The red scarf is a terrible thing (edited).

In the end, Xia Tong wiped away her tears but remained silent. No matter how Fu Jia tried to coax or threaten her, it was no use. She was like a stubborn, unyielding copper pea that could not be steamed, boiled, hammered, or fried. It wasn't until Fu Jia drove her home that evening that she finally said, "Don't be angry, you little coward."

Xia Tong twisted the strap of her skirt without saying a word, and opened the car door to get out. Fu Jia blocked the door, preventing her from getting out: "I'm talking to you, you can't get out if you don't make a sound."

"Let go! I don't want to talk to you!" Xia Tong said in a muffled voice, her cheeks puffed out.

"Why won't you talk to me? Oh, and you called me crazy. How am I crazy?" He still remembered Yan Chufan's words from this morning, and now he was going to settle the score with Xia Tong. Today, Fu's mother specially dressed Fu Jia in a custom-made little dress, saying it was to satisfy her little prince complex. So at this moment, Fu Jia had red lips and white teeth, and two black grape-like eyes were set in his tender little face, looking innocent. No one could bear to say anything bad about him, but how could Xia Tong be just anyone? In her heart, Fu Jia was a typical devil, and no matter what he wore, it couldn't change that essence.

"Because you're annoying!" Xia Tong was determined to be defiant this time; even a rabbit will bite when cornered!

The driver, Xiao Fang, who was sitting in the front, was already used to this kind of scene. He coughed lightly and said, "Jiajia, don't always bully girls. Uncle will go outside to buy a bottle of water." Then he got out of the car tactfully. This only son of the chief of staff is really too spoiled. Sigh.

"Who's annoying? Say it again!" Fu Jia's tone didn't change because of Xiao Fang's words; she still clung to her and wouldn't let it go.

"I won't repeat myself! Humph!" Xia Tong was indeed provoked today, and her evil intentions were stirred up.

"Is it because I always bully you?" It's his tenth birthday today, and he specially picked her up, but she wasn't happy about it. He saw her give her watch to another boy to play with first thing this morning, and she wasn't happy even when he took her out to play something fun, and she even cried in the end. He's super upset too, okay?

Xia Tong glared at him fiercely, then turned away and ignored him.

Fu Jia turned her head back to face her: "Listen to me properly! If you want me to stop bullying you, you'll have to become my girlfriend."

Xia Tong is now in fourth grade. Although she's still very young and doesn't understand much, there are always some rhymes circulating at school: "First graders are thieves, second graders are robbers. Third graders are all handsome but no one's with them, fourth graders are full of perverts, fifth graders are flying love letters everywhere, and sixth graders are all couples." Having heard these things from a young age, she's picked up some ideas. She doesn't know what couples are; she only knows they're objects of ridicule. Therefore, she's even more furious at Fu Jia's unreasonable and shameful request: "I don't want to!"

Fu Jia's good mood for his tenth birthday was completely ruined. He retorted angrily, "Fine! I don't care! You're dead meat from now on. I won't help you if anyone bullies you!"

"I don't need your help! Don't pretend to be a good person! You're the one who bullies me the most!"

"I'd be a dog if I helped you!"

"Let go, Fu Xiaogou!"

"Xia Xiaozhu, you just wait!" Fu Jia was extremely unwilling after letting go, and said harshly to Xia Tong, who had already gotten off the car.

Xia Tong remembered very carefully that she had broken up with Fu Jia, but Fu Jia obviously didn't have a good memory for this.

On Monday, Xia Tong lingered outside the school gate because she forgot to wear her red scarf. The school stipulates that every student must wear a red scarf to school. Many students on duty wait at the gate to record the names of students who are not wearing red scarves and deduct points from the class. If the homeroom teacher finds out, he will severely criticize and educate the student to vent his anger at having his bonus deducted.

Fu Jia spotted Xia Tong looking anxious from afar and ran over: "What's wrong? Didn't you wear your red scarf?"

Xia Tong was anxious when she heard someone ask her a question. She turned around and saw that it was Fu Jia, whom she had just argued with yesterday. Her eyes dimmed and she hung her head without saying a word.

Fu Jia reached out and pinched her little ear: "I've been speaking to you so generously, and you're still being stubborn with me!"

Xia Tong impatiently slapped his hand away and continued kicking the pebbles on the ground.

"Don't you want my help? If not, I'm leaving now. If your name gets written down and the teacher criticizes you, there's nothing I can do to help you." Fu Jia spread his hands, looking utterly helpless and irritating.

"How can you help me? Do you have two red scarves?" Xia Tong asked him in confusion.

"Anyway, I have a way to help you, as long as you listen to me from now on."

Xia Tong remained silent. She hated always listening to him; she hated being controlled by him.

"Then you can think about it here first. We're going to be late, and I don't have time to waste with you." Fu Jia made a move to leave, and Xia Tong blurted out in a hurry, "Okay, I'll listen to you. Please help me out."

"You should have said so earlier! It's taken so long." Fu Jia deftly pulled the red scarf off her neck and wrapped it around her head. "Go inside!"

"And what about you?" Xia Tong asked, puzzled. "You gave me the red scarf, so how are you going to get in yourself?"

"It's alright, they won't dare to remember my name," Fu Jia waved his hand to reassure her. Xia Tong hesitated for a moment looking at his confident demeanor before going inside.

After watching her go inside, Fu Jia squatted down at the school entrance and took out a yo-yo from his schoolbag to play with. Teachers and students entered the school one after another, but he was the only one leisurely tossing and catching the yo-yo, playing with various tricks.

Suddenly, a black Lexus drove up, and Fu Jia immediately put away her yo-yo and stood respectfully to the side. The car stopped, and the window rolled down, revealing the face of a well-maintained middle-aged man.

"Good morning, Principal Ji!" Fu Jia saluted.

"What are you doing standing here, Jiajia? Get in quickly, class is about to start and you're still standing on the side of the road taking your time." Principal Ji said to him kindly, and immediately opened the car door. Fu Jia didn't say anything and immediately jumped into the principal's car.

Sitting next to the principal, Fu Jia didn't flinch and confidently stuffed her yo-yo into her bag. The principal then asked, "How's your father? Has he been busy lately?"

Fu Jia became much more obedient when facing adults: "He must be busy. My dad came home a little late the other day and my mom scolded him."

Principal Ji laughed heartily: "Chief of Staff Fu is a typical example of a loving husband and a good family man, which we all admire very much. Jiajia, before the summer vacation, our school is going to hold a parent-teacher conference. Could you help me invite your father to give a speech?"

“Oh, I’ll talk to my dad.” Fu Jia nodded seriously.

Principal Ji scooped him up onto her lap, patted his head, and praised him with satisfaction, "Hey! Jiajia is such a good boy!"

Fu Jia frowned almost imperceptibly, but when she saw the group of students on duty standing in two rows saluting the principal's car, she smiled smugly.

As the principal, Ji naturally knew Fu Jia's background perfectly well from the moment he enrolled. In a public school like theirs, where most students came from ordinary families, Fu Jia was an anomaly among the wealthy. Principal Ji, having risen to the top position in a public school, was certainly shrewd and had long wanted to cultivate a relationship with Chief of Staff Fu. However, since Fu Jia's admission, his family hadn't shown up at all, and he behaved no differently from other students, seemingly abandoning all responsibility. This left Principal Ji, frustrated and unable to establish a connection, almost slapping his thigh in frustration. This time, with a parent-teacher conference, he could legitimately try to build a relationship with the Fu family.

When they arrived at the classroom, Xia Tong had already folded the red scarf and placed it on his desk. She was anxiously waiting for him to return. As soon as she saw him come back, she immediately stood up from her seat: "How did you get in? Did you not have your name written down?"

Fu Jia was extremely smug: "Of course my name wasn't written down. Who am I?!"

"How did you get in?" Xia Tong asked him curiously, sticking her head out.

Looking at her wide, round eyes, Fu Jia suddenly felt a surge of accomplishment. He could have actually had Xia Tong wear his red scarf into the classroom and then borrow another one from a classmate, but in front of Xia Tong, he had to show off how clever he was, able to solve everything on his own. So now that his goal was achieved, he was practically strutting around with pride. Fu Jia glanced upwards, raised his head slightly, and mimicked the hermit from the ancient drama he'd watched the night before, saying, "This hermit has his own brilliant plan." He was practically stroking his beard and waving his fan.

Skinny Monkey ran over and asked Fu Jia in surprise, "I just saw you get out of the principal's car. Do your parents know the principal?"

Fu Jia tilted her head and slowly pulled out the yo-yo she had just put in her schoolbag: "Of course, my dad and the principal are friends, they're very close. You all have to listen to me from now on, or I'll have my dad tell the principal to make you repeat a grade!"

In their eyes, repeating a grade was an immense disgrace, even worse than dropping out. So, the homework books the school gave out had a small tab on the back; it was said that tearing it off would result in repeating a grade, and they always carefully avoided touching it. Now, hearing that there was a classmate who knew the principal and could make them repeat a grade at any time, they naturally felt immense awe and dared not utter a word of dissent.

Xia Tong looked at the arrogant Fu Jia and silently lowered her head: Let him bully me, it's better than failing a grade.

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Speaking of which, I hate boys who bully others the most. When I was little, I always read revolutionary stories about people who weren't afraid of bloodshed or sacrifice, which inspired me to fight against evil forces. So when my deskmate took my pen and threatened me, I resolutely refused—I didn't want that pen anymore!!! And when he wouldn't let me check my answers, I bravely got beaten up by the teacher!!! Ugh, if I ever see my elementary school deskmate again, I'll definitely slap him away!! Of course, if he looked like Fu Jia, I'd still be more chivalrous…