Almighty Star Daddy

Chapter 19: This is painted by my dad

The children’s innocent laughter came from the classroom of the second class. Now it’s free time to play. In fact, most of the time in the kindergarten small class is to play. All gathered around a small table.

   "Han Zhixuan, you said your father painted this?" Li Xiaohu stretched out his chubby head enviously, and wanted to touch the picture book on the table.

"Of course, my father told me the story while drawing it. I saw him draw it with my own eyes. My father is amazing." Xuan Xuan sat at the small table with a proud expression. Children are all around.

  Xuan Xuan has already told the children the story of "The Frog Prince" twice according to the picture book, but everyone is still reluctant to leave, and surrounded her with endless thoughts, wanting to read more hand-painted picture books. Xuan Xuan is a child who likes to share. She treats the picture book as a treasure for fear that it will be broken or crumpled. But the children wanted to see and touch, and she didn't mind.

"Xuan Xuan, your father is really amazing. I have never seen such a beautiful picture book in a bookstore." Le Yan cautiously squeezed to Xuan Xuan's side, putting her entire face on the picture book, close and careful Watching, for fear of missing a detail.

   "I think Dad Xuan Xuan must be a painter. My mother said that a painter can draw such a good picture book."

   "Nonsense, there are so many painters, why haven't we read the story books they painted."

   "Na Xuan Xuan's father must be a genius, genius is omnipotent."

The children praised her father around Xuan Xuan. This kind of praise made her happier than the praise she received in art class. Xuan Xuan raised her face slightly, "Of course my father is great. He is not only a painter, but also a Genius, there is nothing in this world that my dad can't do." The subject of every sentence of the little guy is my dad, and he doesn't conceal his little proud look.

"Xuan Xuan, can you lend me the picture book?" Zhang Mengmeng asked timidly. She is no longer satisfied with reading from a distance. She wants to touch the book closer. She likes the beautiful one on it. The little princess also has a frog that turns into a prince.

   "Of course." The little guy picked up the book carefully and handed it to Zhang Mengmeng who was standing behind.

  The children who had not dared to offer to borrow books before became excited and raised their little hands.

   "I want too, Xuan Xuan lend me a look, okay?"

   "I want to borrow too."

   "There is still me."

   "There is still me"

  "..."

  Zhang Mengmeng hugged the book in his arms, for fear of being snatched away by other kids who were eager to try.

"Well, lend it to you, don't grab, don't break my book." The little guy learned the tone of the teacher's speech, a serious command of the friends holding up their little hands, "You are the first, you are the second. Now, your third..." The little guy arranged the order of reading the books for each child without any hassle, and then took his seat proudly.

After the book was taken away, the children changed the battlefield with the book. Whoever took the book, the other people gathered around. They had all read it before, or the next one was to hold it by themselves, but they still couldn’t help but want to encircle it. Looking at it in the past, it was not enough.

Ding Rou had been standing in front of the classroom and observing the children's every move. The book Xuan Xuan brought was the first to go through, because as the head teacher, the things brought by the children must be reviewed first. I originally thought it was just a book. Ordinary storybook, but only when I hold it in my hand, I realize the difference.