Daddy Academy

Chapter 3283 Little Red Horse's "Chaotic" Night

On their first night at Little Red Horse Academy, the six interns encountered many unexpected situations.

The management here is chaotic yet orderly, free yet well-organized.

But no matter what, they cannot deny that the children here are really happy. Although there are crying and arguing, and even some fighting, the atmosphere is so joyful that the air is filled with happiness.

Some people exclaimed that it's no wonder children love coming here; it truly has a magical charm that makes people like it, and even they quickly fell in love with it.

They preferred the relaxed atmosphere here to the orderly school.

At 7 p.m., a shocking scene unfolded for the trainees!

A group of children were sitting in front of the TV watching the news broadcast, and they were watching with great interest, occasionally making comments.

They recognized Xiaobai as the leader of the group of children, and Robin, who had patrolled with Liuliu not long ago, was also there.

"Another war! Why can't it stop for a while?"

"My little aunt, my steel fork is more powerful than a gun."

"Robin, you'll get shot."

……

The group was genuinely discussing the news.

"this?"

An elderly woman from the community, who was there for on-the-job training, couldn't help but look puzzled. How could such a young child like to watch the news? Even she didn't like it; the only person in her family who watched it was her husband.

Another young community worker said, "I understand less and less about this place."

Just after 7:30, a child immediately ran over to remind us: "Little Bai, Little Bai! It's time for us to watch cartoons!"

Little White readily helped them turn on the cartoon program, and then planned to leave to take a look around Little Red Horse.

Meanwhile, Liu Liu and Robin, who were originally sitting next to her, remained motionless, intending to stay and watch cartoons with the children.

Xiao Bai's gaze first swept over her little niece, then landed on Liu Liu's face, which looked completely matter-of-fact, and she said, "Liu Liu, why are you staying here to watch cartoons too?"

Liuliu looked up at her, her eyes clearly saying, "Is there even a question?"
"What else should a little kid like me watch if not cartoons?" Liu Liu retorted.

Xiao Bai chuckled secretly, "Don't you also like watching melodramatic TV dramas, like that 'Heart of Greed' thing?"

Liu Liu laughed and said, "I love watching them all. I want to watch more different programs so that I can learn more different knowledge and become a PhD in the future."

Xiao Bai pouted and said, "Now Xiao Xuanxuan and the others want to watch cartoons for young children, and you like to watch them too?"

Liu Liu finally lost her composure and said, "I'll keep an eye on them here so they don't break the TV. If you have something to do, just leave. Don't make a fuss here; you're really noisy."

"Childish devil!"

Xiao Bai left after saying a few words. It wasn't the first time she knew that Liu Liu was a childish person, but she couldn't help but tease her every time.

After Xiaobai left, Liuliu retorted, "You're the childish one! You silly goose!"

As she spoke, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine. Turning around, she saw Robin staring intently at her, his face expressionless.

Liuliu quickly said, "Robin, I was just playing with your aunt. We've always played like this since we were little. Don't take it to heart."

Eight o'clock in the evening is story time. The six trainees who are on the job training program are also invited to listen to stories together.

Today's storyteller is still Chengcheng.

This little girl, who is usually quiet, is holding a thick picture book and sitting on a small chair, while the other children are sitting around her on a floor mat.

She told a story about the little animals in the forest building treehouses. Her voice was soft, yet she brought each animal's personality to life: a timid squirrel, a reckless bear, a meticulous hedgehog...

Even the students were unconsciously drawn in, as if they had returned to the time when they listened to stories on summer nights in their childhood.

After finishing the story, Chengcheng closed the book and said softly, "It's over."

The children were quiet for a few seconds, then burst into applause.

Immediately, children below shouted, "One more! One more!"

The other children joined in the commotion, begging Chengcheng to tell another story.

But Chengcheng remained unmoved. She shook her head, put the book back on the shelf, and transformed back into the quiet and aloof little girl.

A young social worker quietly asked Xiaomi, who was standing next to her, "Xiaomi, is Chengcheng usually this good at telling stories?"

Xiao Mi nodded, her tone filled with pride: "Chengcheng is the queen of stories here. She has read a lot of books and has a lot of stories in her head. Moreover, she is a very good storyteller, and we all love to listen to her."

"Has she ever participated in a storytelling competition? Or maybe she could become a host someday..."

Xiaomi asked curiously, "Why does it have to be a competition? Chengcheng likes to tell us stories, and we like to listen to her tell stories. Isn't that enough?"

The young social worker opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

Evening activities were very free. Some children were doing crafts, some were playing chess, and some were simply lying on their mats staring at the ceiling.

A few others secretly dug sand in the yard, getting their pants and shoes all dirty.

One of the trainees went over to manage the situation, and the children scattered in all directions, running into the grove of trees. They were all very experienced.

The other trainees dispersed and tried to interact with the children.

An older woman from the neighborhood saw Xiaomeng folding paper cranes and sat down beside him: "Little friend, let me teach you how to fold even prettier ones, okay?"

Xiao Meng raised her little face, her eyes crinkling with laughter: "Okay! But mine looks pretty too. I think it's more fun when every crane is different!"

The aunt paused for a moment, then nodded: "You're right."

At 10:30 p.m., parents arrived one after another and began to pick up their children.

The students helped tidy up the classroom, straightening the crooked chairs and putting the scattered picture books back in their places.

Aunt Huang made tea and invited everyone to sit down in the office.

"How are you feeling today?" she asked.

The six trainees remained silent for a moment.

The young social worker with her hair in a ponytail spoke first: "It's very different from what I imagined. I thought I would see a standardized operating process, but what I saw was all non-standardized."

“But it’s precisely these non-standardized things,” another elderly community auntie chimed in, “that give this place its warmth. I noticed that not a single child said ‘I want to go home,’ and every child felt like they were returning to their own second home.”

“But,” a male student raised a concern, “this model relies too much on the individual. If you change the teachers or the children, the experience might change. If we want to promote it, how can we ensure that every location can have this atmosphere?”

Aunt Huang said slowly, "What you see today is not the achievement of any one person, but the children themselves who created the atmosphere here. Xiaobai takes care of everyone and helps the new children adapt to the environment quickly. Chengcheng tells stories to everyone and is one of the most popular children here. Dudu is helpful and almost always gives in to requests. Liuliu may seem noisy, but she makes the environment in the school more relaxed and natural... Every child is making this place better in their own way."

She turned to the trainees and said, “What you need to do is not to copy everything about Little Red Horse, but to learn to believe that children have the ability to create their own homes. You just need to provide the soil, prepare the sunlight and water, and then patiently wait for the seeds to sprout. Leave it to them; they know how to make themselves comfortable.”

“Seeds?” the young social worker repeated softly.

“Yes, seeds.” Aunt Huang smiled. “Every child has a seed in their heart. Some may take a long time to sprout, but as long as the conditions are right, they will eventually break through the soil. And what we need to do is protect that soil.”

The office fell silent.