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

Chapter 11 True Opening

To find out what kind of poem Xu Qingfan wrote, we need to go back ten minutes.

"Noodles... noodles, what kind of noodles should I have?"

He muttered to himself, making small marks on the paper with his pen.

Xu Qingfan pictured a bowl of steaming hot soup noodles, then thought of "A Bite of China" and longevity noodles.

"A single noodle connects us year after year; a bowl of soup is filled with peace and health," he wrote on the paper.

In the context of a test, these two sentences would certainly be enough to get by, but they don't count as poetry.

As Xu Qingfan looked at the words he had written on the paper, a public service announcement suddenly flashed through his mind like lightning.

From a child's first steps to a tall adult, from a mother's youthful figure to her graying and stooped state, the seasons change, each a moment of life unfolds.

Xu Qingfan picked up his pen again and wrote with divine inspiration.

...

"The noodles of this world, every bowl eaten is one less bowl available."

"Every time we meet someone in this world, it's one less time we'll see them."

"You should eat noodles often."

"Noodles should be eaten often."

Lin Jing and Wen Wanqing read the poem on the paper one line at a time, leaving everyone present utterly dumbfounded, as they had been so dismissive just moments before.

It was as if the phrase "Never seen a giant snake urinate" floated above everyone's head.

"Xiao Fan, did you really write this?!"

"Mm." Xu Qingfan felt a little embarrassed by the stares and scratched the back of his head before nodding.

Lin Wanning wasn't tall enough, so she hopped and skipped to see the poem written on the paper. The righteous judge quickly stepped in: "It was written by Brother Qingfan! Ningning recognizes Brother Qingfan's handwriting! This is Brother Qingfan's writing!"

Lin Wanning's unconventional behavior quickly dispelled everyone's shock.

Principal Song, with his single eyelids, narrowed his eyes into slits and said with a smile, "In ancient times, there was Fang Zhongyong who could write poetry at the age of five without a teacher. Qingfan is already six years old this year, so it's not surprising that he has a talent for writing poetry."

"But the key is to nurture him properly and prevent him from becoming another prodigy who failed to live up to his potential!"

"That's right, that's right."

That makes sense!

Principal Song quickly took control of the conversation and turned the topic back to Xu Qingfan: "Xiao Fan, when did you start writing poetry?"

Lin Jing was equally curious. How could the little rascal who grew up right under her nose suddenly become a little literary genius?

"I started writing this year. My godmother is a primary school teacher, and she would teach me to recognize characters and write poems whenever she had time. Gradually, I became interested." Xu Qingfan pointed to Lin Jing.

Seeing everyone looking at her, Lin Jing felt secretly pleased and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear: "Yes, that's right. In my spare time, I teach Xiao Fan and Xiao Xiao to recognize characters."

[That's right, it's all thanks to what I've been exposed to since childhood!]

"Interest is the best teacher. Keep up the good work, Xiao Fan!"

"It's all thanks to my godmother's excellent teaching!"

"Not at all, it's Xiao Fan who has talent."

"Talented horses are common, but discerning judges of horses are rare!"

Xia Xiaoxiao's lips twitched; she could no longer look directly at the two people closest to her.

"Ahem... Xiao Fan is excellent, and Comrade Lin is also a very good teacher. Let's get back to the interview." Principal Song coughed awkwardly, regaining control of the conversation.

Xu Qingfan's interview is over, but Lin Wanning, Xia Xiaoxiao, and Xiao Ruanwen's interviews haven't started yet. The three of them wanted to come and watch the excitement, but Principal Song waved his hand and agreed to personally interview them.

"Hello teacher, my name is Lin Wanning, I am six years old, and I have just graduated from Hongxing Kindergarten. I am good at drawing, and I can also ski and sail. Thank you, teacher, that concludes my introduction."

Lin Qiaoshan and Wen Wanqing looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Did you take your daughter skiing?"

"Did you take your daughter sailing?"

"No!" ×2

Skiing and sailing couldn't be demonstrated on the spot, so Lin Wanning drew a cartoon portrait of Principal Song with a pencil, and then passed the interview smoothly.

When it was Xiao Ruanwen's turn, after introducing herself, she performed a set of Bagua boxing on the open ground. Her movements were clean and crisp, and her punches were sharp and powerful, accompanied by the sound of air being cut and the sound of force.

Two words: Soaring Dragon!

"Ruan Wen, Ruan Wen, you're awesome!"

After the performance, Lin Wanning was the first to lead the applause.

The crowd also applauded generously. Compared to a prodigy like Xu Qingfan, a prodigy like Xiao Ruanwen who grew step by step was more acceptable.

Song Youcai nodded repeatedly, he really hit the jackpot today!

A martial arts master and a literary prodigy—with proper marketing, one could save an unimaginable amount of money on advertising.

And then there's Lin Wanning, the real estate tycoon's daughter. Wherever she wants to go to school, people will be eager to take her.

After Xiao Ruanwen came down, she gave them a high-five to celebrate. Only Xia Xiaoxiao hadn't had her interview yet.

"Keep it up, little one!"

"Go, little one!"

Xia Xiaoxiao rubbed Ruan Wen's face, then poked Wan Ning's tuft of hair on his head, glanced at Xu Gouzi, and stopped smiling.

Fine, then she won't act anymore.

"Hello teacher, my name is Xia Xiaoxiao, I am six years old, and I graduated from Hongxing Kindergarten. I am especially good at math."

Song Youcai picked up his teacup and took a small sip. He knew in his heart that no matter how Xia Xiaoxiao performed, he would definitely recruit her. Consider it a buy-one-get-one-free bonus.

Although Xia Xiaoxiao had emphasized that she was "exceptionally good," he didn't care and casually interrupted, "Being good at math means being rational and having good logical thinking. Let me give you a simple test: what is five plus seven?"

"twelve."

Song Youcai gave a thumbs up and said exaggeratedly, "Wow, you got the answer so quickly! Little student, your math is really good. Hmm, you passed the interview!"

No?

Xia Xiaoxiao: "???"

"Teacher, please test me again. I'm really good at math, I..."

"Okay, the teacher already knows..."

"I've already taught myself junior high school math!"

"What?!"

Song Youcai immediately lost his composure, his eyes widening: "Little classmate, are you saying you've already self-studied elementary and middle school math? Is that what you mean?"

"That's right, teacher, you can give me any questions you like."

Xia Xiaoxiao crossed her arms and glanced at Xu Qingfan. Seeing that he wasn't surprised at all, but instead glared at her angrily, she realized that he had known all along.

"11 x 12?" Song Youcai asked tentatively.

"One hundred and twenty plus twelve equals one hundred and thirty-two." Xia Xiaoxiao counted in seconds.

"It's the distributive property of multiplication!" Lin Jing, who teaches elementary school math, immediately guessed Xiaoxiao's solution.

"Fifty-seven times one hundred and thirty-five?" Song Youcai continued to pose questions.

Xia Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes in disgust. Why couldn't these stupid humans understand that being good at math didn't mean they were good at calculations?

Otherwise, what's the point of having a calculator?

Coincidentally, she is one of the very few people who are good at math and have excellent calculation skills.

"Seven thousand six hundred and ninety-five!"

After about five seconds, Xia Xiaoxiao gave her answer.

"Did Brother Qingfan get it right?" Lin Wanning was still counting on his fingers, but the more he counted, the more confused he became. Something was wrong.

Song Youcai hurriedly found a calculator to check the calculation. Just as "7695" appeared on the screen, Xia Xiaoxiao's voice rang out again.

"The square root is 87.7, followed by a bunch of decimals."

The room fell silent again.

After a while.

Song Youcai, having just recovered from his shock, asked:

"Um... Ms. Lin, you teach elementary school math, right?"

"Ah...yes, that's right."

"Well, I was wondering if you've considered switching to another school for work?"

"ah?"

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