"Uncle Xiaoyu?" Li Wanzi nudged the distracted Bai Xiaoyu with his little hand.
The unfocused Peach-liked Eye instantly sharpened, Bai Xiaoyu snapped back to reality and curled his lips. With a gentle smile, all the lights suddenly dimmed in comparison.
He ruffled the naive little guy's head, encouraging him, "Then you go tell the principal, say let's have an arithmetic competition."
Looking at that face with a hint of resemblance to that girl's, his mind fully recalled Gu Xiaoer's cute and smiling appearance. Unfamiliar people were always deceived by her innocent and harmless exterior, just like Li Wanzi today.
It seems this little guy not only shares the harmless smile of Xiao Er but also inherited his father's cunning. He clearly remembers that Han Luoli was best at arithmetic when he was young—Li Wanzi is probably not far off.
Both kids agreed, and Principal Hao had nothing more to say.
Two chairs were set up, each for one of the children, as he began to pose questions.
