Chapter 79 My Restless Daughter
A dozen kids stopped crying and shouted loudly as if they had been injected with chicken blood: "Big brat! Big brat~"
The milky sound could be heard in the parents' room next door.
Several parents curiously looked out the window and asked, "Who's the big brat?"
"Whose child has such a big fart? It's so adorable."
"How can it be cute! If it was a really big fart, my little baby is only two years old, and he wouldn't be suffocated to death."
"No! Just now when I passed by the little class, they were all crying their eyes out. Now they are all well behaved and just calling me a big brat. But this is better than crying until you have a fever or a cold."
Gong Lingxiao had a cold face and showed no interest in the topic of parents.
No matter what, the person called Big Brat can't be the big rice pot in his family.
After all, Gong Lingxiao's daughter couldn't be so stupid as to call herself a big-breasted kid.
Gong Lingxiao thought that Dafanguo had secretly consulted so many people in order to participate in this interview, and Dafanguo must be very nervous now!
Thinking of this, he stood up proudly and wanted to go next door to see his child.
"Mr. Gong, is there anything I can help you with?" Seeing that he was about to leave the interview venue, the teacher quickly stepped forward to stop him.
Gong Lingxiao said, "One million. I want to go next door to accompany my daughter."
He just opened his mouth with a million, which was so generous that all the parents looked at Gong Lingxiao as if he were the God of Wealth.
"It's true that having money makes a difference."
"That's right, one million! Teacher, do you make one million a year working?"
The parent's words hit the teacher right in the heart.
The small class teacher was embarrassed. "Mr. Gong, I believe you have also studied our school handbook. It's not just about having money. The reason we separate children from their parents is to assess their autonomy and independence, as well as their social skills, ability to deal with things, and emotional stability! However, during the assessment period, Gong Wanxin performed the best among all the children. Please don't worry, Mr. Gong."
Gong Lingxiao's stern face finally cracked into a smile, and he said with relief, "She didn't cry?"
The teacher said, "No! Not only did she not cry, she even comforted other children! She was very stable, which was beyond our expectations."
As he spoke, the teacher handed the tablet computer to Gong Lingxiao.
"Wo! Yell! Big! Fart! Boy!"
A loud baby voice came from the tablet.
Suddenly, Gong Lingxiao was petrified.
That familiar sound! It's the rice pot.
Several parents looked over curiously, "So the big brat is Mr. Gong's daughter!"
Gong Lingxiao was speechless. If possible, he really wanted to go over there and plug the small mouth of the big rice pot.
It really is a rhythm that has a lingering earthy smell.
The teacher smiled lovingly and said, "Gong Wanxin is very cute. Now the children are no longer crying. You see, everyone listens to her."
Gong Lingxiao didn't want to watch it and really wanted to scratch the teacher's tablet.
Because Big Rice Pot was standing on a chair, imitating the way the teacher had directed the children to sing when he entered the room just now. Now he was waving his little fleshy hands and directing the dozen or so little followers, "Everyone, repeat after me, Big Brat! Big Brat!"
A dozen or so innocent babies who had never experienced the world became more and more excited as they read.
They were afraid that other small classes didn’t know that there was a big guy called Big Brat in their class.
A group of fawning parents followed suit, saying, "Boss Gong's daughter has leadership skills."
"Yeah! Being able to command more than a dozen children in such a short time is impressive."
The teacher felt ashamed. "Right, right, right. It's not easy for such a young child to be so obedient without a parent. And she can lead by example without making any noise or fuss. It's obvious that she has the potential to be a class leader."
Gong Lingxiao no longer wanted to talk and turned back to his seat.
At this moment, a teacher in a professional suit knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Gong, it's your turn for the interview."
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