Please Start Your Show Chapter 14
Soon, the eyes of the little boy in the mirror were adjusted to the standard "eye-dead" mode again, such as some kind of robot, black like a deep pond, and no luster. The slightly tight lips, with the alienation of strangers, look very unpleasant. At least he thought so.
That's the one Lu Jianyan was familiar with in the past. He used his face up to prevent himself from being too close to this world. Because only in this way can others not have many channels to approach him.
But no matter how his appearance changes, Lu Jianyan has to admit the reality that he really became him at the age of six.
-Reasoning. Whether it is film and television works, or online novels. After the superpowers run away, shouldn't they no longer be able to use superpowers? What the hell was it to forcefully go back to 18 years ago? Eighteen years ago, didn't those taskers exist?
Ah! Eighteen years ago there were no those taskers!
Lu Jianyan's dark eyes lit up again, like a natural ore, reflecting bright colors. Or a piece of lava cake, the sweetness was about to flow out.
His wish was finally fulfilled-a world without taskers! Even if he can only enjoy it for a few years, he will cherish it.
His situation, from an academic point of view, was the category of [rebirth]? He caught up with a trendy tail when he was in his twenties. Think about it, a little bit excited.
Perhaps the younger expression was not manageable, and the emotion on Lu Jianyan's face increased a lot.
For now, he quite likes this one.
"Yan Yan? Why are you here?" The gentle female teacher appeared at the door, and she was panicked.
Lu Jianyan turned around, bowed his head and remained silent, not because the child was at a loss when he made a mistake, but because he couldn't remember who the good-looking female teacher was in front of him.
"Ms. Hao wasn't angry with you," the female teacher walked to Lu Jianyan's side in a few steps, squatting down and staring at him, trying to soften her tone as much as possible. She seemed to have unilaterally concluded that Lu Jianyan was frightened.
As a well-known good child, Lu Jianyan's three years in kindergarten, all teachers liked him, so the first reaction after the incident was to excuse Lu Jianyan.
"You wake up a little early today." Teacher Hao smiled softly.
"Well." Lu Jianyan took the opportunity to cooperate and tried to match his own person who was still in kindergarten. "The clothes are sweaty, I want to change."
Teacher Hao was not skeptical. After confirming that Lu Jianyan can change clothes by himself, she left the dressing room and gave child enough privacy. Child-oriented, this has always been the central claim of Montessori kindergarten.
After really changing his clothes, Lu Jianyan returned to bed, with a hard-shell fairy tale book in his hand. Climbing into bed quietly-absolutely not admitting that this process actually requires his hands and feet to use-Sitting, back against the light blue wallpaper, then Lu Jianyan looked at the book in a serious manner. As if attracted deeply, and did not intend to wake anyone up.
Teacher Hao, who sat in front of him, felt that Lu Jianyan was easy to take care of and almost never caused people any trouble.
Around two o'clock, all the children woke up one after another. The children who did not wake up were also gradually awakened by Teacher Hao in the most gentle way.
Then, the scariest thing in the world happened—doing radio gymnastics.
There was a chill in the air in early spring. In order to avoid colds for children, the kindergarten deliberately chose to take the children out to do radio gymnastics in the best sunshine in the afternoon.
But this was also the peak period for work or school at noon. Montessori kindergarten was built in a complex school district. Going inside, there were several other kindergartens, key elementary and middle schools in city B.
The children were unskilled. They waved their little arms and calves, and they could be said to be doing naive gymnastic performances on radio, which was exposed to all parents and students.
At least Lu Jianyan saw a few "friends" who would do business with him in the future. They were in groups of three or five, or were led by their parents, passing by laughing and pointing.
There were even uncles and aunts who knew Lu's family. They stopped to take a closer look. They might just be watching other juniors in their family, but Lu Jianyan was still uncomfortable.
The baggage of the president from time to time: He was really ashamed of himself!
That's the one Lu Jianyan was familiar with in the past. He used his face up to prevent himself from being too close to this world. Because only in this way can others not have many channels to approach him.
But no matter how his appearance changes, Lu Jianyan has to admit the reality that he really became him at the age of six.
-Reasoning. Whether it is film and television works, or online novels. After the superpowers run away, shouldn't they no longer be able to use superpowers? What the hell was it to forcefully go back to 18 years ago? Eighteen years ago, didn't those taskers exist?
Ah! Eighteen years ago there were no those taskers!
Lu Jianyan's dark eyes lit up again, like a natural ore, reflecting bright colors. Or a piece of lava cake, the sweetness was about to flow out.
His wish was finally fulfilled-a world without taskers! Even if he can only enjoy it for a few years, he will cherish it.
His situation, from an academic point of view, was the category of [rebirth]? He caught up with a trendy tail when he was in his twenties. Think about it, a little bit excited.
Perhaps the younger expression was not manageable, and the emotion on Lu Jianyan's face increased a lot.
For now, he quite likes this one.
"Yan Yan? Why are you here?" The gentle female teacher appeared at the door, and she was panicked.
Lu Jianyan turned around, bowed his head and remained silent, not because the child was at a loss when he made a mistake, but because he couldn't remember who the good-looking female teacher was in front of him.
"Ms. Hao wasn't angry with you," the female teacher walked to Lu Jianyan's side in a few steps, squatting down and staring at him, trying to soften her tone as much as possible. She seemed to have unilaterally concluded that Lu Jianyan was frightened.
As a well-known good child, Lu Jianyan's three years in kindergarten, all teachers liked him, so the first reaction after the incident was to excuse Lu Jianyan.
"You wake up a little early today." Teacher Hao smiled softly.
"Well." Lu Jianyan took the opportunity to cooperate and tried to match his own person who was still in kindergarten. "The clothes are sweaty, I want to change."
Teacher Hao was not skeptical. After confirming that Lu Jianyan can change clothes by himself, she left the dressing room and gave child enough privacy. Child-oriented, this has always been the central claim of Montessori kindergarten.
After really changing his clothes, Lu Jianyan returned to bed, with a hard-shell fairy tale book in his hand. Climbing into bed quietly-absolutely not admitting that this process actually requires his hands and feet to use-Sitting, back against the light blue wallpaper, then Lu Jianyan looked at the book in a serious manner. As if attracted deeply, and did not intend to wake anyone up.
Teacher Hao, who sat in front of him, felt that Lu Jianyan was easy to take care of and almost never caused people any trouble.
Around two o'clock, all the children woke up one after another. The children who did not wake up were also gradually awakened by Teacher Hao in the most gentle way.
Then, the scariest thing in the world happened—doing radio gymnastics.
There was a chill in the air in early spring. In order to avoid colds for children, the kindergarten deliberately chose to take the children out to do radio gymnastics in the best sunshine in the afternoon.
But this was also the peak period for work or school at noon. Montessori kindergarten was built in a complex school district. Going inside, there were several other kindergartens, key elementary and middle schools in city B.
The children were unskilled. They waved their little arms and calves, and they could be said to be doing naive gymnastic performances on radio, which was exposed to all parents and students.
At least Lu Jianyan saw a few "friends" who would do business with him in the future. They were in groups of three or five, or were led by their parents, passing by laughing and pointing.
There were even uncles and aunts who knew Lu's family. They stopped to take a closer look. They might just be watching other juniors in their family, but Lu Jianyan was still uncomfortable.
The baggage of the president from time to time: He was really ashamed of himself!
Comments
6 years old though.. how long should I wait just to see a teeny bit of romance 😖💔
Thanks for the chapers!