Seeing the seriousness on the child's face, Gu Jin didn't expect him to be such a little prodigy.
When An Ming's father passed away, he was only a few years old, yet he has already started teaching himself first-year middle school knowledge.
Thinking about it, Gu Jin nodded, "Alright, start by reading the first-year textbooks. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I hope that in two months, you can enter the advanced class at Wanhai City Middle School."
"Okay!" An Mingji nodded vigorously.
As long as it's sister Ah Jin's wish, he would definitely fulfill it.
Gu Jin was never stingy with her praise for obedient children.
She stood up, walked up to the little one, patted his head and praised, "So good."
Being repeatedly praised for being good, An Mingji lowered his head shyly.
Good, actually, didn't suit him at all.
But if Sister Ah Jin liked it, he didn't mind being "good" like this all the time.
