Chapter 278: Chapter 278 Emphasize Timing Chapter 278: Chapter 278 Emphasize Timing Jiang Changhe was sowhat nervous as he led his daughter inside and stuttered, “Teacher, hello, we, we are here for school.”
Jiang Changhe was originally not adept with words, and now, seeing so many teachers, he felt even more anxious and had a hard ti explaining himself properly.
Jiang Changhai had been standing at the entrance without any intention of going in, but seeing Changhe so ill at ease, he had no choice but to step in and say, “Teacher, hello, we’re here to bring our child to school. She has so foundational knowledge and would like to be placed directly into the second grade.”
“I see,” the young teacher replied, not the least bit surprised but rather sowhat resigned.
Just now, several parents had co to the school with their children, each one claiming their child should skip a grade.
But when tested, not one of them could even do addition or subtraction within a hundred.
There was even a child who couldn’t write their own na, and in the end, they all had to start in the first grade from the very basics.
However, it was gratifying that the number of children coming to enroll this sester was noticeably higher than the last, indicating that the previous award ceremony had indeed been effective.
But the teachers in the office all recognized Jiang Changhai, knowing he was the father of their school’s “Little Prodigy” Jiang Mianmian.
Seeing him bring in another girl, a teacher joked with a smile, “Mianmian’s father, are you bringing us another prodigy?”
“I’m not sure about that, this is my brother’s daughter, you’ll have to ask her yourself,” Jiang Changhai chuckled.
Teacher Chen of the second grade turned toward Zhaodi, “Little girl, what’s your na?”
With an obedient smile, Zhaodi replied, “Teacher, hello, my na is Jiang Zhaodi.”
Zhaodi? Another case of gender preference in the family?
Teacher Chen’s brow furrowed slightly, but she proceeded with formality, “Jiang Zhaodi, why don’t you recite a few poems for us, so we can assess your learning progress.”
Having Jiang Mianmian’s example in mind, Teacher Chen subconsciously assud that her sister must be equally intelligent.
She did not use a written test as she would with other children, considering that second grade was not the sa as fourth grade.
“Alright, Teacher.” Zhaodi was particularly good at reciting poems, and she started as soon as the teacher finished speaking.
She recited three poems in succession, and the teachers in the room nodded in approval; indeed, she was a promising student.
The second grade teacher gave Zhaodi a few arithtic problems, which she answered both quickly and accurately.
“Hmm, not bad, you have a solid foundation, you can be placed directly into second grade,” Teacher Chen was quite satisfied.
“That’s wonderful, thank you, Teacher,” Jiang Changhe hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
“Did you study arithtic at ho before?” Teacher Chen asked further.
“Yes, Teacher, I studied mathematics and Chinese with my sister for a week,” Zhaodi emphasized the tifra.
Hearing this, Teacher Chen’s voice beca excited, “You’ve learned this many poems in just one week?”
“Yes, Teacher, I learned all of these in the week before school started,” Zhaodi feigned innocence and naivety.
Jiang Changhe nodded along, and although he was barely literate himself, he believed his daughter wouldn’t lie.
Teacher Chen was even more surprised; she had thought Zhaodi was rely a sowhat clever child.
Now, hearing that she had learned so much in just a week, she felt the thrilling surprise of discovering a treasure.
Could it be that, just like Jiang Mianmian in the fourth grade, she was also a genius?
So she contained her excitent and said, “Jiang Zhaodi, you truly are a clever child, and you will surely achieve great things if you study hard. Co, the teacher will take you to your class.”
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