Olaf never tells much about what happened at school. I've never managed to squeeze out of him what he had for dinner or what has he learned that day. Until last night, when information spilled out of him like a river of words. For about a month he had Chinese classes, however mysterious it sounds, and it seems he enjoys it AND he is really good at it.
So first there was a song:
Followed by some random vocabulary:
then he broaden the spectrum and went into counting in Japanese:
...Polish, English and the time loop:
...and then he had enough: