Teacher Chen, who had already become the third-grade homeroom teacher, returned the greeting with a gentle smile and then expertly pulled out two simple test papers for them to work on at the nearby table.
Er Ya finished first, scoring over eighty in both subjects.
Teacher Chen glanced at the paper and was slightly disappointed. She had thought that the Jiang Family had sent another genius to her class.
But it wasn’t bad either, "The knowledge is well-mastered, you can go straight into third grade. Come, you two, follow me."
A few minutes later, Da Ya also finished, scoring only 62, just making the passing mark.
Considering that Da Ya was older and had some learning foundation, Teacher Chen also agreed to let her join her class.
While Da Ya and Er Ya were smoothly entering third grade, Jiang Mianmian was also taken by her dad to the town’s school to finish her enrolment.
"Dad, you can go back. I can go in by myself," Jiang Mianmian said, waving goodbye to her dad at the entrance of the Junior One Class One classroom.
Jiang Changhai also waved his hand with a smile, "Alright, my girl, go ahead. Remember to find the teacher if you need anything."
"Got it," said Jiang Mianmian before walking into the classroom with her little backpack.
Jiang Mianmian didn’t arrive early. By the time she got to Class One, there were already over twenty students there, most of whom had advanced from the town’s elementary school, so many were familiar faces.
At this time, they, seeing that they and people they knew were all in the same class, greeted each other very warmly.
As soon as Jiang Mianmian entered the room, the students stopped their chatter involuntarily upon seeing her.
"Little friend, are you here to drop off your brother or sister?" asked a student closest to the door, looking at the fair and delicate Jiang Mianmian entering with a small backpack, smiling curiously.
Jiang Mianmian also smiled sweetly, "No, I’m here to go to school."
"To school? How old are you this year?" the girl who first spoke to Jiang Mianmian asked in surprise, sizing her up.
"I skipped grades to be here. I’m nine years old."
Jiang Mianmian’s voice was not soft, but because the classroom was quite noisy, only a few nearby students heard her, and they were very shocked.
"Wow, she can be in Junior One at nine? She’s really amazing."
"Yeah, isn’t that even younger than Zhong Yuan, who scored first place in our elementary school? I remember he skipped two grades, and he’s ten this year, right? Who do you think is more impressive?"
"It must be that little girl, right? I think I saw her at an award ceremony before, she’s the one whose essay was published in the national newspaper, Jiang Mianmian, right?"
"That’s the Little Genius? No wonder then, if it’s really her, I’m not surprised." free\we,bnovel.c o(m)
"She looks so cute, fair and tender like a doll, with such big eyes and long eyelashes. She looks like a porcelain doll, I want to be her desk mate!"
The older kids in Junior One, looking at the adorable and tender Jiang Mianmian, had no awe for a scholar yet, only affection for a soft cute creature.
Jiang Mianmian, having gotten used to being the center of attention over the years, calmly walked to the front row with her backpack and sat down in an empty seat.
Just as she sat down, the bell for the first class of the term rang, and subsequently a tall woman in her thirties holding a teaching plan entered the room.
"Hello, students, I am your homeroom teacher, my last name is Qiu, just call me Teacher Qiu."