Chapter 825 School Life: Little Stone and Little Fish's school life is starting to get on track.
Little Fish is full of energy and has already joined the preschool soccer team.
During a training match that day, he received a pass from his teammate and found himself in an open area.
Having grown accustomed to playing wildly with the kids in the family compound, he had only one thought in his mind: Charge!
Like a nimble little leopard, he dribbled the ball to the left, dodging and weaving through two defenders before unleashing a powerful shot that found the back of the net.
He was excitedly preparing to receive cheers when he discovered that his blond, blue-eyed teammate, Tom, was standing with his hands on his hips, looking at him with a serious expression.
"Why didn't you pass the ball?" Tom complained in broken Chinese. "I was in a better position, and I raised my hand for ages!"
Little Stone wiped his sweat and said confidently, "I can score! Look, the ball went in!"
"Football is a team sport!" Tom tried to reason with him, gesturing with his little hands, "You have to cooperate and pass the ball!"
Little Stone blinked, not quite understanding: "But... I run fast, I shoot accurately, I can do it myself."
In his limited gaming experience, it was only natural that whoever was better would win.
Two little boys were talking at cross purposes on the football field.
Little Stone was still young, and it was obvious that he couldn't reason with children two years older than him. However, under the guidance of the physical education teacher, he gradually understood the importance of teamwork.
Meanwhile, in the art classroom, Xiaoyuer finished a painting. The painting was filled with splashes of blue and purple, with some crooked yellow squares in the middle. In the corner, several little figures holding hands were drawn with black yarn. The little figures had no facial features and looked like a string of small potatoes.
Ms. Elena, the art teacher from Japan, leaned over and looked at it, her eyes growing brighter and brighter, as if she had discovered a treasure: "Oh, my dear child, this is so enchanting! The blue is like a quiet night, the purple like a mysterious dream, and these lines are full of life!"
She pointed to the yellow squares, "These unique geometric shapes are really interesting!"
Little Fish tilted her chubby little face up and explained earnestly in her sweet, childish voice, "That's our building. It's going to rain, and the sky is getting dark."
She pointed to a large expanse of blue and purple, "My brother and I ran home as fast as we could. We ran so fast that the wind was howling and it even blew the house askew!"
Teacher Elena paused for a moment, then smiled even more broadly and clapped her hands lightly: "What a vivid story! You even drew the speed and the weather. That's fantastic!"
Little Stone's locker is always a mess, with clothes crumpled into balls and socks that never match.
The life skills teacher patiently taught him: "Clothes should be laid flat, and socks should touch head to head."
At first, he folded them crookedly, but now he can finally fold a few square blocks, although the edges are still crooked.
Little Fish's paintings are still imaginative and whimsical; the sky is pink and the grass is blue.
However, recently little figures have started appearing in her paintings, with two tall adults holding the hands of two small children.
She also drew her grandparents: Grandpa Fang was wearing square-framed glasses, and Grandma Ding was holding a round plate.
Although the figures are all round or square, their intimacy is impossible to hide.
Shen Mo felt a warm feeling in her heart as she looked at the paintings the children brought back and Xiao Shitou's crookedly folded clothes.
Away from the protection of home, the two little ones are learning independence in their own clumsy but earnest way.
Little Stone discovered a secret at the international school.
The hawthorn cakes made by Aunt Liu in his lunchbox always attracted the attention of the children around him.
That sweet and sour taste made even the finest chocolates brought by my Swiss classmate Pierre pale in comparison.
Finally, Pierre couldn't resist and asked in broken Chinese, "Can I try some of this?"
Little Stone's eyes darted around, and remembering how his father talked business, he puffed out his little chest and said, "Okay, but you have to trade me two chocolates."
The deal was successfully completed.
Soon, Elizabeth, a British classmate, traded her double-layered pencil case for a piece of hawthorn cake, while Kentaro, a Japanese classmate, contributed a strangely shaped eraser.
Little Stone solemnly created an "ledger" on the back of his sketchbook, carefully recording information using a mixture of pinyin and Chinese characters.
During recess that day, the class teacher, Ms. Li, passed by the classroom and happened to see Xiao Shitou making a transaction.
He handed out the hawthorn cake with one hand and took the spoils with the other, his little face full of seriousness.
Teacher Li couldn't help but chuckle, and squatted down to say softly, "Sharing food with classmates is a good thing, but exchanging things like this... isn't really appropriate at school."
Little Stone blinked his big eyes and asked, puzzled, "Why? Daddy said it's called 'each getting what they need'."
That evening, Teacher Li called Shen Mo and explained the situation with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Mo said to Lu Qingyang with some concern, "The teacher said that Shi Tou has started a 'small business' at school. Will this have a bad influence?"
Lu Qingyang smiled, his eyes gleaming: "Let me see his ledger."
Taking the sketchbook filled with his son's childlike drawings, Lu Qingyang found it increasingly amusing. He patted Little Stone's head: "Not bad, kid, you even understand the concept of exchange. But, but at school, sharing with good friends is the most important thing, understand?"
Little Stone nodded as if he understood but not quite.
The next day, Little Stone still brought hawthorn cakes to school, but this time he shared them with Pierre and Elizabeth.
Unexpectedly, Pierre brought an extra box of chocolates and insisted on giving it to him, saying, "You treat me, I'll treat you!"
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After the event, Refreshing Soda launched a new promotion: collect six bottle caps with different patterns, and you can exchange them for a free bottle of soda.
The inside of the bottle cap is printed with the twelve zodiac animal patterns, which are brightly colored and cute.
The rarest item is the golden dragon-patterned bottle cap, which is one in a whole bottle.
The news immediately caused a stir among the children.
In the alleyways, the first thing children do after school is rush into the convenience store, stand on tiptoe, and ask, "Auntie, do you have any refreshing drinks?"
After buying the soda, I couldn't wait to unscrew the cap, carefully wiped it clean on my pants, and examined it closely in the sunlight.
"I'm Little Horse! Anyone have a puppy? I'll trade my rabbit for one!"
"I've collected all six! I just need one more to exchange for a new one!"
"Wow, it's a golden dragon! Let me touch it!"
Old Wang from the supply and marketing cooperative was surprised to find that the lychee flavor, which was usually the hardest to sell, suddenly became popular because its bottle cap was decorated with a cute little monkey, and children were scrambling to get it.
What's even more ridiculous is that some children begged their parents to buy them by the box in order to collect them as quickly as possible.
A mother, both amused and exasperated, said to the salesperson, "This child insists I buy a whole case just for that dragon-shaped bottle cap. How long will it take to finish drinking this?"
This seemingly simple activity actually brings considerable benefits.
This made Zhang Zhongwen realize that the main force behind soda production was still children.
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