Chapter 29 (Chapter 29 (Three in One)...)

Yao'er from the Song family actually made that rooster fan!

It only took half a day for the news to spread throughout the entire village.

I heard that the rooster fan can automatically produce air by shaking the rocker with your hand, which is very rare.

Many people in the village organized a group to go to Song's house to watch the fun.

Song Yao had always loved to join in the fun, and now that he was the center of the excitement, he was extremely happy. He happily sat on his little bench and was praised by others.

Everyone tried this hand-cranked fan one by one, and found that it could really make wind. Although the wind force was almost the same as the fan they used, no one said, "Didn't this create loneliness?", but they were all very enthusiastic. Said "This thing is really interesting".

Especially in order to make him look more "rooster", Song Yao specially made two small stained wooden inserts on the head and right side of the fan.

One is used as the comb and the other is used as the tail. Once the two plug-ins are decorated, this hand-cranked fan really looks like a big rooster.

Of course, if someone asks: Can this make the wind stronger?

The answer is: no.

But it can make everyone praise its excellent appearance.

The villagers were full of praise for this rooster shape:

"It's really a rooster, it looks so similar."

"When Yao'er was just born, I praised him for how smart he was and that he would definitely have a great future. It seems that I have a really good vision."

The person who said this was looked at several times by others, and they felt that he could really put money on their face.

When Song Yao was born, she was very small, her cries were weak and small, and she looked smaller than other babies of the same age.

Dashu Village always praises its children by saying, "This child will definitely grow strong and strong in the future, and he will be a good farmer."

But the way Song Yao looked at that time didn't look like he could grow strong. They couldn't open their eyes and tell lies, so many people started to praise others.

If you can't praise your body, then praise your brain.

As for how they can tell that a newborn child has a good mind... Anyway, they can tell.

As a result, Song Yao grew up listening to popular science from his family:

"When you were first born, everyone said you looked smart, and you looked like you would be promising when you grow up."

After hearing it more often, children become super confident from childhood to adulthood.

So he naturally nodded his head to express his agreement with what the uncle said.

An aunt casually touched his little head:

"I heard that Yao'er also wants to make a fan that doesn't need to be cranked by hand. Go ahead and make it. When you make it, we can fan ourselves while lying down in the summer."

Song Yao puffed up her chest and said, "I'm already drawing the design, and I'm trying to make it before the hottest summer!"

When Father Song heard this, he was afraid that the villagers would ask to see the design drawing (what if they couldn’t recognize the shape and his son would cry), so he immediately interrupted and changed the subject:

"The fact that Yao'er was able to make this hand-cranked fan is all thanks to Teacher He's help, and he deserves to have a high school degree.

Looking at the girl Wen Wenjing, she can actually teach this kind of carpentry work. "

Song Yao's attention was indeed diverted, and he corrected from the side: "Dad, it's not carpentry, it's physics."

Father Song quickly changed his mind: "Yes, it's physics. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known how hard it was to make such a small thing.

One time it was about this principle, and the other time it was about that principle. I couldn’t even remember it, but I could tell it clearly in a short time. If there was something I didn’t understand, Teacher He would understand it as soon as he explained it. "

Song Yao didn’t just get compliments on himself:

"Grandpa also understands it. As soon as I tell him, he knows it. Grandpa helped me make this fan."

Grandpa Song, who still secretly learns at an old age: "...Making this fan is indeed a good exercise in carpentry skills."

It's also a tearful thing to say.

Because this fan has a wooden structure and uses "ancient" technology, the course more or less includes some woodworking knowledge.

Song Yao had never been exposed to carpentry and thought that every carpenter would know these "basic" knowledge. He accidentally brought it out when he made fans with his grandfather.

"Grandpa, can't this be done with xxx?"

"Grandpa, do you know the xxx board-making method? They are #￥￥ and ￥%#￥x-on:, which we need to make this part."

"Grandpa, let's redo this structure today. This position will slip because..."

Faced with so much expectation, a young man with young hands can only count on his own grandson.

What can Grandpa Song, who knows how to make a bench, say?

He can only learn.

He has more life experience than Song Yao, and he obviously feels that learning these skills is a bit difficult and requires various exercises.

But after all, I had never seriously studied carpentry before. I thought that since my grandson could read it from the book, it should be a relatively simple and common carpentry skill.

So when he found it a bit difficult to learn, Grandpa Song felt very guilty.

He wondered if his learning ability was not as good as before as he got older, or else he couldn't master the skills that could be written in any book.

Grandpa Song was too embarrassed to show it, so he could only think about it secretly every day.

Sometimes in the early morning, while Song Yao is still sleeping in, Grandpa Song has already gotten up and practiced repeatedly on the wood.

Of course, after practicing, he wouldn't waste it and just threw it into the stove to use as firewood.

It was a good thing that Song Yao was also a novice. When Grandpa Song felt guilty about his failure, Song Yao felt even more guilty than him.

Although the child was spoiled by his family, he knew that the adults at home were usually busy.

As a result, he was not very skilled and wasted many days while learning.

So Song Yao was always worried that Grandpa Song would quit.

The grandfather and grandson kept wasting the tree, and in the end, they almost used up half of the tree to make this small fan with a head as big as a child's palm.

When he saw the fan turning, let alone Song Yao who had been trying hard to learn.

Even Grandpa Song's heart was beating with excitement.

It felt really good to make a working object with your own hands.

Grandpa Song felt that he had fallen in love with woodworking.

Until Song Yao said proudly: "Grandpa not only practiced carpentry skills, he also learned a lot of physics knowledge."

Grandpa Song: "... just a little bit."

Sometimes you really have to learn, otherwise you can't understand what your grandson is saying. There is no way, he can only study hard.

If he still doesn't understand after studying, he has to rely on Song Yao to explain it to him with simple examples.

In fact, he still doesn't understand a little, so it prompted Grandpa Song to work harder to learn carpentry skills, otherwise he always feels that he is holding back.

The child who has been obsessed with learning physics recently has no idea how difficult it is. He is also very enthusiastic to recommend it to everyone:

"Physics can be applied to many places, such as bicycles, trains, and airplanes. Physics knowledge is used."

"If you want to learn, you can also learn more."

Song Yao thinks that he should share such a good course with everyone.

The villagers who came to watch the fun really became interested.

They know physics.

Not long ago, Teacher He also specially notified the parents that three classes will be added every week in the future, one of which is physics.

At that time, everyone was still wondering what physics was.

It turns out that learning physics is so useful that you can even make a fan that can shake and blow out air.

And it sounds like learning physics is also useful for carpentry.

Many people were tempted.

There are still very few lazy people in Dashu Village. Even if there are, they are spoiled by their families like Song's father, but when they are really needed, they will definitely not hesitate.

At this moment, the hardworking people thought that if they had one more skill, they could also have one more meal.

The more they thought about it, the more excited they were, and they all said:

"How do I learn this?"

"Can we just go to school to listen to the class?"

Song Yao waved his little hand: "No, I know how to do it, and I can teach you now."

He has been very excited about teaching his grandfather recently, but unfortunately his grandfather is often busy. Sometimes he says he is busy (actually he is looking for an excuse to slip away), which makes the child feel a little regretful.

Because he found that when he gave a lecture, he could not only teach others, but also consolidate the knowledge he learned. After trying it a few times, Song Yao was amazed.

He even felt that even if he didn't build a spaceship, he would be able to be a good teacher.

Unfortunately, grandpa was always busy, and Song Yao only indulged in it a few times.

Now it's fine, he looked at the people in the yard, his eyes sparkling:

"If you are not busy, why don't I tell you?"

Grandpa Song, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, took a step back silently.

Grandma Song had never listened to her grandson's lecture, but when she saw her husband's action, she thought for a second, stood up, and walked to the stove as if nothing had happened.

She looked like "I don't want to listen, I'm just busy."

Other people didn't notice the reaction of the two, and they all looked at Song Yao expectantly:

"Okay, okay, youngest, tell us."

Dad Song was next to Song Yao recently, he didn't notice that his parents had run away, and he happily praised his son:

"Our youngest can be a little teacher now, he is really promising."

Hehehe, youngest is worthy of being his child, so smart.

After Song's father finished praising, he pretended to listen carefully.

Song Yao was even more beautiful after being praised by his father. He imitated Teacher He to clear his throat and said in a tender voice:

"Then let's start with the simplest one..."

The child obviously always had a fantasy about how he would teach. When he taught everyone, he was full of emotion and waved his hands from time to time.

He was talking very excitedly.

However, no matter how emotional he was, he couldn't stop everyone's expression from =0= slowly changing to =-=.

How did this child manage to make them not know what every word and sentence he said.

Seeing that Song Yao had no intention of stopping at all, and looked like he was going to continue talking until the end of time, everyone: "..."

Finally, Grandma Song brought a glass of water and handed it to her grandson.

"Drink some water."

Song Yao was a little thirsty, so he took it and drank several big gulps happily, then smiled sweetly at his grandmother.

"Thank you, grandma, you are so nice."

Grandma cared about him so much that she could even see that he was thirsty.

Grandma Song, who had already understood the meaning of her grandson's smile, said: ...

She was just worried that if her youngest son continued to say that, everyone in the yard would leave immediately.

When the time came, her grandson would come over and cry loudly, and she would have to comfort him.

Grandma Song said very reliably:

"Your uncles and grandparents are very busy every day. How can you find time to learn these things? Look at your grandfather helping you make fans recently. Does your father have to work more?"

The adults around him nodded immediately, indicating that they were really busy.

So I won’t teach you this lesson.

It’s not that they don’t want to learn, it’s just that they don’t have the time.

Song Yao seemed to think so too.

Adults don't have as much free time as children. They are either doing this job or that job every day. They really don't have time to study.

The child feels a little sympathy for the elders who have watched him grow up.

He said to 005: [The adults are so pitiful. When they grow up, they don’t have time to study. They must feel very uncomfortable. They can’t even study. It’s so miserable. 】

005 also expressed sympathy: [What a human tragedy. 】

The AI, which was also trained by the system, was very emotional: [Human beings seem to be like this. When they are young and have time to study, they always want to play. When they grow up, they miss the learning time as a child. 】

Song Yao clenched his fists: [So I must seize the time to study before I grow up. 】

Humph, he doesn't want to regret it when he grows up.

He will no longer play and study every day!

005 comforted him: [Don’t worry, host. You have me. Even when you grow up, I can help you find time to study. 】

Song Yao thought it made sense.

However, after seeing everyone off in the village, he still said to his father very seriously:

"Dad, I will spend all my time studying from now on, so don't play with me next time."

Dad Song: Haha.

He didn't quite believe it, but still said: "No problem, I promise not to disturb your study."

Song Yao went to study with confidence.

An hour later, the child put down his pen, countless things flashing through his mind.

Grasshoppers, butterflies, stones, fighting cocks, hopscotch, climbing trees...

He secretly looked back at his father who was working, stood up and started to walk out slowly, little by little, and finally moved to the door.

Father Song looked like he had eyes on his back. His back was obviously turned to him, but he suddenly said:

"Why go?"

Song Yao felt guilty: "I want to go out and have some fun."

Father Song snickered in his heart.

I knew it would be like this.

But he was like this when he was a child, and he didn't pursue what the child said.

He just said: "Come back before dark, or I won't care if your grandma beats your ass."

"I'll definitely come back before dark!!" Song Yao happily agreed.

After going out to play, he suddenly let out joy and ran fast.

【005! It rained yesterday, let's go step in the mud puddles! 】

005 also liked mud puddles and immediately followed: [Okay, okay. 】

One person and one unit completely forgot what they were lamenting an hour ago, they were all very happy to play in the mud puddle.

Song Yao was busy making a hand-cranked fan during this period and had very little time for fun.

He planned to have a good time when he came out to play this time.

When we arrived at the big mud puddle near the school, there were already several children playing in it.

I don't know when this mud pit appeared. Anyway, in Song Yao's memory, he loved playing here since he was a child. Especially after it rains, the mud pit will become a little wet but not that wet.

At this time, take off your shoes and step on it with bare feet, and it will gradually become soft and elastic.

So slowly, this place became a natural playground for the children in the village.

Seeing that the best seats were all taken, Song Yao quickly took off his shoes and joined in.

Then several more children came.

The location of the mud pit is gradually becoming insufficient.

In addition, everyone was running and jumping, bumping and bumping, always bumping into the people next to them, bumping into each other, and getting angry.

Then inexplicably, it turned into a collision.

Song Yao was also hit. He looked up and saw that it was Zhao Xiaodong.

The two of them fought frequently, and Song Yao immediately became fighting spirit. He grabbed a handful of mud and rushed forward without any fear:

"Come on! Let's see the move!!"

Zhao Xiaodong was startled by his shout, and soon he puffed up his chest not to be outdone:

"Come here, I'm afraid of you!"

"Watch my black tiger take out your heart!"

"My white crane spreads my wings!"

"My beast comes down the mountain!"

"Hmph, I'm a hunter. No matter how fierce you are, you'll still be beaten by me!"

The two of them went back and forth and quickly rolled into a ball.

Song Yao quickly slapped a piece of mud on Zhao Xiaodong's head with quick eyesight and said: "Hahahaha, I win!"

Logically speaking, the battle should have ended at this time, but Zhao Xiaodong, with mud on his head, refused to admit defeat and pounced on Song Yao with a lump on his head.

Both of them got really excited, and soon they stopped slapping each other in the mud and started moving their hands.

You kick me, I kick you, no one wants to suffer.

005 The entire AI is confused.

I learned from the training class: [Host, good kids don’t fight. 】

After a while it turned into: [Host, kick his ass! His ass kicks! 】

One of the two relied on agility and intelligence, as well as half a staff officer, and the other relied on force value and rampant energy, and the fight was so confusing.

The surrounding children were still fighting each other, but they were somehow involved in this war.

They didn't have Song Yao who could hide, and they didn't have Zhao Xiaodong who could resist beatings. After being beaten a few times, they couldn't help but burst into tears:

"If you two fight, just fight. Why are you hitting me?"

"Zhao Xiaodong! You hit my brother!"

"Song Yaoer, you hit my sister!!"

More and more children are being affected, but Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong are like bastards, completely ignoring the outside world and biting each other without letting go.

They rolled from the east to the west of the mud pit, and then from the north to the south, making several happily playing children cry in one breath.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several older children went up and pulled her a few times but could not hold her back. Seeing a group of people crying around her, they wiped their face covered with mud spots, twisted their faces and ran to school.

A sharp-eyed child saw: "You are still beating me, Hu Ying and the others have gone to school to find the teacher."

However, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were fighting vigorously and didn't hear them at all.

They already had a feud (the two thought so). Zhao Xiaodong looked down on Song Yao for being small, and Song Yao looked down on Zhao Xiaodong for being domineering.

They had fought several times before when they were not in school, but because the battlefield was on the ground, Song Yao basically won.

When school first started, Zhao Xiaodong even laughed at Song Yao for talking to a chicken in front of Teacher He.

A few days ago, Zhao Xiaodong climbed a branch and it grew too strong. The branch was crushed by him, causing him to fall flat on his butt.

Song Yao, who was busy making fans at the time and hadn't come out to play for a long time, put down the fan and ran to his house.

Just to laugh at him.

These "old things" accumulated together, and today finally came to a big explosion.

When Teacher He came, the two children were butting each other's heads like cows, and there was a long ditch in the mud under their feet.

It can be seen that they should push this one over and the other one back again.

Before she could speak, she saw Zhao Xiaodong exerting force. Song Yao took several steps back and was unable to stand still. He fell to the ground with a thud and fell on his back.

He suddenly fell down, and Zhao Xiaodong had no place to put his strength, so he fell down without even reacting.

He fell down and fell to the ground.

The two children were stunned for a moment, and then they felt pain on their bodies, and they both burst into tears.

The little children around who had just stopped crying heard them crying, and they were also made to cry.

Facing the crying child, Teacher He said: "..."

She felt that she had faced the biggest challenge in her educational career.

There are just too many kids.

In the end, Teacher He could only let the older children take away their younger siblings, and then let the children who could still be coaxed go home on their own.

For younger children, she could only ask other children to send them back.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong cried so much that they were the main culprits and were left until the end.

After the other children had left, Zhao Xiaodong and Song Yao, who were covered in mud, cried for a while and realized something was wrong. They began to cry secretly and opened a slit to look at her. Then she put on a serious face:

"Come on, tell me how the fight started?"

Zhao Xiaodong immediately complained: "Song Yao started it first!"

Song Yao was not to be outdone: "You hit me first!"

"I didn't mean it!"

"Then why didn't you stop when I won? You did it on purpose."

"You're talking nonsense, you did it on purpose."

"You are it! You are it!"

"I'm not! You are!"

Neither of the two children could convince the other, and they were stared at with a stern gaze by the teacher. They felt extremely aggrieved. They argued and argued, and both cried together.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu You hit me first, it was obviously you who did it first!"

"Oh no, no, teacher, he hit me first."

Teacher He, whose ears were filled with crying again: "..."

How could she have thought that Song Yao was well-behaved, sensible, and steady before, while Zhao Xiaodong looked like a little grown-up?

In the end, she had to intervene:

"Weren't you all fine before? Why are you so angry this time, and you started fighting while talking?"

Song Yao wiped her tears and sobbed:

"I didn't get along well with him. I've been busy studying and working as a fan these days and haven't had time to pay attention to him."

Zhao Xiaodong rarely agreed with his words and said angrily:

"We used to have a fight in a few days. I'm not too angry."

After he finished speaking, he added: "It's not that Song Yao doesn't have time to pay attention to me, it's that I don't want to pay attention to him! Humph!"

Teacher Ho:"……"

It was common for them to fight together.

Because she came, Song Yao started to study hard, and the two of them didn't fight before.

Although he knew that becoming a teacher would inevitably face conflicts between students, Teacher He was still deeply worried when he encountered this kind of overhand beating for the first time.

No matter... two of her students were fighting, and she, as a teacher, also had the responsibility to discipline them.

Just take care of it...how to take care of this?

She had a headache for a while and decided to trace the origin.

"What was your first fight about?"

Zhao Xiaodong remembered it very clearly. He sniffed aggrievedly and said loudly: "Song Yao laughed at me for not having a father!"

Teacher He looked solemn and turned to look at Song Yao:

"Did you really say that?"

Song Yao was shocked:

"I didn't! You're talking nonsense! Why should I laugh at you for not having a father! It's already so miserable when your father dies. Why should I laugh at you!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Xiaodong was stunned, and tears began to gather in his eyes.

Song Yao was also stunned. Grandma Song had taught him not to mention this matter in front of Zhao Xiaodong. He felt a little regretful and guilty, and whispered:

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it."

Zhao Xiaodong wiped away his tears fiercely: "I don't want you to apologize!"

Song Yao was so angry that he muttered: "It's obviously because you want to steal my father!"

When Zhao Xiaodong saw that he still refused to admit it, his eyes were red with anger:

"Whoever wants to steal your daddy, I have a daddy!"

Song Yao was unconvinced and began to purse her lips: "You just want to rob my dad!!"

He remembered it clearly: "I heard it all, clearly! Don't think that I don't remember the past six years!"

Zhao Xiaodong shed tears while insisting:

"You can't lie to me. I remember clearly what happened six years ago! I have a very good memory!"

Teacher He on the side: "...Wait a minute, how old were you six years ago?"

Song Yao sniffed and said pitifully with mud on his face: "Two years old."

Zhao Xiaodong also sniffed: "Three years old."

Teacher Ho:"……"

She looked at Zhao Xiaodong, who was as tall as an eleven or twelve-year-old child in front of her, and found it hard to accept that he was only nine years old this year.

Since the two children had their own opinions, Teacher He decided to help them reminisce.

"Each of you, tell us what the situation was like at that time."

"Zhao Xiaodong, you speak first."

Zhao Xiaodong obviously hadn't recalled it for a long time. He was a little confused for a moment. It took him several seconds before he said something under Song Yao's contemptuous gaze:

"I missed my dad that day. Song Yao's grandma came to my house to play. I was eating baked potatoes and saw that she had brought Song Yao and gave him half."

Song Yao snorted: "I also gave you half of my corn."

As the two of them talked to each other, Teacher He gradually understood what was going on at that time.

At that time, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were still two little peas, and Zhao Xiaodong had not started to grow taller. They were the same height, similar age, and both were good at talking, so they could play together easily.

Six years ago, one day when Zhao Xiaodong was three years old, he and his two-year-old Song Yaoxiao Douding shared delicious food with each other and started chatting.

The two insisted that it was during the chat that the other party revealed his sinister intentions.

Zhao Xiaodong thought Song Yao was laughing at him for not having a father.

Song Yao thought Zhao Xiaodong wanted to rob his father.

Seeing them arguing again while talking, Teacher He rubbed his forehead with a headache:

"What exactly did you say at that time?"

Two children: "..."

They kind of don't remember this.

After all, six years had passed, and they were only a little older then.

I just remember that potatoes are delicious and corn is also delicious, and then they had a quarrel, and the reason for the quarrel was what they thought.

Seeing that both of them were a little guilty, Teacher He said warmly:

"You were young at that time and didn't understand many things. Maybe you misunderstood it. Otherwise, if you think about it carefully, what exactly was said at that time?"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong started to remember hard.

In the end, Song Yao's eyes suddenly lit up:

"I remembered!! I said my dad is the best dad in the world!"

Zhao Xiaodong was also led to remember something:

"I seemed to say that the best father in the world is my father, and then Song Yao said that I was wrong. The best father in the world is not my father."

The two sensible children, who had already gone to school, suddenly realized something and looked at each other blankly, their expressions gradually becoming guilty.

Teacher He also understood.

She pointed out: "Six years ago, you all thought that the best father in the world could only be one person."

So after two-year-old Song Yao insisted that the best father in the world was his father, Xiao Douding Zhao Xiaodong, who already knew that his father had passed away, felt that he was laughing at him.

When three-year-old Zhao Xiaodong insisted on this, he told two-year-old Song Yao that he wanted the best dad in the world to be his dad.

Because the best dad in the world is his Song Yao’s dad!

Then the two-year-old and the three-year-old had a big fight, and this impression has been left on each other ever since.

When they were two or three years old, they couldn't figure out what "the best dad in the world" meant, but when they were eight or nine years old, they could.

In the past six years, the two children who later discovered that it was a misunderstanding were confused.

In the past six years, they had turned against each other and fought dozens of times. Was it all a misunderstanding?

Seeing that both students understood, Teacher He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Being a teacher is really hard work. Not only do you have to teach knowledge, but you also have to deal with this kind of thing.

If it weren't for these two children's really good memories, I don't know when they would have broken up today.

Now that the original reason for the fight was clear, Teacher He began to mediate:

"You used to be children, and it was normal to have such misunderstandings, but now, you two are no longer two or three-year-old children, so stop being so impulsive."

"Teacher knows that you are all good by nature..."

She paused and continued without conscience:

"We are all good children and very sensible. Now that we know this is a misunderstanding, how about we shake hands and make peace? Come on, shake hands. I will count one, two, three, and extend my hands at the same time."

"one two three."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong awkwardly stretched out their hands and held them together.

Teacher He could also see that they had deep grudges (she had no enemies for more than six years), so she thought about it and said:

"Song Yao, aren't you making a fan clock? Why don't you do it with Zhao Xiaodong?"

Song Yao immediately looked at Zhao Xiaodong with a bit of disdain: "Can he do it?"

Zhao Xiaodong was angry at his look and snorted: "Don't look down on me, my physics grades are very good."

Song Yao snorted: "That's not as good as me. The teacher said that my physics talent is the best in the village!"

Zhao Xiaodong: "The teacher said that about me too!"

"Impossible, the teacher said that I am the best in the village."

"You must have heard it wrong. The teacher said that I am the best in the village yesterday."

They all looked at Teacher He: "Teacher! Which of us do you think has the best talent?!"

Teacher He, who said "You are the most talented child in the village" to all students: ...

How would she know? She can't measure IQ.

It's just that she saw that the children learned quickly and praised them casually.

She laughed dryly: "It's not important. No matter how talented a person is, knowledge will not come to him without learning."

"So if you want to compete, you have to study hard."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were not fooled this time, and they looked at her suspiciously.

"Teacher, don't lie to us."

Song Yao nodded: "That's right, we are not three-year-old children."

Zhao Xiaodong agreed: "That's right, we are not easy to fool."

Teacher He: "...Why don't we talk about how to make a fan clock?"

Song Yao immediately frowned vigilantly: "Teacher, are you changing the subject?"

Zhao Xiaodong also observed: "Teacher, you are definitely changing the subject."

Seeing that Teacher He was stiff and speechless.

They looked at each other and sighed together.

One said: "I know that adults always lie to children."

The other said: "After lying to the children, they still said that children should not interfere in adult affairs."

"I didn't expect that teachers would lie."

Song Yao thought about it and said something to Teacher He:

"She also wanted to encourage us, it was a white lie."

Zhao Xiaodong agreed: "Although a white lie is also a lie, I am willing to forgive you, teacher."

Song Yao also said generously: "Yes, we forgive you, teacher, you don't have to feel sorry."

The forgiven Teacher He: "..."

Is it her illusion?

Why do I feel that these two children together have more than one plus one equals two.

She began to doubt whether it was a correct decision for her to make the two reconcile.

But Song Yao began to think that it would be good to add Zhao Xiaodong to the fan clock plan.

Zhao Xiaodong is tall, has good grades, and can also call on many children. With his help, it should be faster, and he and Zhao Xiaodong were friends before.

Well... when he was two years old.

And Zhao Xiaodong has just started learning physics...

He can give Zhao Xiaodong a lesson!

Zhao Xiaodong was also eager to try. When he saw Song Yao making a hand-cranked fan, he wanted to do it too, but he had to give up because he had a bad relationship with Song Yao.

In addition, although he didn't say it, he still wanted to be friends with Song Yao in his heart, but he was still upset about the fact that the other party laughed at his father.

Now that he knew it was a misunderstanding, he was relieved.

Both of them were very happy in their hearts, and they both showed an expression of "I am reconciling with you to give face to the teacher".

Next, Song Yao started to do activities with Zhao Xiaodong, but both of them were a little grudgeful, and they were unwilling to give each other a good face even if they studied together, made fan clocks together, and climbed trees together.

Only when they were together with Teacher He did their relationship seem to be better.

They talked back and forth very well.

For example, today:

Song Yao was about to ask a question, but suddenly sniffed:

"Teacher, did you burn the pot? I smell a burnt smell."

Zhao Xiaodong immediately showed concern:

"I didn't see any burnt food outside. Did you eat all the food? You won't have diarrhea, will you?"

Song Yao was very calm: "It's okay. The teacher's cooking skills are not good. She often burns the food. She is used to it. She shouldn't have diarrhea."

Zhao Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Teacher, don't worry. Everyone has something they are not good at.

Although your cooking is terrible, you are kind and kind. As long as you don't give us the food you cook, we still like you very much."

Teacher He, who was hurt several times: "..."

After sending the two children away, she got a letter from classmate Ye Xinghua.

In it, he enthusiastically shared with her an interesting thing he found:

[When people face a common enemy, they tend to be more united and friendly. Even if there were disputes before, they can temporarily put them aside and face the outside world in unison. Isn't it interesting? 】

The more she read, the more she felt that she was the "common enemy": "..."

She recalled carefully and confirmed that she had not told Ye Xinghua about her two students.

He should not be mocking her.

Teacher He was relieved and touched her heart and continued to read:

[I remember you said you were not good at cooking in high school. A few days ago, I went home and tried to cook. Although it was my first time, it was surprisingly simple for me.

The taste was very good, with good color, fragrance and taste, so I fell in love with cooking. I really hope you can taste the food I cook. 】

Teacher He, who had just been stabbed by Song Yao Zhao Xiaodong: "..."

Is this a mockery? Is it a mockery? Is it a mockery?

First, she said she was not good at cooking, and then he was very successful in his first cooking.

Too naked!

Damn, if it wasn't for Ye Xinghua's help...

She took a few deep breaths, replied to the letter to praise the other party, and gritted her teeth to calm down.

In the distance, Ye Xinghua had just finished writing and said to the young man who had just put down his pen:

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that the student taught by classmate He is making rapid progress."

"Although I am more than enough now, I feel that this may not be the case after a while, so I have to study harder."

The young man thought he was thinking too much:

"You must be too nervous about classmate He. Isn't that child only eight years old? You are one of the best among us, you can't even teach an eight-year-old child."

"Even if he improves faster, he is only eight years old. Children have something to learn."

Ye Xinghua wanted to say something else, but the other party He had already asked:

"How was it? Did you behave well when you wrote to classmate He this time?"

He immediately forgot about the eight-year-old classmate, his ears turned red, and he whispered:

"Yes, classmate He is not a good cook, so I said... I said I tried to cook and thought it was delicious, and I hope she can eat it too."

"I think it should be right to make up for what is lacking, right?"

The young man patted his shoulder in praise:

"Okay! Your idea is right. Since classmate He is not a good cook, she will definitely want to find a partner who is good at cooking. If your first cooking is so delicious..."

He said firmly:

"She will definitely think you are a good man!"