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"Dad, will I think of going to your school tomorrow?" Wang Xiaoming begged his father to say.

"Dad has to go to school at school. How can you take care of yourself?" Wang Kun said with a smile. Wang Xiaoming is less than two years old and can't even wipe his butt. How can he take him to school?

"I can take care of myself. If you don't believe me, please ask my second sister, she can prove it." Although Wang Xiaoming didn't want to use a tone of coquettishness, which made him feel a little disgusted, but now he is only over one year old, so he can't let his parents feel anything. Besides, it will be natural to get used to coquettishness.

"You can take care of yourself, just talk about going to the toilet. The toilet in our school is on the second floor, the septic tank underneath, and it uses wooden boards. Not long ago, a student accidentally fell down. How can I rest assured that you are a child? No, no, no." Wang Kun shook his head firmly and said.

"Then please let my second sister accompany me?" Wang Xiaoming's eyes rolled and he thought of a compromise.

"You two little guys need someone to hug you, how can I hug you two?" Wang Kun still shook his head and said.

"We can walk on our own, right? Second sister." Wang Xiaoming said.

"Dad's school is not fun." Wang Mei was a little hesitant. It was more than four miles from home to the town, and she had to walk forty or fifty minutes. Wang Mei went there once last year. At that time, my father hugged her, but she still had a hard time walking. She still remembered it fresh.

"But there are delicious foods sold in the school." In this era when candy can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, this sentence is definitely the biggest attraction.

"There are a lot of delicious food in my father's school." Wang Mei said immediately. When I went to school last year, didn't my father buy snacks for him? If there was something delicious, it would be worth it to walk for two hours.

Seeing his second sister moved, Wang Xiaoming continued to work hard, "There should be a football game in the school, right?"

"Yes, there is a big ball in my dad's room." Wang Xiaoming's words evoked Wang Mei's memories. Although he walked forty or fifty minutes, nearly an hour, he definitely felt like he had entered heaven after he arrived at school. Moreover, the students in the school like to play with her, and being able to play with those big brothers is one of his greatest pleasures.

"Sanmao, how do you know there is a ball in my room?" Wang Kun smiled.

"What my second sister told me before." Wang Xiaoming smiled sly and replied. Actually, it was what Wang Kun knew when he took him to school to play after he was five years old.

"Dad, I'm going to go tomorrow too." Wang Mei finally made up her mind.

"Okay, but you have to take your brother well, especially when going to the bathroom, you must tell me, do you know?" Wang Kun finally compromised.

The next day, Wang Kun took his son and daughter to school. On the way, Wang Xiaoming was exhausted and panting when he was halfway through. But he gritted his teeth and did not stop. You should know that he is only a child less than two years old now, so he was allowed to walk for half an hour in a row. Such exercise was quite amazing for him.

"Sanmao, let me carry you for a while." Wang Kun was actually observing his son. When he saw that he was still persisting when he couldn't walk, Wang Kun picked him up.

There was nothing to say all the way, after Wang Kun hugged Wang Xiaoming, their speed became much faster. You should know that at the beginning, although Wang Kun was holding Wang Xiaoming, his speed was the slowest. After arriving at Santang Town Middle School, Wang Xiaoming fell asleep.

It was not until the school did radio gymnastics that Wang Xiaoming was awakened by the commands on the radio. When he saw that he was sleeping in the same bed, there was no one in the room. After getting out of bed, Wang Xiaoming saw his second sister at the door. At this time, she was watching hundreds of students doing exercises on the playground. There were a few children beside her, and Wang Xiaoming knew that they were children of teachers in the school.

Hundreds of people were doing the same action, and such a scene was definitely very spectacular. How could Wang Mei usually see so many people?

"Second sister, why don't you call me when you arrive at school?" Wang Xiaoming said.

"Dad doesn't let me call you. You can play by yourself. I'll watch them do fucking." Wang Mei said. She has found a playmate here. They are about the same age and can play games. But if he is with Wang Xiaoming, he usually doesn't talk much, and the same is true at home.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't ask for it. There were many books in his father's room. In addition to textbooks and some extracurricular reading materials, there were some novels he collected from students, and some novels were even handwritten. In this era of extremely poor information, such books would be Wang Xiaoming's greatest excitement.

Wang Xiaoming soon became immersed in the novels of Piaotian and online, which were completely written in Piaotian and read 150,000 to 200,000 words. But now, he has only read a novel of less than 30,000 words. Wang Xiaoming now regards these novels as rare varieties, and wants to read one less article, so he reads it very slowly. You must know that after reading it every time, he can basically memorize it completely, so after reading it once, he has never had the interest to read it again.

"Sanmao, I heard from your sister that you came to our school for the first time, but you didn't even leave the door. Don't you want to come here to play? Why do you always stay in the room?" Wang Kun picked up Wang Xiaoming and kissed him fiercely on the face.

"I like to play in this room." Wang Xiaoming said. What else can he say besides this? Could it be that he was reading the monthly novel he confiscated? Even if he told him, he would not believe it.

During lunch, Wang Kun introduced his son to his colleagues at the school. Of course, Wang Xiaoming had to call uncles, aunts, uncles, grandfathers and other names obediently. Anyway, there were more than a dozen teachers in the school, all of whom recognized them. In fact, Wang Xiaoming had an impression of most of these teachers, and several of them had taught him after he went to junior high school in the future.

Noon time is resting for others, but it is simply a torture for Wang Xiaoming. He doesn't want to be called around by others, and he has to pretend to be very sweet. Moreover, he has finally come to school, so he doesn't want to waste his time on it.

After finally waiting for Wang Kun to go to class, Wang Xiaoming could finally return to his room to read books again. Wang Mei had a lot of fun with the children of other teachers in the school, and had almost forgotten him.

When he went back in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoming insisted on walking halfway, and then he let Wang Kun carry him home. Like in the morning, Wang Xiaoming fell asleep on the road. Sleeping was not changed by his will. Although his common sense and memory were maintained after thirty years, his body was still very weak. When his physical strength was overdrawn, his body had to rest.
Chapter completed!