He fiddled with the beads back and forth while looking at the questions, exuding a bossy aura from his small frame. In no time at all, he had finished all the questions.
All the netizens: "!!!"
"Damn! I’m so much older and I can’t flick the beads as fast as he does."
"Whine, whine, whine, my Little Mobao is just like playing."
"Ahhh! Genius, little tycoon."
"Next up, we have Little Ximi," said the voice of the show’s director.
Little Ximi went up and pretended to cough lightly, which he definitely learned from the director.
He looked at the questions, moving one bead at a time, with an air of refined elegance about him.
Very calm, very slow.
"Wow," the netizens in the live room suddenly felt a sense of peaceful time passing by.
It was the first time they saw such a temperament from Little Ximi in the live room, so similar to Celia.
They hadn’t paid much attention to it before.
Li Xingwan did too, though she liked all three kids.
One question, one question, one question...
It’s just that the ones later on...
He didn’t quite understand.
"All done, I’ve finished my performance," the child said, immediately wanting to escape, which made the netizens laugh uncontrollably.
"We clearly learned French, and now we have to experience the abacus here."
Next was Little Sweetie.
As soon as the little one came out, all eyes were on her. Only to see...
Little Sweetie had tied two little tufts in her hair and was now standing with her pale little hands in the pockets of her overalls, looking puzzled at the question board.
Her hands had no intention of touching the abacus at all.
"Pfft! Hahaha!" The netizens in the live room burst into laughter.
"My Sweetie doesn’t even intend to touch it."
"Sweetie is cracking me up!"
"Just by standing there, I see the most arrogant two-year-old plus baby in the world."
The teacher looked at her, his expression turning somewhat melancholic, and asked, "Sweetie, what do you plan to do?"
"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed themselves silly.
Little Sweetie adjusted the pretentious sunglasses on her delicate and cute little face and walked over with a swagger.
"What number is this?"
"Pfft!" The netizens burst into laughter. Li Xingwan too, laughed so hard her stomach hurt.
Wu Zichun covered his face and reminded from the side, "Seven hundred twenty."
"Oh," Little Sweetie said calmly. "So it’s seven hundred twenty. Well, I don’t recognize it."
Everyone in the live room couldn’t stop laughing.
Little Sweetie: "It might know me."
"You let it call me and see."
"I don’t have the elegance to recognize it yet."
"I’m dying of laughter, family."
Little Sweetie, as if oblivious to everyone nearly dying of laughter, swaggered over, grabbed the abacus on the table, and picked it up. "But I can perform something else for everyone," she said.
The teacher twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Okay, okay, perform something else, perform something else."
Little Sweetie held the abacus in her hand and quickly flicked it. "Look, doesn’t this look like a cute little brain tiger?"
"Pfft! Haha! Dying laughing!"
"It’s the little brain tiger!"
"Little Sweetie is just too cute."
"Yes, yes, yes," Li Xingwan cheered on frantically from the side.
Wu Zichun covered his face.
"And does this look like a cute little lion?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The netizens in the live room cheered enthusiastically once again.