My childhood sweetheart, who was reborn with me, ended up as a loser.

Chapter 10 Shallow Opening

Three teachers were sitting in the office. When they saw Xu Qingfan, their eyes lit up at the same time.

The other kids who came in for interviews were all acting suspiciously, but Xu Qingfan calmly and confidently sat down opposite them and took the initiative to greet them:

"Hello teachers, my name is Xu Qingfan, I am six years old, and I come from Hongxing Kindergarten."

"Hello, Xu Qingfan, your handwriting is very beautiful. Have you practiced calligraphy?" The teacher glanced at his test paper briefly before returning her gaze to him.

Xu Qingfan glanced at the name tag around his neck, nodded and said, "Hello, Teacher Wang. I usually like to write poetry, so I often write on paper."

Teacher Wang glanced down at her name tag and said in surprise, "I see. What poems has Qingfan written? Could you read one to me?"

Xu Qingfan smiled, reached into his pocket, and took out his "personal poetry collection," placing it on the table: "Teacher, these are all my works. Please read them."

"Haha... Little friend, that's not how you say 'I've read your work,' you should say 'I've corrected your work.'"

Xu Qingfan gave a shy look, and the three teachers smiled knowingly and picked up the poetry collection to begin "reading".

In just a moment, the smiles that hadn't faded from the three of them froze on their faces.

"Her belly was very big, once big enough to fit me; her belly was also very small, she always said she was full after eating just a little bit."

"Later, many things appeared in Grandma's house: a coffin, a group of people in white, the sound of firecrackers, and so on... But Grandma was no longer in Grandma's house."

"These poems...you wrote them all?"

Teacher Wang, Teacher Chen, and Teacher Liu stared at Xu Qingfan in disbelief.

The dozen or so poems don't use fancy language and are all written in plain language, but from a child's perspective, they are top-notch descriptive writing.

Profound emotions are hidden in the simplest words.

"Yes, teacher, I wrote all these poems." Xu Qingfan smiled faintly, thinking to himself, "If I were to copy out Love Continent, I'd scare you to death."

An eerie silence fell over the office.

After a moment, Teacher Wang finally spoke, "Ah... um, good, very good. You wrote all these poems. Um, Fan, can you write another poem now...?"

"That's right, let's use...the Olympics as the theme. The 08 Beijing Olympics are just around the corner, is there a problem with writing a poem on that theme?"

Olympics?

The image of Teacher Liu Kuan's round face instantly appeared in Xu Qingfan's mind.

Seeing that he suddenly fell silent, Teacher Wang felt a bit awkward and said, "You could also use sports as a topic..."

As a result, Xu Qingfan started with zero frames.

"You and I, heart to heart, live in the same global village; for our dreams, we travel thousands of miles, meeting in Yanjing; come on, friend, extend your hand; you and I, heart to heart, are forever one family!"

Teacher Wang, Teacher Chen, Teacher Liu: ? ? ?

No?

You're really coming?

Xu Qingfan heard a gasp and found it amusing. "Teacher, is this poem alright? It's one of my previous works."

Upon hearing that it was an old work, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, finally having a reason that they could accept.

Otherwise, it would be too absurd. Cao Zhi needed seven steps to compose a poem. From the time they asked the question to Xu Qingfan's answer, less than three seconds had passed, right?

Teacher Wang let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew~ Qingfan, you scared your teacher! How many other works do you have?"

"That's all, that's all." Xu Qingfan shook his head.

"That's good... No, cough, Qingfan, could you please compose a poem on the spot? I'd like to test your impromptu response skills." Teacher Wang said in a kind tone.

"Of course, no problem. Is there no restriction on the subject matter?" Xu Qingfan asked with a smile, completely at ease.

"Hmm... what did you have for breakfast?"

"Breakfast? ...Noodles, soup noodles."

"Let's use noodles as the topic then."

"noodle?"

"That's right."

...

"Why has Brother Qingfan been inside for so long? My watch has gone around in circles so many times!" Lin Wanning looked down at his watch; the minute hand had already gone around thirteen times.

If it weren't for Xiaoxiao and Ruanwen by her side, she would definitely be overthinking things right now, wondering if her brother Qingfan had encountered danger inside, like in Spirited Away, and had been transported to a mysterious space.

"I guess Xiao Fan said he could write poetry, so the teacher asked him to write poetry inside. Writing poetry takes a lot of time, right?" Xiao Ruanwen blurted out the truth.

"Ruan Wen is right, maybe soon..."

"Qing...?"

Just as Xia Xiaoxiao was about to speak, the office door was suddenly opened from the inside.

But the person who came out was not Xu Qingfan, but a young male teacher who seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere.

"Brother Qingfan!" When Lin Wanning saw Xu Qingfan through the crack in the door, his previously droopy ahoge (cowlick) instantly stood up, and his unease vanished completely.

Xu Qingfan's ears twitched, and he turned his head to meet Lin Wanning's round eyes. He mouthed, "Gugu ga ga (Miss me)?"

"Goo-ga-ga (think)!" Lin Wanning immediately nodded in response.

"Teacher, those are my good friends outside. May I go out and chat with them first?" Xu Qingfan stood up and said.

"Of course, go ahead, go ahead." Teacher Wang held the poem he had just written on the paper in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

"Brother Qingfan!" Lin Wanning stepped forward and grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands.

"Xiao Fan, why did you take so long to go in? Are you done with your interview? Is it my turn to go in?" Xiao Ruanwen asked.

Xu Qingfan patted Lin Wanning's head and took her hand. "Not yet. It seems that I behaved too well, and the teacher is going to talk to the principal and parents."

"what?"

"Brother Qingfan is the most shrewd!"

Lin Wanning had an inexplicable confidence in him, Xia Xiaoxiao knew him inside and out, only Xiao Ruanwen seemed to have never seen the world.

"The teacher asked me to write a poem and asked me what I had for breakfast. I said soup noodles, so they said to write a poem about noodles. When I finished writing it, they were shocked."

"What kind of poem is it?" Xiao Ruanwen asked with a gossipy expression.

"Want to know?"

"think!"

"Hey, I'm not telling you."

"Ouch, you brat Xiao Fan, I'm going to hit you!"

The four of them were playfully bickering, and more and more people were queuing up behind them.

Soon, their parents were also invited over by the teacher, and Lin Wanning and Xiao Ruanwen ran to find their mother in surprise.

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong? The teacher just said you behaved exceptionally well and asked us to come over." Lin Jing pinched his little cheek.

Originally, only Lin Jing was supposed to come, but the others were curious about what had happened, so they all came along.

Xu Qingfan innocently said, "My godmother didn't. It's just that the teacher asked me to write a poem, and I just made one up. Then they made a big fuss about it. Haven't they ever seen a snake pee before?"

"Hahaha!"