"Call me if you need anything. Maybe I can help you take care of the kid."
Ma Ling'er looked at Bobo meaningfully, and then she left without turning back.
Bobo covered his face, and his baby face was having a breakdown. "Chuchu, why did you come to the elite class? You're only six years old. Shouldn't you be studying in the first grade of the preschool class? Do your uncle and your mother know that you came to the elite class?"
Gu Chu nodded. "The principal gave me an intelligence test and a talent test, and he let me study in the elite class."
"But you're only six years old..." BoBo sighed. "Forget it, forget it. I'll bring you to our computer headquarters first. Chuchu, IT isn't the same as gaming. There's still a difference between the two."
Gu Chu: Trust me, I know.