Making a Mountain Out of a Molehill?

Mo Jingchun glanced at all the children who had gotten off the bus and saw that every one of them was covering their nose, their eyes full of displeasure.

After looking around several times, Mo Jingchun still couldn't figure out which one was the little Old Six.

He nudged Zero's shoulder and gave him a look.

The next moment, Zero shook his head.

Mo Jingchun was a little surprised. This Old Six was impressive—such a young kid, already with acting skills worthy of a professional.

Suddenly, Mo Jingchun and Zero seemed to share the same thought. They looked at each other and blurted out at the same time:

"It was the driver."

That settled it. Unless something unexpected had happened, the driver was the one who'd farted.

No wonder none of the children had acted strangely. They'd all been victims, so of course they weren't acting strangely.

Hearing Zero and her brother's conclusion, Candy's eyes blazed with anger.

She was just about to confront the driver when she saw the school bus fold up its sign and drive away.

"Hmph. It was definitely that uncle."

Pinching Candy's cheek, Mo Jingchun said with a smile:

"All right, what's the big deal? Look, he was so embarrassed he ran off."

"Come on, let's go home."

When they got home, Candy didn't watch cartoons, which was unusual for her.

"Brother, I'm going upstairs to do my homework."

Mo Jingchun paused, then nodded. "All right. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

With her backpack on, Candy called out without looking back:

"No need! I'll be done with my homework in fifteen minutes."

Watching Candy disappear around the bend in the stairs, Mo Jingchun sighed with feeling.

"The teachers have finally come around and started assigning homework."

Zhou Yaling let out a cold laugh from