Dabao listened to his parents praising his sister, and he also stretched his neck to take a look. After taking a look at his sister's neatly written characters, he compared them with his own name which looked like worms crawling, and the difference was obvious. He admired his sister in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it:

  "Dad, my sister's name is so easy to write, with so few strokes. My name has many strokes and is hard to write, no wonder big sister learned to write her name faster than me. If I had a simpler name, I would definitely be able to write it."

  His father was amused by his son: "Okay okay, I'll give you a simpler name. How about Zhou Yi? It's easy to write."

  Dabao didn't realize that Uncle Zhou was joking and took it seriously: "Really? That's great, I'll save time writing my name from now on."

  Zhao Yuzhen was both amused and annoyed, half-jokingly pinching Da Bao's ear: "Silly, doesn't know when he'll grow up. Who has a name like that? Your dad was just teasing you, how could you take it seriously?"

  Dabao discontentedly grumbled: "I want to change my name, my name is too hard to write, there are too many strokes."

  Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him.

  The next morning, Zhou Xiaoyun got up early.

  She put on a dress that fit her best, a polka-dot skirt that reached her knees. Her short hair was combed neatly to the ears, and her small face was washed clean. She carried her school bag in her hand and admired herself in the mirror, still looking very cute!

  Zhao Yuzhen brought up breakfast and waited for the children to finish eating before urging Zhou's father to take the children to school.

  Zhou's father pushed out a bicycle and called for Da Bao and Zhou Xiaoyun to get on, taking the children to ride to a nearby elementary school.

  At that time, there were not many schools. Several villages had one primary school. Some schools had fewer students and smaller scales, only having first to third grades, known as "primary elementary". Those with first to fifth grades were called "complete elementary". The school Zhou Xiaoyun attended was relatively large in scale among rural primary schools. Each grade from first to fifth had two or three classes, besides some substitute teachers, there were also several regular teachers who graduated from normal colleges. The teacher strength was quite good.

  From afar, I saw several rows of tile-roofed houses, Xingwang Primary School is almost here.

  Zhou Xiaoyun found herself getting excited and agitated. It seemed that as her body shrunk in size, she was also adapting to the life of a "little" kid.

  Zhou's father let Da Bao go to his classroom by himself and then took Zhou Xiaoyun to her first-grade classroom.

  There are two classes in the first grade, adjacent to each other. At the entrance of the first classroom stood a fierce-looking woman in her 40s, with a stern expression on her face.

  Zhou Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat: No way! Her first-grade teacher in her previous life was this very Huang Laoshi, and she had suffered at the hands of this Huang Laoshi.

  His father walked up and asked: "Teacher, I've brought my child here for first grade."

  Teacher Huang frowned, looking at the uncouth man in front of her, and spoke with a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "What's your child's name, which class are they in? Don't you know? Our school has two classes for first grade. I'm from Class 1, and Class 2 is next door."

  Zhou's father said "I don't know which class she is in", and then shook his head at Teacher Huang, saying: "My child's name is Zhou Xiaoyun, I'm not sure which class she should go to, maybe first..."

  Zhou Xiaoyun was getting anxious on one side, seeing that her father was about to let her go to class first. Anxiously interrupting her father's words, "Dad," just as she happened to see her uncle arriving with Haizi, "Dad, look, Uncle is here too."

  Zhou Fu followed Zhou Xiaoyun's hand and looked over, only to see Zhou Guofu coming with his son Zhou Zhihai. He quickly took Zhou Xiaoyun and walked over.

  "Big brother, you're also bringing Hai Zi to read first grade."

  Old Zhou Guofu smiled and said, "Yes, your Daliao is one year younger than our Hai Zi. Since Daliao has come to attend the first grade, I also cannot let Hai Zi stay at home and play wildly. By the way, why don't you send Daliao into the classroom?"

  Zhou Fu scratched his head with some embarrassment and said: "I don't know which class to send Da Ya to, there are only two classes."

  "Let's just put Dalia and Haizi in the same class, so they can take care of each other later." Zhou Guofu suggested. "Haizi is in Class 2, you can also send Dalia to Class 2."

  Zhou's father thought for a moment and felt that the idea was not bad, so he took Zhou Xiaoyun and Zhou Guofu together to send the child into the classroom. He instructed the child to listen in class, and the two adults left.

  This is the treatment that can be enjoyed on the first day of school, and afterwards it's just going to school and getting off school by oneself.

  Zhou Xiaoyun took an instant liking to her current teacher.

  This teacher was a young man who had just graduated, probably over twenty years old. He wore glasses and looked very comfortable with his white skin and delicate features. His voice was warm and gentle, speaking standard Mandarin that was pleasant to listen to, making Zhou Xiaoyun feel somewhat enchanted.

  It seems that attending classes will be a pleasant thing from now on, who doesn't like handsome guys?

  More and more children came, most of whom were seven or eight years old. Zhou Xiaoyun, who was six years old, was the only one of her age. Among these children, some familiar faces were from this village, while others were from neighboring villages. The familiar ones quickly gathered together to play, while the unfamiliar ones exchanged names and played happily.

  What a pure childhood! It's better to be a kid!

  Zhou Xiaoyun didn't have time to feel sentimental before being dragged away by Wang Jingjing from the same village to go and play.