Chapter 100

Xiaoman’s Handicraft Class (2)

After working hard, she managed to cut the plastic bottle into long strips. Jiang Xiaoman started to make tiny paper flowers again and then stuck the flowers on the bottle again.

It was finally done.

She made this by herself. Although the strips varied in size and the paper flowers weren’t uniform, it looked cute and she became more satisfied the more she looked at it. What a beautiful little flower basket.

She felt that if she took this to the kindergarten tomorrow, she would definitely get full marks!

Jiang Xiaoman handled the flower basket very carefully and went to the kindergarten.

She felt that all the other children could do cry, and no one would’ve been able to make one as fast and as beautifully as she could. After she waited for other children to take theirs out first, she would take out hers at the end, and Teacher Yang’s eyes would definitely shine.

As a result, as she waited and waited...

The kid on the left took out a real hand-woven flower basket the size of a palm. It was very beautiful.

The kid on the right took out a flower basket made of paper. The paper flowers were neatly folded. They were colorful and very beautiful.

The kid in the front...

Even the flower basket Zhang Xinhua took out was filled with many candies and chocolates for decoration! Even at first glance, it was adorable! And delicious!!

Wah wah wah!!

Jiang Xiaoman stared at them blankly and suddenly realized that hers was the simplest, crudest, and ugliest one.

“Why are you crying?”

” Wahhhh!!”

“......”

Yu Qingshi thought for a while, then managed to connect the dots. He said, “Did you make your flower basket by yourself? I did, too.”

“Huh?” Jiang Xiaoman’s crying stopped.

Yu Qingshi said again, “The other children had their parents’ help.”

That’s why they were all so nice and beautiful.

Stupid Jiang Xiaoman, did you not even understand this? Even at a glance, that was no the kind of work someone from Junior Class 3 could do. What was there to cry for?

So naïve.

Jiang Xiaoman wiped away her tears. She sobbed and asked, “Can parents help with the handicraft class?”

“...Maybe,” Yu Qingshi said without confidence.

He didn’t understand either. He always did it by himself.

Because his father was very busy and did not have a mother, he could only do it independently.

Although his ended up the ugliest every time, the teacher always gave him first place.

Maybe an adult’s aesthetic sense was just too strange. They didn’t want the beautiful ones but wanted the ugly ones instead.

If Jiang Xiaoman had handed it in just now, maybe she could have gotten the little red flower. But she was so stinky, so she wouldn’t have been willing to hand in her homework because it was not as beautiful as the others.

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