The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Zhan Zeyang and Xia Zixuan come from the same school, and they are in the same grade. Both are 14 years old this year and are in the second year of junior high.

Unlike Xia Zixuan and most of his classmates who have worked hard in their studies, Zhan Zeyang is a natural student.

What he reads most is military books, which are defined as idle books by the school and his parents, but his grades have never been affected by reading idle books. On the contrary, he has always ranked first.

This is something Xia Zixuan can't get even with envy, jealousy and hatred.

But it was not only that she could not get it, but almost none of the elite students present could get it.

Therefore, in the face of absolute genius, she would not feel too disappointed.

At this moment, a van drove over, with the words Imperial Capital No. 1 Primary School clearly written on it.

You don't need to guess that it is the five elementary school students who have entered the summer camp this year.

Xia Zixuan sneered at this, and the other middle school students were not very welcome.

It's just a group of children, they are not at the same level at all, and they don't need to bother at all.

"My God, that's right!" Lu Xiaojing's exaggerated voice sounded again.

Xia Zixuan sneered, "It's just a few elementary school students, are you so responsive?"

"No, Zixuan, look at it, this is too much!" Lu Xiaojing pointed to the direction of the van with an exaggerated expression.

Xia Zixuan looked over impatiently, "It's just a few sixth-grade pupils, what's the fuss about..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Zixuan also noticed something wrong.

Not sure if she had read it wrong, she actually saw two of the five elementary school students who got off the bus that were not tall and had immature cheeks. They were obviously not sixth-grade little guys.

"Have you seen, those two little guys, I think they are eight or nine years old, they are just how taller than the desk!" Lu Xiaojing complained in surprise.

Xia Zixuan's expression turned bad, "What's this? Didn't it mean that it was a sixth-grade student who was admitted? How come the first and second year old beanbags have also been mixed in."

"That is to say, this is obviously lowering the standard of our entire summer camp."

"I came here with two small bean bags this time, so next time I can join the kindergarten."

"What else is the elite summer camp? Just call the nursery school."

After seeing Anran and Wuyou, the middle school students immediately expressed their dissatisfaction.

The three students who came with the first elementary school saw that they were disliked by these junior high school students as soon as they got out of the car.

An Ran and Wuyou stood there with expressionless faces. The dislike of the junior high school students did not affect them in the slightest.

It just made them feel a little helpless.

An Ransheng looked at these junior high school students irreverently, "Oh...boring, another group of chirping naive ghosts."

Wuyou took out his mobile phone directly, and stood there playing the game with his face paralyzed.

An Ran probed over and took a look, "Will you still play this game?"

"Yeah." Wuyou nodded.

An Ran shook his head, "I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. If I told you to stop playing, you have already surpassed Aunt Liu Qi's personal ranking second, so what do you want?"

"Not the first." Wuyou looked at the phone screen intently, because the mute was turned on, and others didn't know what he was doing. I thought he was an internet addicted kid who couldn't do without a mobile phone.

"Number one?" An Ran glanced at the screen again, "Don't think about number one, it's a gap, you can't cross it."