Reborn before the famine, kicking away the scumbag's family and living a carefree life.

After registration and check-in began, Yuan Wenjie and Regiment Commander Liu left.

The three teachers returned to their respective classrooms.

Each classroom contains a student registration book and a pen.

An Xin walked into the first-grade classroom, feeling a little uneasy. Her father had praised her so highly just now, and she felt extremely ashamed. She was afraid that she would not do well and would let down her father's high expectations for her, as well as the children and their parents.

Previously, her mother had been telling her to study hard and strive for excellence, saying that if she didn't prepare in advance, she wouldn't be able to seize opportunities when they came. At this moment, she deeply felt the impact of her mother's words.

An Ran's feelings were a mix of emotions.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered his biological father, Qi Zhengyang, the man who had long since died in his heart.

During the worst year of the famine, he came to him for help, saying he was about to starve to death.

He secretly gave him some food without his mother's knowledge. Even now, though he hates him to the core, he can't bear to watch him starve to death.

At that time, he told him, "He will be successful in the future, he will go down the path of education, and he will become the director of the education bureau."

At that time, he was only seven years old and had no idea about the future, so he didn't take his words seriously.

Later, his scandal affected him, his mother, and his sister, and he gradually understood why his mother wanted to divorce him.

He felt the shame that his so-called father had brought to him and his mother because of his classmates' ridicule.

From then on, this shame followed them like a shadow.

To escape the harm caused by this influence, the mother moved to the county town. The influence lessened somewhat, but it didn't completely disappear.

Therefore, his initial resentment towards him gradually accumulated into hatred.

The humiliation only ended with the appearance of this father, but it still lingers deep within.

Just now, standing at the small school gate, he had a longing he had never felt before: how wonderful it would be if Mr. Yuan were his biological father.

So at this moment, he thought of Qi Zhengyang.

And the things he said.

He was once a primary school principal, and this was probably the most glorious and honorable moment of his life.

From the perspective of a declining primary school principal, becoming an education bureau chief was the greatest expectation he could think of for his son.

Because his father was once a member of the education industry, Anran did not quite identify with the identity of a teacher.

He would never consider teaching as his lifelong career.

He wanted him to pursue a career in education, but he refused to take that path.

He heard that anyone who turns 15 can enlist in the army, so he'll join next year.

At this point, the students were brought in by their parents in a line.

"Teacher Anran, my son is nine years old this year. He attended school for a year in the village. Can he enroll in second grade now?"

"You can sign up, but you have to take a test tomorrow. If you pass the test, you'll go to second grade; if you don't, you'll go to first grade."

The registration process for third grade is the same as for second grade.

First, register the student and their parents' information, then prepare for the test the next day, and then decide which grade to attend.

It's much simpler for Anxin. First-grade students don't need to take any tests; they just need to fill out the information for both the parents and the student.

However, when filling out the forms, one student's information made An Xin very embarrassed.

This student named Niu Guodong is already twelve years old, the same age as her, but he is still in the first grade.

An Xin looked up at the other person in surprise.

This was a dark-skinned, thin, and short boy, probably half a head shorter than An Xin.

"Has never been to school before?"

His mother, an honest and simple rural woman, quickly said, "He did attend school, but only intermittently for a year before the school was closed. Although he attended for a year, he didn't learn much. I heard that there's an exam for second grade, and he was afraid he wouldn't pass, so he decided to just start first grade from scratch."

An Xin: "In other words, he started school at the age of ten. Why did he start so late? Usually, students can start school at the age of six or seven."

“There is no school in our village. He has to go to a big village to attend school. There is a distance between the two villages. I was worried about him going to school alone at such a young age, so I waited until he was older before letting him go. Who would have thought that the school would not teach properly, and in the end he could not even go to school.”

An Xin secretly rejoiced, thinking that if it were her mother, she wouldn't have delayed her child until such an old age to start first grade.

Niu Guodong, that's quite a catchy name.

Looking at my father's file, I was surprised to find that he was actually a company commander.

Next, there are eleven-year-olds, ten-year-olds, and most of the others are between six and eight years old.

In Anran's class, there was also a child of the same age as him.

However, An Ran was already used to this situation.

Starting from the third grade, he was three to five years younger than his classmates.

He is not surprised at all that he is now a teacher to children his own age.

Teacher Wang has been teaching for ten years and has seen many students with large age gaps in their classes. Her own son is twelve years old and is currently in the third grade, and he is in her class.

My child should be in fifth grade now, but this school doesn't have a fifth grade, and I heard they can't find a teacher for the time being.

Commander Liu personally asked Commander Yuan about this matter. Commander Yuan said that he had already conducted a rough survey and found that most of the children who came to school were at the first to third grade level.

There are very few students in the fourth and fifth grades, and in order to save money, we will only run three classes for the first to third grades for the time being.

Therefore, Wang Xiuying's son had to start from the third grade again.

In Wang Xiuying's view, her family's children are not the only ones in this age group who are in the third grade.

Besides her son, Wang Xiuying also has an eight-year-old daughter who is in the second grade and is in Anran's class.

The final enrollment results were: 42 first-grade students, 31 second-grade students, and 28 third-grade students.

Because second and third graders still need to take exams to determine whether they should be in that grade, their status cannot be confirmed at this time, so books cannot be distributed to them.

It's much simpler for first graders.

Once registration closes, the books can be distributed.

So after the first-grade children registered, they received their new books and went home happily.

The second and third graders were filled with worry.

It's been almost a year since I last attended class, and I've forgotten most of what I learned before. I wonder how the exam will go tomorrow.

After registration, the parents and students all left.

An Xin and An Ran were also about to leave when Wang Xiuying called An Xin back.

"Anxin, I'd like to say a few words to you, is that alright?"

An Xin looked at An Ran.