Craig frowned slightly; at that moment, he was unaware that he disliked her aloofness.

Nanzhi was past the age for school enrollment, and she had no registered identity information in this world.

To get her enrolled, Aleille donated a large sum of money to the school.

Everywhere, capital always reigns supreme.

On the day Nam Chi enrolled in school, the principal personally received her.

The principal thought that Alaire's appearance was already stunning, but he did not expect that Corlad was even more beautiful.

He possessed an indescribable air of nobility and a powerful, compelling aura that made even the worldly-wise fifty-year-old principal feel an irresistible urge to submit.

The principal bent down to kiss Clare's hand, but Clare subtly avoided it.

"I hope the principal can treat Cynthia like a normal child. I don't want others to know that she is different from others."

"Understood, please rest assured."

Although the principal didn't know their identities, he knew that someone who could donate £100 million to the school in one go was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Hello Cynthia, I am the principal of this school. This is your teacher, his name is Senzo. He will take you to the school in a moment. You can ask him if you need anything, or you can come here to find me, is that alright?"

Nan Zhi nodded obediently: "I understand, thank you for your kind hospitality, Principal."

Nanzhi's politeness relieved the principal.

He had initially thought that a child from a family who started school so late might be a difficult one, but he never expected Nanzhi to be so sensible and articulate.

Nanzhi took the schoolbag from Alair's hands. "Thank you, brother."

This was the first time Nanzhi had ever called him that, and Alaire was stunned.

He stared blankly as Nanzhi raised her hand to say goodbye to them, "Goodbye, brothers."

"Teacher, let's go."

After Nanzhi finished speaking, she left the office with Professor Mori.

Arale recalled the expression on Nanzhi's face when she called him "brother" and found her rather cute, with a sweet voice.

It seems like she's not so bad after all.

But as he was leaving the school, he suddenly noticed that Claire seemed to be in a bad mood.

Although Craig usually had a blank expression, this time his expression was unusually cold, and he even glanced back at the school several times.

Sitting in the car, Alaire couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are you worried about Cynthia?"

Collider lowered his eyes slightly, not denying his own thoughts: "This is the first time she has left the castle."

Alaire patted his chest: "Brother, don't worry, I've already arranged for knights to protect her in secret, no one will harm her."

Kled gave a faint "hmm".

In fact, even Clare didn't know that his feelings for South China were more than just concern.

She always called herself "brother," but today she suddenly called him "Aleil" and was so well-behaved and polite to the principal.

My feelings suddenly became somewhat complicated.

Perhaps he also developed a protective instinct towards his offspring, just like humans.

Nanzhi was taken to the classroom by Senzo, who made her stand on the podium and introduce herself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Cynthia. I'm very happy to be your classmate. Please take care of me in the future."

Senzo led the applause, and the students below followed suit.

Most of the children looked at Namzhi with friendly eyes.

Senzo said, "Cynthia, would you mind finding a seat for yourself?"

Nanzhi nodded, "Okay, teacher."

She walked toward a seat towards the back of the middle, carrying her schoolbag.

As soon as she sat down, a white boy behind her called out, "Cynthia, why are your eyes black? Are you mixed race?"

Nan Zhi hummed in agreement, didn't chat with him much, and sat down obediently.

This is a prestigious private school. The children who study here are all sent by noble families, and their families are generally quite well-off.

Some of the children's parents are wealthy businessmen, and some are politicians. The one I just spoke to, his father is the current president's assistant. He is rich and powerful, and everyone at school is afraid of him.

After Nanzhi remained silent, he continued, "Who are your parents?"

He was eager to know about Nanzhi's family relationships.

"The teacher is here." After saying this, Nan Zhi sat down and ignored him no matter what he said.

Western courses are very flexible. Apart from fixed subjects like Mandarin, physical education, music, and outdoor activities, most of the time teachers teach whatever they want.

The class was taught by a female teacher. As soon as she came in, she picked up the name list and started calling roll.

Senzo had already told her about Nanzhi's arrival.

When she called on Nanzhi, she looked at Nanzhi's hair color and pupils, her expression somewhat subtle. "Cynthia, please give a self-introduction, be specific, and include your parents and family."

There are too many people with connections in the school. If a teacher is not careful, she can offend many children and parents. That's why this female teacher was so eager to know who Nanzhi's parents were.

This will make it easier for her to manage things in the future.

Of course, she also had her own selfish motives.

Sometimes it's necessary to make an example of someone, and those children from less privileged backgrounds become the targets.

Nanzhi stood up and said gently, "I have no parents, only two older brothers. They are ordinary people with no jobs. They grow their own vegetables in their own garden. Every day, I pick the fruit from the trees and then my brothers and I transport it to a faraway place to sell."

Hearing her words, the teacher smiled meaningfully, "Your brother is Chinese, right?"

Only Chinese people like to grow vegetables in their yards and pick fruits that locals don't want to sell.

Nam Gyi neither confirmed nor denied it.

The teacher then asked, "Do you know how you got to our school?"

"I don't know," Nanzhi said thoughtfully. "It seems that my brothers sold a lot of fruit before they sent me in."

Upon hearing this, the female teacher's smile became slightly contemptuous.

The other students in the classroom burst into laughter.

The white boy behind Nanzhi laughed the loudest, in particular.

After class, Nam Chi overheard them talking about her behind her back, calling her "chinaman" and "chink."

These two words are very insulting, just like Americans calling Black people "slaves."

Nanzhi wanted to behave herself and study here, and didn't want to cause any trouble or make Claire angry.

She got up and went to the bathroom.

Shortly after she went inside, the white guy sent a few girls in and told her to call him "chink" from outside.

"This new mixed-race guy has eyes as small as slits. He's such an ignorant fellow, a penniless wretch."

Nan Zhi walked out and looked at them coldly: "Can you please learn to respect people?"

The girl in the lead sneered, "What did you hear? She's just a Chinese guy, and she thinks she deserves respect? Does she even deserve it?"

The girl behind him burst into laughter.

Nanzhi raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face, silencing the laughter.