Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

He Wanqing squatted down and looked into her eyes: "Tongtong, this is very tiring."

Tongtong puffed out her little chest, her face full of determination and stubbornness: "Tongtong wants to be tired! Comfort is for the dead!"

There was no fear of being tired in her eyes, only a desire for money.

He Wanqing was taken aback by her words:

"If you can't hold on, tell your mom."

Tongtong nodded, waved her little hand, and spoke with confidence and pride:

"It's just doing math problems, right? Tongtong is doing math problems, that's what she's best at!"

Seeing her determination, Mo Ye and He Wanqing nodded in unison.

Mo Ye looked up at the homeroom teacher and said, "Then, teacher, please register Tongtong."

The homeroom teacher exclaimed "Yes!" with a face full of joy and anticipation, and quickly said, "Then Tongtong will start classes tomorrow."

Mo Ye and He Wanqing nodded, then added, "But we're going home for the New Year."

The homeroom teacher nodded:

"Tongtong is still young, and there's no time for her to compete yet. We're just letting her get used to it first."

Tongtong quickly interjected, her little face filled with eagerness and anticipation: "Tongtong wants to compete!"

The homeroom teacher looked down at her determined little face and smiled.

"Okay, as long as Tongtong can outperform the other children, Tongtong will participate, okay?"

Tongtong clenched her little fist: "Just watch how Tongtong does!"

For the next ten days or so, Mo Ye and He Wanqing saw Tongtong working on test papers every day.

The little figure sat at the desk, back straight, chubby little hand holding a pen, moving it quickly across the paper. Even when eating, it would take several calls to put down the pen.

This broke their hearts. They knew she could live comfortably even if she did nothing, yet she worked so hard.

Mo Ye carried a cup of hot milk to her side, his voice filled with concern and comfort: "Tongtong, take a rest."

Tongtong didn't even look up, her pen still moving swiftly across the paper:

"No, the competition is in three days! Tongtong has to win first place! The school will give a 30,000 yuan prize to the first-place winner!"

Mo Ye sighed as he looked at her "I'd risk my life for money" attitude and didn't try to persuade her any further.

Yes, Tongtong has been there for more than ten days and her growth rate is astonishing. She has already surpassed the student originally assigned by the school and secured the spot.

When she gets home, she always asks He Wanqing to give her extra lessons. Even He Wanqing thinks she was born for this job.

Tongtong fell asleep on the table at 10:30 p.m., her little face resting on her arm, her mouth slightly open, her breathing long and even, and she was still holding a pen in her hand, the pen tip leaving a crooked little ink dot on the paper.

Mo Ye picked her up, looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, and whispered to He Wanqing beside him, "This little girl is too hardworking."

He Wanqing reached out and brushed the stray hairs that had fallen across her face, her voice soft: "She chose it herself."

Mo Ye nodded: "As long as she's happy."

He carried her into her little room, gently placed her on the bed, pulled the blanket over her, and kissed her on the forehead.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing have already taken their annual leave and are waiting for Tongtong to finish her exams so they can go home for the New Year.

On the day of the competition, a lot of parents gathered outside the examination hall, all of whom had brought their children to participate in the competition.

When Tongtong's small, soft figure jumped off the car, all the parents around turned to look at her.

A little boy of three or four years old, carrying a bear backpack and with two little pigtails, stood there much shorter than the other children.

Some parents couldn't help but express their heartache:

"Why is this child so small? Is he/she never going to grow up? He/She looks only three or four years old..."

Mo Ye heard this and nodded to the parents around him:

"Thank you everyone for your concern for my daughter. She is only three years old this year."

The surrounding parents were instantly stunned—three years old?

Doesn't that mean the baby was only recently weaned?

How did you end up at the elementary school math competition exam venue?

Tongtong's homeroom teacher squatted down, held Tongtong's small shoulders, and said patiently:

"Tongtong, don't be nervous, just go in and do your best. We're just here to experience the exam atmosphere."

Tongtong pouted and said, "I know~ If the situation allows, Tongtong will go easy on you!"

The homeroom teacher's expression stiffened slightly, and she quickly waved her hand:

"Tongtong, don't hold back! If you get a prize, I'll personally reward you with a thousand yuan!"

Tongtong's eyes lit up instantly. She stretched out her chubby little hand and said in her sweet, childish voice, "Pinky promise!"

The homeroom teacher smiled and extended her little finger, hooking it with hers.

Although Tongtong had a good attitude, the parents and teachers around her still didn't think highly of her. After all, she was too young, and standing with the other children, she looked like an immature bean sprout.

Tongtong participated in the lower grade group, which is the competition for grades one to three.

Wearing a bear-shaped backpack, she stood at the entrance of the examination hall, turned around and waved her chubby little hand at Mo Ye and He Wanqing, saying in her childish voice, "Daddy, Mommy, Tongtong is going in~"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing spoke at the same time: "Go for it!"

Tongtong nodded, then strode into the examination room with her short legs, her small figure disappearing into the doorway.

The homeroom teacher stood next to Mo Ye and He Wanqing, her palms sweating with nervousness.

She rubbed her hands together, her eyes fixed on the exam hall door, seemingly praying for something.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing, on the other hand, were quite calm, their fingers intertwined, like an ordinary couple waiting for their child to get out of school.

They didn't ask for much; they just wanted Tongtong to be happy.

The homeroom teacher is different; this is a promising student she discovered. If he wins a prize, her year-end bonus and other rewards could double.

She took a deep breath, exhaled, and then took another breath.

Inside the examination room, Tongtong was facing the first serious challenge of her life—the table was too high.

She sat in that standard-sized exam chair, her two short legs dangling in mid-air.

She tried to move her body forward to reach the table, but her forearm was still too short.

The three proctors in the examination room had already noticed her.

When they checked the admission ticket and ID card just now, they were secretly surprised. Three and a half years old?

The birth dates on their ID cards were clearly visible; they looked at them three times before they were sure they weren't seeing things.

One of the female teachers had a thought: This must be someone with connections, otherwise how could such a young child participate in this kind of competition?

Her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Tongtong a few more times, and she had already labeled her as a "connected person" in her mind.

However, when she saw the little boy sitting on the chair, unable to reach the table, his face filled with anxiety and helplessness, her doubts softened a bit.

Regardless of whether they are related by connections or not, such a young child probably doesn't understand anything. The fault lies with her parents, not the child.

She sighed, walked over, bent down, and said in a very soft voice, "Huantong, let me help you."

Tongtong looked up, saw the teacher approaching, and quickly gave a sweet smile, saying in her childish voice:

"Thank you, teacher! Just call me Tongtong!"

Looking at her soft and cuddly appearance, the teacher's impatience vanished completely, leaving only tenderness.

She helped Tongtong adjust the height of the chair, then lifted her up and sat her down so that her little hands could rest on the table.

Tongtong sat up straight, her two chubby little hands neatly placed on the table, her little face full of seriousness.

Looking at her well-behaved little face, the teacher couldn't help but sigh again, muttering to herself:

What a tragedy! Such a young child. Even if a rich family's child wanted to cheat, they wouldn't need to do it this way.

She couldn't help but ask, "Little one, are you still in kindergarten?"