"Brain-dead, quickly think, what did I do back then, so I can mentally prepare myself!" Ansheng, floating above the kindergarten, vigorously rubbed his head trying to recall what happened at that time.
But he truly had no memory of the past.
Because Ansheng wasn't at the age for school. It was entirely because both of his parents were busy and Ansheng had caused trouble by running off with Uncle Goldfish, which prompted his parents to send him to kindergarten a year early.
At that age, being able to not wet your pants was already considered quite the achievement.
How could he possibly remember, and who could recall how many diapers they'd used as a child?
Meanwhile, as Master Fuli scratched his head, history continued to repeat itself within the kindergarten.
The kindergarten wasn't far from Ansheng's home, roughly three to four hundred meters away. In his pre-school class, he had some familiar buddies and cousins, so he wasn't completely out of place.
