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Chapter 824

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Needless to say, although "Love to Work Hard to Win" was only a Hokkien song, its beautiful melody and positive lyrics expressed the spirit of working hard. It would become the most suitable song for the theme song of "The Limit Challenge" in people's hearts, and it was also liked by many fans.

However, the singing of this song also represented the end of the first season of "The Limit Challenge"!

How could the fans bear to part with it? They ran to the official website and the six members' Microbroadcasting accounts overnight. They even ran to Yang Yi's Microbroadcasting account to urge the second season to return as soon as possible.

However, this could only be a fantasy. The next season of "The Limit Challenge" would have to wait until the spring of next year.



September quietly arrived. The end of the summer vacation also heralded the beginning of a new school year. Batch after batch of new students would also step into their primary school, middle school, and even university.

The teachers of Huijia Primary School also returned to school early. Among them, the teachers of the first grade who were preparing to welcome the new students, especially the teachers who were also the form teachers, had already received the list of children in their classes.

Li Ruolan was the form teacher of the first grade's class three. She casually glanced at the list and prepared to go back to write the script for her speech to the parents. After all, she was still very young. She was only about 28 years old this year. She had been a teacher and form teacher for two years, but it was her first time leading a new class. She still needed to prepare.

"Teacher Li, is there a child named Yang Xi in your class?" At this time, the form teacher of Class 2, who was also Li Ruolan's good friend, Liu Xuanxuan, came over and asked with a smile.

"Wait, let me see." Li Ruolan had no choice but to pick up the list again and ask casually, "why are you suddenly asking about this?"

Without waiting for Liu Xuanxuan to answer, Li Ruolan found the name Yang Xi in the last row. "Yes, in my class, there's a girl. What's wrong? Is she an acquaintance of yours? "

"No, at that time, teacher Cai, who was in charge of invigilating the exam, said that this Yang Xi was a genius. It was probably because her family taught her well. Anyway, teacher Cai felt ashamed after hearing her English. In addition, it was said that she also knew Swedish. "Liu Xuanxuan said with a face full of gossip," fortunately, you're a Chinese teacher. Although I'm also teaching your class, I'm a math teacher. I'm not worried about having a lot of pressure! "

"So amazing? Really? "Li Ruolan was a little surprised.

"I'm a dog if I lie to you!" Liu Xuanxuan laughed.

Li Ruolan felt a burst of joy in her heart. There was an outstanding student in her class who could produce results. Any teacher who knew about it would be happy!

Liu Xuanxuan was still gossiping. "Hey, what kind of family can raise such an amazing child? Tsk tsk, they can even speak Swedish. Is their family a diplomat family? "

"You'll know when school starts!" Li Ruolan laughed.



Yang Xiaoxi, who had been noticed by the teacher, did not appear to be a genius at this moment.

"PaPa, PaPa, push me higher." The little girl's bell-like laughter echoed in the courtyard. She also floated back and forth in the air. Her long hair swung up and down like the unfolding of clouds. It was extremely beautiful.

Xi Xi is playing on the swing in the yard!

Yesterday, Yang Yi went to the Sahara Publishing House and passed by the children's play area specially prepared by the Sahara Publishing House for young parents and authors who came to train. With Yang Yi's current status, he naturally could not help but stop and watch. A few children swinging happily on the swing made Yang Yi suddenly have the idea of installing a swing at home.

It just so happened that the materials were ready-made. There was also a spare children's swing in the warehouse of the Sahara Publishing House, so Yang Yi moved it back.

As soon as it was installed this morning, Xi Xi could not wait to sit on it and asked her father to push her on the swing.

Xi Xi liked the feeling of swinging high and then quickly swinging down.

"Higher? No, if it goes any higher, you'll fly out! " Yang Yi walked to Xi Xi's side and pointed to the distant sky with a smile. He said to her, "Do you see that? When the time comes, you'll fly into outer space."

"Hehe, hehe!" The little girl did not know if she was amused by her father's humor or if she was enjoying the joy of playing on the swing, but she could not stop laughing.

On the side, Steamed Bun also excitedly jumped around on the swing. He did not dare to go up and could only run back and forth on the side. He also had a lot of fun.

When Xi Xi was tired from laughing, she jumped down from the swing and followed her father home with unsteady steps.

In the living room, the "castle" was still standing. However, compared to Murphy's crude and illegal building yesterday, the "castle" was now very beautiful. Yang Yi specially bought a batch of good-looking pillows and stacked them up like sandbags.

Xi Xi also participated in the reconstruction of the "castle" last night. She excitedly brought over many dolls from her room, big and small, to help decorate the "castle" with "vitality".

However, Tong Tong had the heart to break out of prison.

When Yang Yi and the others came back, the little boy stood up on the "wall" again. His legs were still trembling. When he saw the movement at the door, he happily stretched out his little hand and eagerly called, "Baba!"

It seemed that he could not change his pronunciation in a short time.

Unfortunately, he could not call his father, but he could call his sister.

"Little brother, I'll play with you!" Xixi, on the other hand, ran over excitedly. With a light step of her long legs, she jumped in and rolled behind Little Suanni.

Tong Tong could not support himself and sat down again. However, he was already used to this feeling and did not cry or make a fuss. He just turned his head and stared at his sister with his big eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Papa, little brother broke the book!" Xi Xi saw a book that had been destroyed by Tong Tong behind Tong Tong. Xi Xi, who liked to preserve every item, cried out in alarm and complained to her father.

The little girl felt sorry for this book. Although this book was published by Sahara Publishing House for children, it was full of childish pictures. Xi Xi could not bear to look at it, but she still sat up and carefully smoothed out the crumpled pages with her small hands. Tong Tong had crushed the book.

Tong Tong looked at it in a daze. Of course, he did not understand what it meant and his eyes were full of confusion.

Yang Yi just looked at it and did not say anything.

He brought back a batch of sample books from the publishing house for Tong Tong and Xi Xi to read. In fact, he did not expect Tong Tong to love these books as much as his sister. Tong Tong was less than a year old, so it was impossible for him to love books. These picture books were just for him to read and feel fresh — this was the original purpose of these books.

Just like Tong Tong's toys, the little guy would always clumsily break some of them as he grew up. When he grew up, he would even eliminate most of them. It was impossible for him to keep them as treasures.

Of course, Yang Yi did not stop Xi Xi from helping her brother organize these books. He liked watching the interaction between the siblings. When Xi Xi organized the books and showed concern for her brother, Yang Yi felt very gratified.

However, Xi Xi was about to go to primary school, so she would not have much time to play with her brother at home.

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