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

Tongtong glanced at her, thinking to herself, "The teacher seems a bit slow, so pitiful." She then said:

"Teacher, isn't this an elementary school competition? Tongtong must be an elementary school student! Tongtong is in first grade!"

The female teacher paused for a moment, then seemed to remember something and suddenly realized.

She had heard before that a three-year-old child had skipped a grade and entered primary school, but she thought it was just someone bragging. She didn't expect it to be true.

She looked Tongtong up and down. Hmm, a very cute little dumpling, chubby and fair-skinned. Her parents were feeding her very well.

While other three-year-olds are probably still throwing tantrums, she's here to participate in a competition.

The female teacher tentatively asked, "Did your parents send you?"

Tongtong: "No! Tongtong wanted to come herself!"

The female teacher was stunned.

She thought of her ten-year-old son, and how she had been helping him with his homework yesterday, but he couldn't even teach her the largest single digit.

She and her husband are both renowned teachers, and last night they were both deeply suspicious—it's impossible for their ancestral graves to keep emitting auspicious smoke forever.

The bell rang to signal the start of the exam, and the three invigilators began reading out the exam rules.

Tongtong sat up straight, her two chubby little hands flat on the table, her little face tense, listening very attentively.

This is no joke; it concerns her 30,000 yuan!

After getting her hair curled, Tongtong first wrote down her name and exam number, attached the barcode, and then started browsing the questions.

Her eyes scanned from the first question to the last, her little mouth opened slightly, and then a confident "that's it" spread across her face—it's that easy!

She picked up her pen and started writing quickly.

All three proctors paid special attention to her because she was so small and cute that it was hard not to notice her.

The female teacher casually walked over, wanting to see if she had properly affixed the barcode and written her name, but actually wanted to see her answers.

She glanced down at the test paper; less than three minutes later, Tongtong had already gotten to the fill-in-the-blank questions.

Her first thought was that she was just writing randomly, but when her eyes fell on the questions she had already answered, she couldn't help but rub her eyes.

All correct.

The female teacher gasped, then looked at the next question she was working on; it was still correct.

He's not a relative; he's a genius.

Half an hour later, Tongtong put down her pen, raised her little head, and let out a long breath.

She checked it twice, as her teacher and mother had taught her: you have to check carefully before taking a test.

After confirming that it was correct, she looked at the other children who were still scratching their heads, her little mouth twitched slightly, and she thought to herself: First place is mine! Then she raised her chubby little hand.

The female teacher walked over; she had already guessed that Tongtong wanted to hand in her paper.

Tongtong said, "Teacher, I want to hand in my paper."

The female teacher glanced down at her test paper. Although the handwriting wasn't particularly beautiful, it was neat and the paper was clean, with almost no trace of corrections.

She nodded and collected the test paper.

Tongtong jumped off the chair, her short legs clattering as she walked out of the examination room.

Tongtong's early submission of her exam paper had a devastating impact on the mental state of the other children in the exam room.

Children are naturally not very calm, and when they saw that the little one had finished writing so quickly, they all started to panic.

Some children have already started sniffling, their eyes are red, and they seem to be on the verge of tears from the shock.

When Tongtong walked outside the examination room, the sunlight shone on her little face, making her feel warm and cozy.

As soon as she stood still, a reporter carrying a camera and microphone walked over quickly.

The reporter crouched down and brought the microphone close to Tongtong's mouth:

"Little friend, you're the first one to leave the exam room! Did you find the exam difficult?"

When Tongtong saw the camera, her little eyes lit up instantly.

Instead of answering the reporter's question, she first asked, "Is this a camera tag?"

The reporter paused for a moment, then nodded.

Upon hearing this, Tongtong immediately puffed out her little chest, slightly raised her chin, and straightened her clothes:

"Then you need to make Tongtong look pretty in the photos, otherwise she won't cooperate!"

Mo Ye and He Wanqing saw this scene from afar and covered their faces at the same time.

The parents around couldn't help but laugh. They had all been nervously waiting for their children to come out, but now they were all amused by the little dumpling.

The reporter suppressed a laugh, her voice carrying a hint of professional gentleness and assurance:

"I have over ten years of experience in photography. Trust me, I'll definitely take beautiful pictures of you, okay?"

Tongtong nodded in satisfaction, waved her little hand, and said in her childish voice, "Good, go ahead and ask!"

The reporter asked again, "Little friend, how did you feel about the difficulty of the exam? Why were the results released so quickly?"

Mo Ye, He Wanqing, the homeroom teacher, and the surrounding parents all pricked up their ears, eager to hear what this little one would have to say.

Tongtong sighed.

The homeroom teacher was on tenterhooks. Could it be that...?

Then she heard Tongtong's childish voice say, "Too easy~".

The homeroom teacher's anxiety instantly subsided.

The first reaction of the reporters and the parents around them was disbelief. How could such a young child find these competition questions easy?

The reporter pressed further: "Isn't simplicity better?"

Tongtong's little face was filled with worry, as if to say, "You wouldn't understand."

"Oh no! It's too easy! What if they can write it?"

The people around fell silent.

The reporter chuckled, a hint of mischief and curiosity in his voice: "So, what do you want to say?"

Tongtong coughed, cleared her throat, and then spoke in a serious tone, her little face full of solemnity:

"I'm warning you teachers who set this exam! Don't make the questions so easy next time! Your abilities have reached their limit!"

The words that came out of that sharp little mouth silenced everyone around her.

He Wanqing quickly walked over, reached out and pressed her hand on Tongtong's little shoulder, her voice tinged with helplessness: "It's a suggestion, not a warning."

Tongtong scratched her little head and asked in her childish voice, "Is this how it is?"

Mo Ye bent down and picked up Tongtong, nodded to the reporter, and said in a polite and apologetic tone:

"I'm sorry, my daughter is still young. Let's do the interview another time."

Tongtong squirmed in his arms, waving her chubby little hands in the air: "Tongtong hasn't finished speaking yet!"

Mo Ye carried her and strode out of the crowd.

As the reporter watched Tongtong being carried away, he felt a little sorry for her; the little guy was just too adorable.

She's confident that this interview video will go viral.

Then she continued interviewing the elementary school students who came out later. They all hung their heads and said weakly, "It's too hard. The teacher who set the questions is inhuman."

When the parents saw that even their children, who were that big, were stumped, they began to think that Tongtong had been bragging.

The reporter had a plan: this was a good opportunity to create hype. The three-and-a-half-year-old girl finished her exam in a little over half an hour, saying the questions were too easy, while the other test takers said they were too difficult.

Mo Ye walked up to the homeroom teacher, ready to say goodbye.

Tongtong peeked her little head out from Mo Ye's arms, waved her chubby little hand at the homeroom teacher, and asked in her childish voice:

"Teacher, if Tongtong gets a perfect score, can you give me extra money?"