[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 49: 049.

In the classroom, a few teachers and some radish heads were around a rectangular table with pink two-layer fondant cakes on the table, which was very beautiful.

"Come on, kids, shall we sing a birthday song for Mengmeng together?"

The radish heads were very excited: "OK."

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you ~"

"Happybirthdaytoyou ~"

How to describe the mood of the court at this moment? He regretted it, he really regretted it. I don't know why, this atmosphere did not make him feel warm, but there was an embarrassment that he couldn't say, and he frantically wanted to escape from the classroom. Yes, he should not stay here! He wanted to control himself, but he now felt his arm goosebumps.

The most difficult minutes finally passed.

Classroom lights turned back on. The birthday song that sounded like a magic sound finally disappeared, and Rong Ting quietly relieved.

He thought that he should disappoint his mother-in-law. He could never become a child here.

Teacher Helen, who teaches English, is helping to cut the cake. Each child can be divided into a large piece. When it's Rong Ting's turn, the teacher asks which piece he wants.

He looks cool. "Anyway."

This fondant cake is really beautiful.

Teacher Helen could not help but "You are so cold."

Everyone knows it 's Mengmeng 's birthday, and the little carrots are very happy. I think it 's time to give a gift for birthday. Some take a keychain from her backpack and give it to her. As the so-called courtesy is light and affectionate, Meng Meng is also very happy. She is a very introverted child, but today she has a confident and happy smile on her face.

Rong Ting saw that they were all giving gifts. He really didn't know what he could give. Although he had Yakult in his bag, he didn't really want to take it out.

He didn't want to give away his keychain either, it was given to him by his mother.

After thinking about it, Rong Ting simply found Teacher Helen and asked her, "Teacher, are there any pens and papers here? I mean, are there any writing brushes and rice paper?"

There is also a calligraphy class in this institution. Teacher Helen and the teacher in the calligraphy class are good friends, and acquaintances are good at doing things. Soon they borrowed writing brushes and rice paper.

Rong Ting didn't like the writing brush very much, but he still stood at the table and glanced over Mengmeng.

He was not familiar with her, and to be precise, he might not have said a word.

After all, after eating her cake, it is also necessary to prepare a birthday gift.

Thoughts and thoughts, lifted the pen, and wrote four big words on rice paper-smart and smart.

The little radish heads couldn't see the quality of the calligraphy. They only felt that Rong Ting could write a brush, which was too great.

Teachers who knew calligraphy and Teacher Helen looked at each other and both were surprised in the other's eyes.

"Lance, have you studied calligraphy? Why haven't you heard your mother mention it?"

Rong Ting frowned subconsciously when he heard the English name.

He didn't know why he obviously had a name. What did Helen give him ... English name?

"Learned a little." Rong Ting's answer was very modest.