Wang Zongteng, feeling anxious, was placed into the primary class.
During the months on the way back, he had already received enlightenment from his father, Wang Shouzhe, learned some basic addition and subtraction, recognized quite a few characters, and could write, although his handwriting wasn't neat yet.
He heard from his father, Wang Shouzhe, that in the clan school he would meet many little friends, make lots of friends, and play games with pretty girls, so it was a very interesting place. He was quite eager for the clan school.
"Yiya yiya~"
Wang Zongteng's deskmate was a very strange-looking tree.
It wasn't large, but it was very beautiful, its whole body possessing a kind of glass-like luster, even each leaf looked like a gold coin, looking splendid and full of wealth.
This tree, naturally, was Wang Fugui's life-bound Spirit Plant, Wang Baocai.
As Wang Zongteng approached, Wang Baocai waved its branches, enthusiastically greeting him.
"Yiya ya~"
