmates around her came over to take a look and stared in the same way.

Circulate them one by one.

All of them have the same shocked expression.

"Take a look at your own summer homework, and think about the English letters you wrote obediently. Do you have anything to say?" The notebook returned to Nun Miejue's hands, and her eyes like a sharp blade swept over everyone.

Everyone lowered their heads.

After a crazy summer of fun, many people have to stay up late in one or two days to finish their summer homework.

A summer vacation homework was rushed out in just one or two days, so you can imagine the quality of the homework.

There is no harm without comparison.

Among those present, the youngest is nineteen or twenty years old, and the oldest is even twenty-six or twenty-seven.

A babbling child knows the seriousness of this, but people in their twenties don’t understand it.

"You study for your own sake, not for me or your teacher. If you study hard, you will be the one who benefits. Similarly, if you do things perfunctorily, you will be the one who suffers." Nun Miejue's eyes swept over everyone again.

Especially those students who were secretly glad that they had gotten away with it, were all taken care of by her sharp gaze.

Everyone's faces felt as if they were burned by fire, and they kept getting hot.

When Ren Jinghua rushed over to attend class, he saw a group of students who were like quails.

He subconsciously looked at his wife, Nun Miejue, with a questioning look.

Nun Miejue said nothing and silently handed him the notebook in her hand.

He took the notebook with a confused look on his face, read ten lines at a glance, and frowned.

“Who wrote this?”

Nun Miejue stuck out her lips at the little guy.

Ren Jinghua frowned even more tightly.

Ren Jinghua was extremely angry.

"No, this isn't written by you. Tell me, who did you ask to write it for you? Your little brother or your nephew?"

Ren Jinghuapo's expression was somewhat gnashing of teeth.

Nun Miejue held her forehead with her hand.

This man of hers is really good at imagining things.

Shen Zhihuan smiled and pointed at the little guy on her leg.

Ren Jinghua frowned and stared at the innocent little guy for a long time, then lowered his head to look at the notebook in his hand.

Finally, he looked at his wife, Nun Miejue, and his voice was filled with disbelief, "He wrote it?"

Nun Miejue smiled and nodded.

"You taught me?" Ren Jinghua turned to look at Shen Zhihuan, with a look of helplessness on his face.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Shen Zhihuan nodded.

"How long have you been teaching?" Ren Jinghua wanted to know this more.

A child this young can actually write the English alphabet.

"Half a class." Shen Zhihuan answered truthfully.

Ren Jinghua looked at his wife beside him for confirmation.

"To be precise, it should be one third of a class." Nun Miejue corrected.

Ren Jinghua's eyes widened, looking as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

He thought about it, opened another blank piece of paper, and wrote a few words.

"Good boy, look, what's missing from this English alphabet?" Ren Jinghua put the notebook and pencil in front of the little guy.

The classmates all pricked up their necks, wanting to see whether the little guy really memorized the order of English letters from A to Z or was just copying.

The little guy blinked his eyes, looked at the English letters on the notebook, picked up the pencil...

Ren Jinghua and Nun Miejue stared straight at the tip of the little guy's pen.

The couple became more and more frightened the more they watched.

Even until the little guy put down his pen, the couple still looked in disbelief.

Absolutely right.

Liu Chunhua, who was sitting next to Shen Zhihuan, was also stunned.

Although I guessed that the little guy might have memorized the English alphabet, I didn't expect that he could even easily solve the fill-in-the-blank questions.

Zhang Fengxia, who was worried about her grandson, hurried to the school after finishing her work.

Because the Su family often came to the school, and Zhang Fengxia would occasionally bring some leftover fruits and cakes to the gatekeeper, the gatekeeper happily let Zhang Fengxia pass when he saw her coming.

Zhang Fengxia did not disappoint the gatekeeper. She took out two fist-sized green apples from her pocket and stuffed them into the gatekeeper's hands.

The gatekeeper pushed me a bit but then gave up, still saying a few polite words.

As soon as Zhang Fengxia walked to the entrance of the Foreign Languages ​​Department, she heard her classmates discussing the little guy's learning talent with envy and jealousy.

Although Zhang Fengxia didn't know what the English alphabet was, it didn't stop her from being excited and happy.

Because she heard the envy and praise in her classmates' voices.

As soon as Shen Zhihuan brought the little one out of the classroom, he met Zhang Fengxia's smiling eyes.

Especially that smiling face full of wrinkles, which almost blinded Shen Zhihuan's eyes.

Zhang Fengxia has a good temper and always has a smile on her face when she speaks and does things.

But it is rare to see the corners of his mouth raised so sharply and his face full of joy and excitement like now.

Shen Zhihuan subconsciously wondered if her mother-in-law had picked up gold bars on the way to school.

"Mom, what good thing happened to you? Did you pick up gold on the road?" She thought so and asked so.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Zhang Fengxia smiled and glared at Shen Zhihuan, then bent down and picked up the little guy.

Perhaps because she was afraid that the little guy would feel too hot, she took out a small folding fan from her pocket, opened it and started fanning the little guy.

"Auntie is worried when she doesn't see her precious grandson for a while!" Liu Chunhua joked with a smile.

"You'll know when you become a grandmother yourself." Zhang Fengxia did not deny it.