He likes it.

"I just bought the red booklet, and I will write two pages of red book when I get back later."

How could Hai Ling know what the little guy was up to?

She stretched out her hand and poked her son's forehead.

"Mom is not with you. You came back from kindergarten. How long has it been since you wrote a red book? How many words do you recognize?"

Yangyang blinked his big eyes and answered childishly: "The teacher asked me to write ?, and I did it. I wrote on time, and my aunt taught me, and I can recognize many words again."

At his age, there is actually nothing to learn in kindergarten. It is all about having fun.

But for the children who go to that kindergarten, their families are either rich or expensive, so they may have an easier time in the kindergarten than at home.

At home, their parents hired many tutors for them to teach them one-on-one.

Involution begins in kindergarten.

Hai Ling had no choice but to follow the test. She did not enroll her son in too many subjects. She only taught him how to read, count, write Arabic numerals, and simple addition and subtraction.

On weekends, classes are held at the martial arts gym regardless of rain or shine.

When Yangyang is five or six years old, she plans to enroll Yangyang in art classes and piano.

It is also necessary to let Yangyang learn the knowledge of the first grade of elementary school in advance.

There is no way. The education in Guancheng District is very good, and the examination papers are also genuine.

If you don't roll, someone else will, and then you can't help but follow suit.

"Hai Ling, the kindergarten is on holiday now. It's the weekend. Let Yangyang play well. Don't let him write in a red book. How old is Yangyang?"

"Whatever toy Yangyang likes, Uncle Lu will buy it for you."

Lu Dongming doted on Diwan.

Yangyang was very happy. After looking up at his mother, he put his arms around Lu Dongming's neck and whispered: "Uncle Lu, if you go against my mother, will my mother dislike you?"

Lu Dongming: "..."

Hai Ling flicked her son's forehead.

"Kid, what are you talking about?"

Yangyang touched the place where his mother had played and said to Lu Dongming: "Uncle Lu, it hurts a little from the mother's playing. Please blow it." JrNovels.com