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The physical education teacher is also a teacher. Ye Zhiqiu is now the one being disliked. She dares not and has no right to be picky. With her strength, the worst that can happen is that she will have to take the test again.

The physical education teacher didn't know what to test for the first-year students, so thinking of his relatives' children, he reluctantly gave them a test: counting from 1 to 100 and reciting a poem.

Ye Zhiqiu sighed. This question was too simple. There was no room for improvement. However, looking at the equally reluctant PE teacher, she still counted honestly. What else could she do? No matter how powerful the words were, it was better to prove it with facts.

The physical education teacher saw Ye Zhiqiu sighing and thought she could not complete the task. However, she recited the poem in less than three minutes and finished the counting. The poem she recited was not a simple goose goose goose, but Li Bai's "Climbing the Phoenix Tower in Jinling".

The physical education teacher was scratching his head. We finished the task so quickly. Was the question he gave too easy? Then he asked us to do more difficult questions, such as addition and subtraction within 100. He would not test Chinese.

The physical education teacher randomly asked questions, and Ye Zhiqiu answered them in seconds. At first, it was just simple addition and subtraction of single digits, but the questions became more and more difficult, but she still gave the correct answers almost immediately.

Even if the PE teacher didn't have common sense, he knew that a six-year-old who could do this was not a genius, but at least smart. He was also afraid of delaying the students, so he called the teacher in charge of admissions without thinking too much and gave the responsibility of assessment to someone else.

After hearing the details, the admissions teacher was a little surprised that Ye Zhiqiu could handle addition and subtraction within 100. However, he wanted the school to make an exception and accept him, but it was still not enough.

"Little boy, can you write?" The admissions teacher took a look at the distracted parents and decided to communicate with the child directly.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that the opportunity had come, and answered loudly: "Yes."

Grandparents were dumbfounded. They had never taught their child to write. Did he learn it in kindergarten? But how long had it been? How many words could he have learned? I never saw my child writing when I went home. There was not even a pencil at home. How could he write?

Forget it, the children are still young, and the teacher probably won’t be angry even if they are exposed. They will just apologize to the teacher later.

While the two were daydreaming, the admissions teacher had someone bring a set of first-grade math test papers, and those who passed the test would be admitted.

Ye Zhidao smiled and nodded. It was not easy to pass the exam. It would only take ten minutes to finish. There was no need to find another place to take the exam. Just write it on the spot.

The admissions teacher didn't stop her. She couldn't leave, and she wanted Ye Zhiqiu to answer the questions right under her nose, so she just wrote them on the table next to her.

Ye Zhiqiu said ten minutes and it really was ten minutes, not one minute more. This was because my hands were too small to be strong, and my slow handwriting affected my speed. After I finished writing, I gave it to the admissions teacher, and I didn't need to correct the first-grade math problems anymore. I just glanced at them and got them all correct.

The admissions teacher changed his serious attitude and smiled at the parents: "You are the grandparents of the child, right? Did you bring the household registration book?"

The old couple of the Ye family looked at each other and said, "Teacher, do you mean to accept my child?"

"Yes, you can go through the registration procedures now." The admissions teacher thought of the young college students advertised in the newspapers. If their school could also produce one, it would probably be on the newspapers, and maybe she would even become famous.

The couple was so happy that they didn't know what to say. They didn't expect that they could be successfully registered. If they told others about it, they would be envious. They quickly completed the formalities and took the children for a walk in the yard in the afternoon. They had to make others envious.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu was left out, but she didn't care. She just wanted to take a closer look at the school. From the outside, the teaching building was quite new, the playground was quite beautiful, and the greenery was also good. From the hardware point of view, it was a good school.

As for software, it’s only primary school, Ye Zhiqiu has no requirements at all. It won’t be too late to choose a good school when it’s middle school.

After the three of them signed up, they went to the market and bought a bunch of delicious food. When Ye Jingming got home and saw the table full of food, he asked in surprise, "What day is today? Even during the Chinese New Year, it's not this rich."

Grandma rolled her eyes at him and then announced happily: "Today is happier than Chinese New Year. Our Zhiqiu is going to be an elementary school student soon and will definitely be admitted to a prestigious university in the future." In fact, she wanted to say that he was admitted to the junior class of a university, but after thinking about it, she decided to keep a low profile. If someone got jealous and wanted to do something bad, it would be a disaster.

Ye Jingming pointed at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Mom, are you mistaken? How old is Zhiqiu? Can the school accept her?" He didn't care at what age his child went to school, but if he really had a genius daughter, it would make divorce even more difficult.

"Of course there is no mistake. The teacher decided to accept Zhiqiu after he passed the exam. If you don't believe it, you can go to the school and ask. It's Monday when you can send the child to school." Grandpa disliked Ye Jingming. If he didn't have only one son, he would have kicked him out long ago.

Now it seems that my son is unreliable. Maybe I can still enjoy the blessing of my granddaughter, provided that he lives long enough.

Facing the pressure from his parents, Ye Jingming dared not say anything more, but he was determined to find a way to divorce. If Liu Yi disagreed, he would force her to agree and wait until she came back from her business trip to have a good talk.

After dinner, Ye Zhiqiu was taken out for a walk by his grandparents, under the pretext of helping his food digest, but in reality, to show off to the neighbors. Whenever he saw someone, he would take the initiative to tell them that their children were going to school without waiting for them to ask.

In less than half an hour, the whole courtyard knew that Ye Zhiqiu was going to primary school. She didn't know how envious her neighbors were, but that night, the sound of beating children could be heard from many homes.

Ye Zhiqiu chanted "Amitabha". She didn't want to curl up. She could only blame the fact that there were too many little brothers in the kindergarten, a group of little brothers that she couldn't completely control even if she used all her strength. In order to have some quiet time, she had to go to school early.

She slept well because of her clear thinking. The next day, she was woken up by people who came to ask for advice. Everyone wanted to ask how they educated their children.

Only then did grandpa and grandma realize that they were so happy before that they forgot to ask Ye Zhiqiu how he learned to write, or that they should thank the kindergarten teacher.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the room full of grandparents and decided to go back to her room. She didn't want to be dragged out to perform. Unfortunately, her movements were too slow, and there were already some quick-witted guests who kept pulling her and asking her some questions that were for elementary school students.

Ha ha!

She thought she was really asking for help, but it turned out to be a group of people who didn't believe she could really do the first-grade questions and deliberately came to test her. She was sure that if she made a mistake and couldn't get a perfect score, someone would definitely publicize her incompetence and question whether she was really smart or just pretending to be smart?

It might even get to the point where she can't go to school. After all, the rule is that children can only start school at the age of six. If her grades are fake, she can forget about being admitted.

She had understood everything, but her cheap grandparents hadn't figured it out yet and were still repeating yesterday's story over and over again.