After making up their minds, the mother and son began their retreat after lunch.

In order to encourage Wang Xiaoming to face mathematics bravely, Yan Bei even did not hesitate to tempt him with toys.

Although Wang Xiaoming usually doesn't like to buy toys, it doesn't mean that he doesn't like toys.

As soon as he heard his mother say that as long as he memorized the ninety-nine multiplication table, he could choose a toy he wanted the most, Wang Xiaoming only felt that he was full of strength.

Isn't it just back, he just needs to work twice as hard as usual!

Moreover, Mom has converted the numbers into words, which he can recognize, and he is confident.

As soon as the little guy's fighting spirit came up, he didn't need Yan Bei's supervision, and he began to memorize the text version of the ninety-nine multiplication table.

The conversion of numbers into words really worked wonders, and as Wang Xiaoming memorized more and more smoothly, Yan Bei also found another way to let his son learn mathematics.

That's to convert numbers into words!

Of course, this method can only be used until the third grade, and once the third grade is passed, when the simple equations are learned, it can no longer be used.

But something is better than nothing, and we will get through this difficult time.

Compared with this problem, she is now more worried about whether Wang Xiaoming, a scumbag, can successfully enter the school.

The best primary school in the city is the first primary school in the city, although the head teacher of the kindergarten has said in advance that Lao Wang has been arranged, but she is not afraid of 10,000 in case, she has to be careful.

At this moment, Yan Bei, who was completely brought into this world, had forgotten the fact that Wang Xiaoming was successfully enrolled in the plot.

On August 29th, the day when all primary and junior high school students registered, Yan Bei brought his son to school early, gathered with the kindergarten class teacher, and reported to the new student registration office with other parents.

Originally, Yan Bei thought that this process would be difficult, but he didn't expect that after simply filling in some personal information, the matter would be completed smoothly, and he didn't even have to pay the tuition.

It's completely free, just wait until the beginning of the school year to teach 200 yuan of tuition and fees, and the rest of the fees are all-inclusive.

From elementary school to high school, if you are an excellent student, you can also receive scholarships and financial aid every semester.

Yan Bei looked at the baby beside him who didn't know anything about mathematics, and felt that he was afraid that such a thing as a scholarship would not have anything to do with him.

After registering, confirming the class, and contacting the school bus, the mother and son, who had been busy all day, finally returned home with the afterglow of the sunset.

Yan Bei was cooking in the kitchen, and Wang Xiaoming was packing up the things he was going to take to school.

He had already gotten the toys that Yan Bei had promised him before, and this poor baby didn't know what good toys were there, and as soon as he arrived at the toy stall, he was conquered by a small dinosaur egg for five yuan a piece.

It's the kind of little toy that will explode by itself when the eggshell is soaked in water, and within two minutes, a dinosaur toy that becomes bigger in water will pop up.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's surprised appearance, Yan Bei felt a little unbearable.

So, after dinner, she beckoned the little one to bring his new bag, and she was going to give him another gift as a reward.

"Mom, what do you want your bag for?" Wang Xiaoming asked puzzled.

He laboriously emptied the freshly filled bag and handed it to her, crouching next to her, staring intently at the extra sewing kit in her hand.

Reaching out to touch it, he was slapped back by Yan Bei.

"Mom~" The little guy covered his little hands aggrievedly, daring to be angry and not daring to speak, so he could only ask curiously: "Mom, do you also have that kind of cool schoolbag?" ”

"Sort of." Yan Bei replied, and at the same time warned him with his eyes not to touch her silk and silver needles, otherwise she would not feel sorry for him if she was injured.

Wang Xiaoming nodded, covered his little meat hands, and seriously promised: "Mom said no, I won't touch it." ”

"That's good." Yan Bei stroked his soft hair, motioned for him to look, picked up the schoolbag and embroidered it with needle and thread.

The silver needle could hardly see the full shadow in her hand, Wang Xiaoming could only see a blue light kept shuttling on the schoolbag, and when the light disappeared, there were already three blue words "Wang Xiaoming" on the schoolbag.

How to say that word, at first glance it was his name, but when I looked closer, I found that it was a combination of strange runes.

Anyway, Wang Xiaoming thinks it's beautiful!

"Wow! Mom, you're amazing! "As soon as I'm happy, the rainbow fart doesn't want money to jump out, "Mom, the other children's schoolbags don't have their names, only my mother is the best, carrying this schoolbag to school, other children must be envious of me!" ”

Yan Bei was successfully amused by his rainbow fart, threw the schoolbag into his arms, slowly sorted out the needlework and thread, and explained:

"Don't you always envy people for having cool school bags? When you get the chance, you'll find that your bag is cooler than theirs. ”

"Really?" Wang Xiaoming was shocked, and then overjoyed, thinking that his schoolbag had become a cool kind of schoolbag under his mother's skillful hands, so he hurriedly ran to the kitchen to bring a bowl bigger than a schoolbag and stuffed it in.

But I was sad to find that I couldn't stuff it at all, and the schoolbag was still that ordinary schoolbag, and there was no storage function.

"Humph! Mom is a liar, it's not cool at all! The villain put down the big bowl angrily, squatted on the ground with his arms folded and drew circles.

Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, picked up his school bag, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Although he said that he disliked it, he still liked it in his heart, and when he saw that the schoolbag was taken away, he immediately stood up nervously and chased after him anxiously.

"Mom, what are you doing with my school bag?"

"Why do you ask this? Don't you like it? Then I'll cut it down and burn it, and use it. A certain mother shrugged her shoulders and said seriously.

Wang Xiaoming was shocked, rushed forward, hugged her thigh, and shouted: "Don't!" This is my school bag! Mom can't do this to it! ”

However, his mother didn't pay attention to him, stretched out her long arms, picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board, raised it and slashed it down on the schoolbag, so anxious that Wang Xiaoming almost cried.

However, just before he broke down and cried, something magical happened, the schoolbag was fine, and the kitchen knife was missing.

Wang Xiaoming's mouth grew up, and he looked at the intact schoolbag in a daze, his big eyes blinked, and he always reacted with hindsight, and immediately let go of his mother's thigh, and reached out to gun his baby schoolbag.

Hugged tightly in his arms, his expression was happy and sad, happy that he could also have a very powerful schoolbag, and angry that his mother always loved to tease herself.

"Mom, you're a big bad!" Wang Xiaoming said very seriously.

Hearing this, Yan Bei's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, if it weren't for reason telling her that the little guy in front of her was her cub, and she couldn't scold or fight, the knife in her hand would have flown out.

Wang Xiaoming, who didn't know that he had been on the verge of being beaten, was already looking forward to the elementary school life that was about to begin.