Chapter 113

In just one semester, these children began to skip grades. As a result, the parents who were preparing to jointly oppose this were just finishing writing their petition when they were informed that the 30-student classes had already been changed back to one-year one-class.

The parents: ...Very good, very strong.

And so, with these ten children skipping grades at a rate of once per semester, they successfully gained many former classmates.

It can be said that for every three students who saw them, they could brag:

Look, that's my former classmate!

While others had disciples all over, these ten children were different - they had classmates all over.

They never listened in class, just bowed their heads writing some quite difficult problems. By the end of the term, they would go in groups to apply for grade-skipping exams.

Just like this, studying while skipping grades all the way, by the time Ji Ruochu was ten years old this year, the ten children from Class i had all entered Beijing Middle School, becoming the youngest middle school students in that grade.

As for the previous students, some were even still in fourth grade of elementary school.

At first, Ji Mochen and his wife were also very worried that their daughter skipping so many grades would be too much for her. For this reason, the old father very earnestly advised:

"Ruochu, our family doesn't need you to glorify our door lintel, there's no rush, learn slowly, learn slowly!"

But then the teacher notified him: Ji Ruochu has successfully skipped a grade with the first place score.

"No, but I feel like I really do have some talent." The little one looked very confident.

Ji Mochen was instantly rendered speechless. He could unreservedly ridicule the Jiang family's old geezer, but didn't want to hurt his daughter's self-esteem.

"For example?" Ling Chujin next to them was clearly very curious, "Ruochu, do you want to demonstrate for your dad and me?"

Demonstrate?

Ji Ruochu thought for a bit, then looked around the dining area, finally locking onto—

The iron spoon her father used to drink soup.

"Dad, look."

With this shout, the couple then watched with their own eyes as the just a moment ago very straight iron spoon was instantly bent......by a pair of tiny fair hands.

Ji Mochen, who in that instant lost his soup-drinking spoon, had an earth-shattering feeling:!!!

My heavens! Is this the darling daughter I've pampered and doted on?!

Who? Who secretly trained my daughter into an Iron Barbie without my knowing?!!!

[Hey everyone, Yi Hua has moved house already! But have been busy unpacking the whole time, really no time to write, just quickly updating a small chapter first. Starting tomorrow I'll update every day for a week! Wait for me! Just moving in!]