My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

96-100

Chapter 96 - Was he at fault back then? Maybe so.

After returning to Beijing, Rong Ting should have gone to kindergarten. In fact, with his aptitude, disposition, and academic progress, he could go straight to elementary school. It was just that elementary school started in the beginning of September, and only students over six years old were accepted. Rong Ting would be turning six this month and could only go to elementary school after school started in September this year. In the past few months, he had also been transitioning in kindergarten, allowing him to adapt to working as a community in advance.

Originally, Rong Ting thought that kindergarten was a place for little kids to run about and play. But after suffering a setback at the elite kindergarten interview, he didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, modern kindergarteners were very clever; they might not necessarily be any worse than him at grasping every aspect of information.

On the first day of kindergarten, Song Yuan was even more nervous than Rong Ting.

She woke up very early today and began to check whether she'd forgotten to pack anything.

The kindergarten had issued water bottles and backpacks. Song Yuan saw Rong Ting wear the kindergarten uniform and couldn't resist. She took out her phone and frantically took more than a dozen photos before barely restraining herself.

The uniform looked very nice, similar to a British school uniform style. Rong Ting clumsily put on the white shirt. Song Yuan crouched down and tied the tie for him. The girl's uniform had a bow-shaped collar, which looked very Western. This made Song Yuan say enviously, "You wouldn't know, all my uniforms from elementary school to high school were very ugly. I've never had this kind of manhua-like uniform. It's the most common sportswear, and it's also very big. Children nowadays are so blessed!"

But Rong Heng thought it was very uncomfortable. "I don't think it's very good-looking. It's very strange."

"You straight men have no sense of aesthetics. You look especially nice wearing this. Just like..." Song Yuan paused, tilting her head in thought, "just like a little prince."

Rong Ting curled his lips. "I am the crown prince."

"That's in ancient times, this is modern times. Let's go, George~"

"I'm not that pig!"

It was the year of the pig, and it was starting to get popular to call girl piglets Peppa and boy piglets George. When Song Yuan first teased Rong Ting and called him George, Rong Ting didn't understand the joke. That was until one time they were shopping together. Rong Ting felt bored and sat in the store, waiting for her. The shop owner thought he was very cute and let him watch TV. Unluckily, the cartoon that was playing was Peppa Pig. After that day, whenever Rong Ting heard Song Yuan call him George, he would strongly protest.

Rong Ting's kindergarten was not far from where they lived. Without any traffic, they could drive there in less than ten minutes.

Song Yuan brought Rong Ting inside the school, where a teacher with kindly features was already waiting by the entrance. This kindergarten had just opened, so there were many 3-4 year old babies wailing by the door and in the garden. Some were also throwing tantrums, refusing to go to school and insisting on going back with their parents. For a while, it was complete pandemonium.

There was a faint trace of impatience on Rong Ting's face. Too noisy here. If he didn't know that he was going to the big kid class, if he were to be in class with these crying children, he definitely would have immediately turned around and left.

"Then, Rong Ting, I'm going."

Song Yuan thought that Rong Ting would be reluctant to part. Last night, she'd been thinking of how to comfort him if he threw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, he was cool and calm. On the contrary, it was her who felt a bit reluctant.