Jiang Mianmian could only helplessly raise her hand, "Teacher Lin, I can read it now."
"Okay, then stand up and read it once for me so teacher can hear," Lin Aibao wasn't quite convinced inside, but didn't say it aloud; she was a patient and good teacher after all.
Ah!
Jiang Mianmian stood up, quickly read it aloud, and immediately sat back down.
Being a student to such a young girl felt rather embarrassing.
Lin Aibao's mouth fell open slightly, her face filled with disbelief. She had only taught it once!
Thinking she might have heard wrong, she casually pointed at one of the pinyin and asked, "What is this read as?"
"e."
"And this one?"
"f."
After questioning five times, she finally believed that Jiang Mianmian had indeed remembered it all.
It turned out her father hadn't lied—San Ya really had a great memory!
After all, when she herself had learned pinyin, it definitely wasn't this quick!