Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Only after receiving a definite no from their parents and teachers did the children, holding their teachers' hands, return to the classroom one by one, wilting like blades of grass battered by the wind.

Teacher Cui was stopped, and the parents were curious about who the genius their children were talking about was. Was it real or fake?

Parents who envy other people's children's photographic memory are already working for them, and it won't be long before everyone around them knows.

One after another, they passed on their knowledge; while striving, they also had a great deal of curiosity.

Wang Qi had no idea that her name would spread throughout the entire city.

Three months later.

Wang Qi officially became a student at the Machinery Factory Kindergarten, carrying a yellow backpack with a red apple pattern that her mother had bought for her.

She wore a white short-sleeved shirt with small yellow flowers on top, gray pants on the bottom, and a pair of new white sneakers on her feet.

Her hair was tied in two little buns with red hair ties.

A chubby, white head, with round, bright, intelligent eyes, held the teacher's hand without crying or fussing.

With a mix of joy and trepidation, Teacher Shen held the little genius's hand. She was honored to be her first teacher: "Baby, are you tired? Do you want me to help you carry your schoolbag?"

She has a round face, almond-shaped eyes, and speaks gently, making her very approachable to children.

Wang Qi shook her head: "No need, I can take it myself, thank you teacher."

What an obedient and sensible child! Shen Tian felt that her mother had the foresight to give her such a good name.

Shen Tian is destined to be a genius.

Recalling Teacher Cui's regretful look, she puffed out her chest triumphantly, her face becoming serious, but no matter how hard she tried to control it, her mouth still curled into a grin.

It's only a few minutes' walk from the gate to the classroom.

Shen Tian led Wang Qi to the classroom and found her a seat, originally intending to let her sit in the middle.

But the size is wrong.

If she sits in the middle, she will block the view of the children behind her, because Wang Qi is half a head taller than the children who have just started school.

Wang Qi volunteered, "Teacher, I'll sit in the back, otherwise I'll block the view of the children in front." As she spoke, her eyes held a unique childlike pride.

Tall children are admired and looked up to by others.

As a result, she doesn't need her parents to urge her to drink milk; she just grabs it, puts it to her lips, and drinks it all in one go.

That's why I grew so much taller.

Shen Tian never expected her to be so understanding, and said gently, "Okay, Bao'er is a sensible and good child."

I took her to the last row.

Wang Qi used a new handkerchief to wipe the table clean, took out the paper and pen from her schoolbag, put the handkerchief back in her schoolbag, and went home to wash it for her father. Only then did she have time to look at her classmate who was crying.

With red-rimmed eyes, fair skin, big eyes, and two pigtails, she looked as exquisite as a movie protagonist.

Her crying wasn't annoying because she was crying softly, and she would occasionally look up at Wang Qi.

Wang Qi took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her: "Don't cry. You can go home to see your mom and dad this afternoon."

Wang Qi stared blankly at his deskmate, his gaze unfocused, and he didn't take the handkerchief.

Wang Qi sighed inwardly. She stuffed a handkerchief into her deskmate's hand, and when the classmate didn't move, she gave the instruction: "Wipe your tears."

The classmate, snapping out of her daze, wiped her eyes, tears welling in them, and cried, "I want my mom."

Wang Qi nodded calmly.

"I want Mommy. Mommy will come back to pick you up this afternoon. Don't cry, you crybaby..." she threatened, "You'll become stupid."

"Foolish, you got scammed," Wang Qi said, shaking her head.

The classmate was stunned. Even a child wouldn't want to be a fool.

She inhaled, her eyes widened, and the bubbles on her nose grew bigger: "I... I want to be a smart child, not a stupid one."

Wang Qi frowned, then her eyes darted around: "My mother says that smart children are brave and responsible. Are you one?"

"Yes, Zhuozhuo is."

"Alright, responsible Zhuozhuo, you can take my handkerchief to wipe your nose, but remember to give me a new one back." Wang Qi couldn't stand seeing her deskmate's snotty face.

She also couldn't tolerate other children getting snot on her handkerchief.

Zhuozhuo inhaled, "...Thank you." She was a polite and well-behaved child. "I'll ask my mom for it tomorrow."

Wang Qi nodded, glanced at Weiwei crying in the front row, and praised, "You are one of the bravest children in the class, Zhuozhuo..."

Before Zhuozhuo could speak, the person in front turned around and said, "Me too, Weiwei is the bravest one."

No one doesn't want to be a great hero, even a three-year-old child would.

Wang Qi: "Brave people don't cry, like me."

He roughly wiped away the tears on his face and stubbornly said, "I didn't cry, they just got on my face by themselves." This was a child who cared about his image.

"Who would believe that?" Teacher Shen silently interjected from the side.

Wang Qi, without blinking or losing her composure, said: "Yes, you are the brave Weiwei now. You won't cry, you will always be the brave Weiwei."

The girl in the front row stopped crying slightly.

Wang Qi's gaze then fell on Weiwei's deskmate.

She didn't want to hear the crying, but the teacher couldn't control it, so she had to take matters into her own hands.

Fortunately, the crying around her had stopped.

Wang Qi wrote in her diary when she got home: On the first day of kindergarten, I learned not to cry because crying is really noisy.

She asked her mother to write the words she didn't know how to write.

A child and an adult's notes were left on the notebook.

It's like the most beautiful memories of those times.

But life isn't always smooth sailing. May 1966.

The wave of people moving to the countryside began, and schools were closed.

Wang Qi is temporarily unable to attend first grade, but the person in the family who is most worried is not her, but her older sister Wang Hong.

Wang Hong graduated from junior high school at the age of fifteen and has not yet found a job that allows her to stay in the city.

night.

The stars were obscured by dark clouds, and the moon's light could not be seen.

"Mom, can you... can you think of something for my older sister?" Wang Qing's eyes reddened, and she inwardly blamed herself for being too young and useless.

Even if she were reborn, she still couldn't find a new job for her older sister.

I can only ask the person I hate the most for help.

Zhang Yanzi and Wang Tiezhu were surrounded. The children, having matured considerably since the two had let go of their responsibilities, were all eagerly awaiting their answers.

It wasn't for Wang Hong, it was for themselves.

Zhang Yanzi met their gazes and subconsciously hugged Bao'er tighter. She coughed and said, "Your dad and I are also asking, and we've asked people we know to ask together."

Wang Qing breathed a sigh of relief; she was just afraid that her parents wouldn't do their best.

Unexpectedly, the couple even engaged in sexual activity.

She patted her older sister's arm, signaling her to say a few kind words. Wang Hong's eyes reddened as she thanked her.

Wang Qi looked curiously at her eldest sister, then at her other older sisters and brothers.

Wang Tiezhu continued, "However, as you all know, the situation is different now than before. A job is good, not to mention for dual-income families, even for cadre families."

The saying "one job is sought after by thousands" is not a joke.

It is reality.