Chapter 40

"Come in and introduce yourself to the other children."

While An Xiang was feeling dejected on her own, An Zimo had officially become a kindergarten student.

The teacher stood at the podium and smiled at him. He looked blank-faced as he tugged on his backpack straps and stood beside her.

Including him, there were only nine students in the class. Looking at those innocent, clear-eyed smiling faces, An Zimo sneered disdainfully in his heart.

He had not attended kindergarten in his previous life. Because he was too intelligent, he had completed all his studies at home by himself and naturally had never interacted with children his own age.

An Zimo's mental age was far higher than that of every child present, so he automatically classified them as idiots.

"My name is An Zimo."

"Tell the teacher, how old are you this year?"

The teacher crouched in front of him with a sweet smile, her voice carrying the soft, gentle accent unique to the south.

An Zimo suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. "Three years and seven months."

"Zimo looks so well-behaved. You can sit beside Fu Ze. Fufu, raise your hand."

At the end of his line of sight, the chubby little boy named Fu Ze raised his short arm high.

Obediently, he moved the things off the chair beside him, then took out a little handkerchief and wiped it thoroughly inside and out. With his round little soybean eyes wide open, he waited for An Zimo to come over.

—He didn't look very smart.

Expressionless, An Zimo sat down and casually placed his backpack on the shelf beside him.

"Hello, Zimo. My name is Fu Ze. Everyone calls me Fufu—the Fu from good fortune."

An Zimo propped his cheek up with one hand and said nothing.

"Do you want some candy?" Fu Ze rummaged through his backpack and secretly took out a piece of candy, passing it to An Zimo beneath the table.

"Fufu, don't talk to An Zimo. Be careful, or he'll beat you up."

Pei Yan sat in front of Fu Ze. He still remembered the tooth that had been knocked out, as well as An Zimo's gloomy expression when he had gone home to brag to his great-grandfather after learning "English" that day.

An Zimo was a bad kid.

He refused to play with a nasty brat.

"Huh?" Fu Ze, with two trails of snot hanging from his nose, opened his mouth in a daze. "Zimo can beat people up?"

"He can. He's especially bad." Pei Yan stressed with absolute certainty, then held out his palm. "I think you should give me the candy instead. If the teacher finds it, she'll confiscate it."

The kindergarten did not allow children to bring food in privately. If they were caught, they would definitely be scolded.

Fu Ze loved eating and could not control his mouth. Every time he went out, he always stuffed something into his pockets—candy, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and occasionally a few packets of spicy strips. Then he and Pei Yan would hide in the restroom to eat them.

He sniffled and was about to hand the candy to Pei Yan when An Zimo raised his hand and stood up.

"Zimo, what is it?"

Pei Yan's expression changed drastically, and a bad feeling rose in his chest.

An Zimo pointed at the two of them. "Fu Ze and Pei Yan are secretly eating candy. They probably have other things in their pockets too."

"...!"

"Fu Ze, stand up so the teacher can check."

Fu Ze pulled a long face and reluctantly got up from his chair.

An Zimo sat back down, resting his cheek on his hand as he watched them with a mocking expression, like he was enjoying a good show.

"An Zimo, you're really mean."

Watching the teacher take away the snacks, Pei Yan comforted his companion, who was crying with his head on the desk, while fiercely glaring at An Zimo.

"Oh."

That contemptuous expression made Pei Yan choke with anger. "You won't be able to find any friends if you act like that!!"

"Oh, and?"

Pei Yan's face twisted as he snarled under his breath, "No one will play with you! You'll die lonely, die lonely, die lonely!!"

An Zimo wanted to laugh.

Children's thoughts were just that naïve. Adults did not need friends at all. Though he could not really count as an adult either, he was still much better than these little brats who only knew how to sneak candy.

Pei Yan and Fu Ze were frantically badmouthing him in their hearts.

Stuff like idiot, moron, big jerk—it made An Zimo sneer nonstop.

Kindergarten life was dry and boring. The children around him thought of nothing but pooping and eating. Their minds were so empty and childish that An Zimo could not help turning down the volume of his Mind Reading.

Before long, it was lunchtime.

The kindergarten lunch was very generous: two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and soup, along with a small dessert after the meal.

Except...

The food was not as good as An Xiang's cooking.

An Zimo complained inwardly as he spooned rice into his mouth.

"Teacher, when are we going to eat dessert?" Pei Nuo was eating beef cubes while still thinking about the daily after-meal treat. Her eyes were large, her cheeks puffed out, and she was so lively and adorable that she looked like a little elf that could only exist in a virtual world.

The teacher had always favored her and softly said, "Nuo Nuo, be good and finish your meal. We'll have our little dessert after we finish eating."

"Ice cake, ice cake, we want it now!"

"All right, all right. We'll have it soon." The teacher helplessly shook her head and patiently soothed the children.

While the entire class clamored for ice cakes, An Zimo had already finished every bite. Not a single drop remained, and his small table was still as clean and tidy as it had been at the start. Even his little face had not gotten dirty.

The teacher noticed this, and her eyes lit up. She could not help clapping in praise. "Wow, little Zimo is the first to finish his meal! He didn't leave anything behind, and his table is so clean. Zimo gets a little red flower as a reward."

An Zimo: "...?"

"Everyone, give Zimo a round of applause!"

Applause rang out one after another. Swept up in it, An Zimo looked momentarily dazed. Then his brows furrowed, and a hint of hostility appeared in his eyes.

He looked fierce, but the children did not notice his vicious aura at all. They remained enthusiastic, sincerely applauding and praising An Zimo.

An Zimo was going to die.

Die of embarrassment.

"Since Zimo was the first to finish eating, the teacher can reward you with two ice cakes."

Ice cream?

An Zimo touched his teeth and shook his head. "I don't want any."

"Huh?" The teacher froze.

He explained blandly, "It's bad for your teeth." Besides, eating cold food after lunch was harmful to the stomach. This kindergarten was truly unprofessional. They did not even understand such basic things.

The teacher looked at him in great surprise. After working for so long, this was the first time she had seen such a young child with such strong self-discipline.

Once everyone had finished eating, the caretaker took away the meal trays and began handing out ice cakes. Each child could only have one.

Seeing that An Zimo's table was empty, Pei Nuo blinked and passed her small bowl over to him. Her tiny voice was sweet and soft. "Zimo, do you want some ice cake? I can share half of mine with you."

The little square cake in the bowl looked bouncy and appetizing, like jelly.

Oh? It was hawthorn-flavored too.

"I don't want any." An Zimo crossed his arms and turned his head away fiercely.

Pei Nuo pursed her lips and began scooping up the ice cake with her little spoon, eating it bite by bite.

"Mine is cream-flavored!" Pei Yan craned his neck toward Fu Ze. "Fufu, what about yours?"

Fu Ze smacked his lips. "Barbecue-flavored."

"Tch." Pei Yan immediately felt that the ice cake in his hand no longer tasted so good. His eyes rolled around, then he said, "Fufu, let's trade bites. That way, we can eat two different flavors!"

"Wow! Yanyan, you're so smart!!"

The two children chattered endlessly while An Zimo watched them with contempt the entire time.

"An Zimo, stop looking. Even if you look, we won't give you any." Pei Yan carefully shielded the food in his hands and glared fiercely at him. "Turn around, nasty brat."

"Who wants it?" An Zimo snorted and turned his head away.

Pei Yan blinked, then deliberately held his food in front of An Zimo and waved it around. He did not forget to show off. "Mine is super delicious. An Zimo, you really don't want any?"

An Zimo coldly gave him one word. "Scram."

The more An Zimo told him to scram, the less Pei Yan wanted to leave.

Pei Yan simply dragged his chair over and sat beside him. Every time he scooped up a bite, he waved it in front of An Zimo before stuffing it into his mouth and smacking his lips.

[So good, so good. Let An Zimo drool with envy.]

[Make him mad, make him mad.]

An Zimo's fists tightened slightly. His eyes locked onto Pei Yan. "Are you going to scram or not?"

"Nope. Bleh..."

His tongue was smeared with red ice cake, making him look even more punchable.

An Zimo's expression darkened. He grabbed the little box of dessert and threw it into the trash can behind him.

Staring at the empty little plate before him, Pei Yan's eyes widened, and he did not recover for a long moment. The next second, his anger erupted. He pounced on An Zimo, pinned him to the floor, bared his sharp teeth, and bit down on An Zimo's shoulder.

They said an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

How could An Zimo let himself be bitten for no reason? He immediately refused to back down and bit Pei Yan's ear in return.

The two children fought fiercely. The children nearby froze at first, then began slapping the tables and cheering.

"Go, go! Pei Yan, go!!"

"Bite him to death, bite him to death!"

"Fight, fight!!"

The children in this class were not timid at all. The scent of blood excited them. Screams and shouts mixed together as the entire classroom descended into chaos.

The teachers could not let them continue making such a racket, so they hurriedly separated the two.

"An Zimo, pay me back for my ice cake!!"

"Pah!" An Zimo panted as he spat out a mouthful of blood, along with another tooth. He reached up to touch his mouth, and sure enough, the tooth beside it had been knocked out.

Fine. At least he would not have to keep grinding it every day.

An Zimo glared viciously at Pei Yan. "I won't stoop to your level. Get far away from me."

"Y-you're so arrogant!" Pei Yan stamped his foot furiously. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

"Heh." An Zimo gave a cold laugh, slightly lifting his chin as he looked down on the crying, fussing Pei Yan across from him. He looked arrogant, and his words were even more overbearing. "I'm just this arrogant. Maybe one day, you'll even have to call me Grandpa."

"You..."

Pei Yan was just about to pounce again when the teacher stopped him.

She picked them both up, one in each hand. "Pei Yan, An Zimo, come over here and reflect on what you did. If you don't reflect properly, you're not going out to play!" As she spoke, she dragged them to the corner and forcibly made them hold hands.

An Zimo stared in disbelief for a moment before quickly shaking free.

"You can't let go." The teacher's expression turned stern. "Members of the same clan should love one another. Since you don't know how to do that, the teacher will teach you. You can leave when you shake hands and make up. Otherwise, you'll keep holding hands like this."

As she spoke, she forcibly made them hold hands again.

An Zimo gritted his teeth and stood against the wall without saying another word.

Pei Yan trembled for a while but refused to admit defeat. With a forceful huff, he turned his head to the other side.

The two remained deadlocked like that. After a while, one would pinch the other; then the other would pinch back. They secretly competed with each other, refusing to let go or admit defeat.

"Teacher, I need to pee." An Zimo raised his hand, only to hear Pei Yan stubbornly say, "Teacher, I need to poop!"

The teacher nodded, her smile kind and gentle. "All right. You can go to the restroom together."

An Zimo: "..."

Pei Yan: "..."

Teacher: I didn't spend over a hundred years teaching for nothing.

Next chapter, Momo will have to face reality.

I'm going to eat barbecue in a bit. After that, I'll consider getting my tooth pulled. Waaah.

The first hundred commenters get red envelopes.

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Look what I secretly did!

"My Thirteen-Year-Old Dad Came Through Time"

Su Li had always been on bad terms with her family. After running away from home in her youth, she never went back.

Until one day, a boy who looked only thirteen stood outside her door.

Then she heard the boy say in a cool voice, "Hello. I heard you're my daughter. I came to rely on you."

Su Li: "...????"

**

Ever since her thirteen-year-old dad came through time, Su Li had not had a single peaceful day.

Her teenage dad managed her meals and sleep, requiring her to be home before ten every night.

Later, she secretly brought her domineering CEO boyfriend home for the night, only for her dad to catch them red-handed.

The domineering CEO boyfriend stared thoughtfully at her teenage dad for a few seconds, then said with determination, "...I don't mind having another son."

Su Li: "He might mind having another son-in-law."

The domineering CEO boyfriend: "...?????"