Chapter 40 The Little Tyrant of Kindergarten

Since the kindergarten's style changed drastically, this place has become Zhaodi's happy hometown.

To please this little darling, the group of senior academicians all turned into playful old men.

Quantum mechanics and calculus are all sidelined, replaced by competition for "whose water rocket flies the highest" and "whose medicine has the nicest color."

Zhao Di was having a great time, but she wasn't the only child in the kindergarten.

Although the base has been established for a long time and is a Buddhist temple, there are also many military dependents and logistics personnel with their children.

Previously, due to confidentiality regulations and harsh conditions, the children played separately.

Now that a kindergarten has been established, Commander Zhang waved his hand and simply crammed all the eligible little ones in.

Firstly, it was to find some playmates for Zhaodi, so she wouldn't be bored spending all day with a bunch of old men.

Secondly, it also addresses everyone's concerns.

As a result, this high-end kindergarten, which originally only had Zhaodi as its "doctoral student," suddenly became lively.

But when these kids first came in, they were a little resentful.

Especially Wang Dashao's son from the logistics department, whose nickname is Fatty.

This kid is five years old this year. He has a chubby face and a lot of muscle. He is a little tyrant among the children because of his strength.

He felt a pang of sadness as he watched Zhao Di surrounded by a group of elderly men, enjoying good food and fun.

"Who are you? What gives you the right to occupy my territory?"

The chubby guy, hands on his hips, strode aggressively towards Zhao Di, looking like a bandit coming down from the mountain.

Zhao Di was squatting on the ground playing with mud.

Under the guidance of the system, she is building a miniature version of a "mud tank".

Hearing someone challenge her, she looked up, her face still covered in mud.

"I am Zhaocai, and this is my mud."

Zhao Di blinked her big eyes and replied in a childish voice.

When the chubby boy saw that it was a little girl even younger than himself, he got even more excited.

"Forget about bringing wealth and treasures, give me your clay! I want to sculpt a great general!"

As he spoke, the kid reached out to snatch it.

If it were a normal child, they would definitely be crying by now.

But who is Zhao Di?

That guy's seen it all, he's even worked on nuclear fusion.

The system gave a cold snort in her mind.

[Host, this chubby kid is trying to steal your hard-earned money.]

If we tolerate this, where will this system's reputation stand?

See that spring in your hand? It's what Professor Qian left over from his experiment.

Give him a lesson! Teach him about the law of conservation of momentum!

Upon hearing this, Zhao Di grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"No way!"

"This is my tank!"

Fatty got impatient and shoved Zhaodi.

Zhao Di was prepared and nimbly dodged to the side.

Fatty missed his target and almost fell flat on his face.

"You dare to hide?!"

Enraged, the chubby boy bared his teeth and claws, ready to charge again.

Zhao Di remained calm and composed.

She took out the seemingly ordinary but powerful spring from her pocket and picked up a small pebble from the ground.

This is not your average slingshot game.

The system drew a perfect parabola directly on her retina.

It even takes wind speed and air resistance into account.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Di loosened her grip.

With a crisp "bang".

The pebble didn't hit Fatty; that would have been too violent. The system is a civilized system, after all.

The pebble, with a clever twist, struck the metal buckle on the fat man's belt with perfect accuracy.

"Snap!"

The already slightly loose button popped off instantly.

What followed was a scene that all the children in the kindergarten will never forget.

Fatty was rushing forward when he suddenly felt a chill down his waist.

The baggy cotton trousers slid down his two thick legs with a "whoosh".

It slid all the way down to my ankles.

It revealed bright red thermal underwear underneath, with a large tiger printed on its buttocks.

"Wow--!!!"

The air in the entire room froze for a second.

Then a deafening burst of laughter erupted.

"Shame on you! Fatty's showing his butt!"

"Big tiger's ass!"

The children around were laughing so hard they were doubled over, some even rolling on the ground.

Fatty was dumbfounded.

He looked down at his red thermal underwear, his face turning as red as a pig's liver.

"Wow! I want to go home and find my mom!"

The kid was all high and mighty just now, but now he's pulling up his pants, crying his eyes out, and running away.

Zhao Di patted the mud off her hands, looking like a victorious little general.

She stood up and looked around at the children.

"Who else wants to steal my mud?"

In that instant, her image in the children's hearts was even greater than that of Ultraman.

"No, no, we won't steal it! Sister Zhaodi is amazing!"

"Sister Zhaodi, I want to play with that spring too!"

A bunch of kids instantly switched sides, fawning over Zhao Di with utmost obsequiousness.

Zhao Di proudly raised her chin.

"Want to play? Then you'll have to follow orders!"

"Come on, everyone, come here. I'll teach you how to build tanks!"

Thus, a magical scene unfolded in the kindergarten at Base 091.

A group of four- or five-year-old children do not play house or hide-and-seek.

Instead, under Zhao Di's command, they bent over, dug mud, searched for wire, and collected scraps.

"These wheels need to be rounder! Otherwise, it won't run fast!"

"That cannon barrel needs to be thicker! Otherwise it won't shoot very far!"

Zhao Di, like a chief engineer, inspected the construction site with her hands behind her back.

The system acted as her technical advisor.

[That track is well-made; although it's made of mud, the structure is correct.]

That turret is no good; its center of gravity is too high, making it prone to tipping over.

[Host, tell that snotty-nosed kid to widen the chassis.]

When Lin Jianguo came to pick up the child in the evening...

When I entered, I almost thought I had gone to the wrong place.

This doesn't look like a kindergarten.

This is clearly a miniature arsenal!

The playground was filled with rows of uniquely shaped "mud tanks".

Although the workmanship is rough, each one is quite well-made.

Some of them could even move a couple of times.

Zhao Di sat amidst a pile of "tanks," her face covered in mud, smiling like a flower.

He was surrounded by a group of underlings, all covered in dirt, but their eyes were full of admiration.

Even the chubby guy whose pants were blown off that morning was now pulling up his pants and happily handing Zhao Di a drink.

"Sister Zhaodi, have some water! This tank is amazing! It can actually spin around!"

Lin Jianguo was dumbfounded.

He was initially worried that his daughter was too young and would be bullied.

Now it seems that it's good enough that this girl doesn't bully others.

"Dad! Look!"

When Zhao Di saw Lin Jianguo, she immediately pointed to the largest mud tank as if showing off a treasure.

"This is what I made for Dad. He'll drive it to fight bad guys in the future!"

Lin Jianguo walked over and looked at the mud lump that, although ugly-cute, had an unusually reasonable structure.

I felt so warm inside.

He picked up his daughter and kissed her dirty little face.

"Great! Dad will drive this from now on!"

"Our Zhaodi is such a little genius!"

On this day, Zhao Di officially established her unshakeable dominant position in the kindergarten.

The little ancestor, codenamed "Lucky Charm," not only won over that group of old academicians.

Now even these unruly kids are completely under her control.

The system gave a satisfied hum in Zhao Di's mind.

That is.

The host of this system must always be in the center position, no matter where they are.

This is just the beginning.

[Wait until this system teaches you how to build a real Gundam, then that will be truly impressive.]

However, happy days always pass quickly.

Then an urgent telegram arrived from the border.

The atmosphere at the base began to become tense again.

Zhao Di still reigns supreme in the kindergarten.

But she noticed that her father had been coming home later and later lately.

And every time he came back, he had a very strong smell of smoke on him.

That's the smell of sorrow.