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Don't look at me... Don't look at me...

"Little friend, what's your name?"

The teacher leaned close to Shang Yunmiao's ear and asked in a very gentle voice.

Hearing her gentle tone, Shang Yunmiao grew a little bolder. She lowered her head and answered very softly, "Yun, Yun Shangmiao..."

Yun Shangmiao, is there anyone in the class with that name?

The answer was, of course, no, because Shang Yunmiao was so nervous that she mispronounced her own name.

She immediately realized she had said the wrong name, but being timid, she didn't dare to correct herself.

Fortunately, the teacher in front of her was very responsible. She had seen the list of students in the class beforehand, and because the name Shang Yunmiao was beautiful, she remembered it quite clearly.

Otherwise, she would probably have to live with the wrong name for a while.

"Are you Shang Yunmiao? Your name is so beautiful."

I don't know why, but even though I said it wrong, the teacher still pronounced my name correctly.

Maybe I remembered it wrong, or maybe I just said it right.

The timid child said nothing, but simply nodded silently.

Chen Bing had been watching their conversation closely and remembered it clearly because of the girl's unique name.

Shang Yunmiao's surname is quite rare, and his given name is also very bold.

The clouds are vast and the waters are boundless; the journey home for the traveler is long and arduous.

Longing is a word without proof; do not waste tears on flowery stationery.

In an era before classical poetry became popular and when names like Zihan, Xinru, and Mengmeng were commonplace, parents who could choose such names must have been quite cultured.

Speaking of being cultured, Chen Bing thought of her responsible and gentle Chinese teacher in junior high school. If nothing unexpected happens, she should be able to be her student again in this life.

The teacher then spoke to her for a few more minutes, but Shang Yunmiao only nodded.

Even teachers skilled at communicating with children were at a loss. She could only comfort herself, thinking that perhaps she was just a little scared at the beginning of the school year and would get used to it after a while.

So, after greeting the two children, she went on to check on the others.

Goodbye, teacher.

Shang Yunmiao murmured to herself that she also wanted to talk to this very gentle teacher, but she didn't dare.

Goodbye, teacher.

Chen Bing waved her hand gracefully, then lowered her head to continue reading her book.

If only I could read like him, then the teacher would praise me.

My timid gaze fell upon the book in Chen Bing's hand. If I were to learn from him...

Sensing the little girl staring at her again, Chen Bing subtly tilted her head and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Perhaps sensing that she was being watched, the little girl avoided eye contact, never daring to look directly at him.

No, based on what we know about her so far, she shouldn't know.

The reason why people avoid eye contact is mostly due to introversion; even when they are secretly looking at others, they don't dare to stare directly at them.

Thinking about it this way, her introverted nature is a bit pitiful.

Perhaps I should help her?

Chen Bing turned to look at Shang Yunmiao, but she immediately turned her head back and buried it in her arms, refusing to come out again.

Okay, never mind, I respect other people's choices.

In the time that followed, Chen Bing read the books one by one, while Calabash Brothers was shown bit by bit.

After the class ended, the teacher took all the children to the restroom, of course, the boys and girls went separately.

The teacher took the female students to the girls' restroom, while the male students were entirely entrusted to Chen Bing, a clever child, for care.

Many of these kids were using the toilet in an unfamiliar place for the first time.

The idea of ​​being too shy to go to the toilet is not even in the mind of a three-year-old boy. Instead, there are a few silly boys who just stand there dumbfounded, waiting for someone to help them.

If I had a cell phone right now, I would definitely record your silly expressions and play them on a big screen at your respective weddings.

There was nothing he could do; after all, the teacher had entrusted him with taking care of these little brats, so he could only suppress his frustration and guide them one by one on where and how to use the toilet.

If he encounters one or two particularly foolish people, he has no choice but to physically help them take their pants off.

Besides those who don't know how to use the toilet, there are a few who are really good at it. They go to the toilet again and again, persisting even when they can't urinate anymore. Each of them has their own reasons.

Some were simply following the trend, feeling awkward and out of place if they finished early; others wanted to show off, saying, "Look how amazing I am!"

Chen Bing was speechless about this, but he didn't bother with it, figuring it wouldn't cause him any trouble.

Fortunately, children this age are still in a dazed and silly stage; they may be a bit foolish, but they are not "despicable."

They probably knew that Chen Bing was sent by the teacher to supervise them, and they also knew that he had just helped them. So after using the restroom, most of them huddled around Chen Bing, implicitly taking him as their leader.

History says that Chen Bingwang was defeated in the battle of the toilet.

No, what nonsense am I thinking?

After indulging in his fantasies for a while, Chen Bing led the kids out of the restroom after they finished using it.

On the way, he first counted the number of children. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he asked the children to keep in an orderly line and then led them back to the classroom.

The reason I didn't wait for the teacher at the door was neither to seize her power nor to show her my abilities; I simply felt it was unnecessary.

Back in the classroom, Chen Bing invited the children to the back row to get toys to play with. They quickly mingled together in twos and threes, creating a harmonious scene.

Several little kids brought toys and wanted to play with Chen Bing, and he didn't refuse any of them.

Girls naturally take longer to use the restroom than boys. When the teacher led the girls out of the restroom, she was surprised to find that the boys in her class were missing. Worried, she led the girls back to the classroom, and only felt relieved after seeing that they were all back.

At the same time, she became even more satisfied with Chen Bing.

After playing with the children for a while and having a nutritious lunch prepared by the hospital, it was time for their regular nap.

This part was naturally another nightmare. The children were noisy and couldn't quiet down at all. Even when they did quiet down, someone would suddenly start crying, and then the crying would spread to the whole classroom.

In the midst of the noise, Chen Bing couldn't sleep or read.

He could only watch the teacher comforting the crying child with boredom, and at one moment he suddenly had the idea that maybe he shouldn't go to kindergarten.

His aimless gaze wandered around, but he couldn't find a suitable place to settle. It wasn't until Chen Bing turned over and saw Shang Yunmiao's pitiful face and the sound of her crying that his gaze finally stopped wandering.

The moment she was targeted, Shang Yunmiao buried her face in the blanket, not daring to show it again.

It's summer now. Even with the air conditioning on, you'd still feel uncomfortable under the covers, right?

It was really uncomfortable, so every minute or two Shang Yunmiao would briefly lift the blanket to let herself out for some fresh air.

Taking advantage of the moment she lifted the blanket, Chen Bing also got a good look at her cute little face.

Her skin was fair and smooth. A rosy blush, like the glow of sunset, graced each cheek. Her eyes were large, and her arched eyebrows resembled a wisp of cloud floating in a clear sky.

In short, she is a very cute little girl.

but……

Chen Bing had a strange feeling that she had seen her somewhere before. She couldn't quite put her finger on it; it felt both familiar and strange.

She must have cried herself to exhaustion, because the surrounding noise gradually subsided. Although the midday sun was scorching, it was still quite comfortable in the air-conditioned, shady classroom.

Before Chen Bing could even recall that familiar feeling, he drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was already afternoon.

He rubbed his eyes and then looked at the clock on the wall.

Is it almost four o'clock? The teacher didn't wake us up. Looks like they plan to sleep until school ends on the first day.

Chen Bing swept along the edge of the bed, found his shoes, and tiptoed off the bed to put them on.

Then he saw a pair of teary eyes.

No, you're not asleep?

For some reason, this time when Shang Yunmiao met his eyes, she didn't hide her head under the covers, but just kept looking at him pitifully.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Bing walked up to her.

Even though he walked right up to her, Shang Yunmiao still refused to back down.

"Do you... need to go to the bathroom?"

The little girl silently looked at herself for a while, and a tear fell from one side.

Then, she nodded pitifully.

Well, I can't help it. You're so cute and pitiful, I'll go and call the teacher for you.