"It will be ready in a few days?" Song Wan was even more surprised.
It seems this child comes from a divorced family, and his mother probably means that she will find him a stepfather in a few days.
Song Wan felt a little sorry for him. No wonder the boy looked so quiet and timid. He hadn't said a word since he entered the room.
It turns out that she didn't have the protection of her biological father.
Thinking of this, Song Wan smiled at the boy, but the boy suddenly raised his head and glared at her. He had a pair of beautiful amber eyes, but there was a coldness in them.
Song Wan couldn't help but shudder; she couldn't believe that such a look could come from a child.
"Teacher Song?" The woman patted the boy's head. "My son is adorable, isn't he?"
"Oh..." Song Wan came back to her senses and forced a smile, "Yes, he is very handsome and cute."
"James, you must listen to Teacher Song from now on!"
The boy nodded obediently, but Song Wan wondered if it was just her imagination, but she clearly saw the corners of the boy's mouth curl up, revealing a cold smile that didn't belong to his age.
“Madam,” she said, looking at the woman, “could we have your contact information? In case James has any emergencies, I can contact you immediately.”
“Of course.” The woman gave her phone number. Song Wan asked her how to address her, and the woman smiled, looking at her meaningfully, and said, “My future husband’s surname is Bai, you can call me… Mrs. Bai!”
"Mrs. Bai?" Song Wan was taken aback.
She felt something was wrong, as if a huge stone was lodged in her chest, making her feel very uncomfortable.
But then I thought about it again. The population of Central City is tens of millions, and there are more than just the Bai family with the surname Bai.
Perhaps, it was just a coincidence...
She smiled to herself, blaming herself for being too sensitive and for always thinking about Bai Ruogu, making herself suspicious and paranoid.
“Yes, Mrs. Bai.” She shook hands with the woman, took James’s hand, and smiled politely. “Don’t worry about the child with me. I will do my best to ensure your child has a wonderful childhood.”
*
However, James was no pushover.
In the three days since James enrolled, Song Wan has received no fewer than thirty complaints about him from various teachers.
All the teachers commented that James was a very strange child; no matter what the teachers said to him, he seemed not to hear them.
At first, Song Wan thought it was because of the language barrier. After all, the person was of mixed race and had grown up abroad, so it was understandable that he was having trouble adapting.
It turned out that the boy was not only fluent in Chinese, but also knew several dialects. When the teacher tried to educate him, he just pretended not to understand.
Not only was James disobedient, he also acted like a tyrant in class, bullying other children.
Today they hit someone, tomorrow they push someone, the day after they bite someone...
Or they deliberately break the children's toys or damage the classroom equipment.
The children here all come from prestigious families and have been educated in the virtues of respect, kindness, gentleness, frugality, and humility since childhood. They are like delicate flowers in a greenhouse, well protected. They have never seen such a wild child before.
So one by one, they were all bullied by James to the point that they didn't know how to fight back, and all they knew was to go home and cry.
More and more parents came to the kindergarten demanding an explanation. These families were all wealthy and influential, and even the principal, with all her power, dared not offend them. So, during this time, she was like an ant on a hot pan, busy putting out fires everywhere, almost burning herself out.
During that time, Song Wan was also exhausted and even forgot about the application form.
One time, the headmaster, pushed to her limit, grabbed Song Wan and complained, "I should have known better than to accept this problem student! He's driving me crazy, driving me crazy!"
Song Wan could only offer a few words of comfort.
She tried to contact James's mother, but she either didn't answer the phone or thought it was just kids playing around and there was no need to make a big deal out of it.
After saying a few more words, she simply declared, "Ms. Song, you're not trying to ask for more money, are you? It's okay, if money is indeed the only way to solve the problem, my husband will help me!"
"Madam, this..."
Before Song Wan could finish speaking, the other end of the phone hung up.
She sighed helplessly, looked at the half-eaten sandwich in her hand, forced a few more bites, and hurried out to work.
However, one problem after another arose. Before Song Wan even entered the classroom that day, a teacher ran over to tell her, "Teacher Song, something bad has happened! The two children in your class are fighting!"
Song Wan's heart jumped into her throat, certain that James was causing trouble again!
But when they ran over, they found that it wasn't James bullying anyone, but... Huo Jiayuan!
At this moment, the little princess was riding on James in the posture of Wu Song fighting the tiger, her little fists pounding down, each movement clean and neat, without any superfluousness, both fast and powerful.
A group of classmates surrounded her, cheering her on. The classroom was in complete chaos, filled with screams, cheers, and arguments—it was enough to lift the roof off!
James was beaten black and blue by a little girl, looking utterly pathetic. Huo Jiayuan, having beaten him enough, got off him, kicked the boy so hard he fell flat on his back, grabbed his neck tightly, and slapped him twice across the face!
He shouted menacingly, "You dare to do it again? You half-breed bastard!"
"When my maternal grandfather was in the underworld, you were still a baby!"
"Pooh!"
"Yuan Yuan!" Song Wan exclaimed in surprise, rushing over and desperately separating the two children.
Huo Jiayuan's hair was messy and her little dress was dirty, but when she saw the teacher running over, she still waved her hand nonchalantly and proudly told Song Wan, "Teacher Song, don't worry! I'm not hurt!"
Song came in the evening and immediately said sternly, "How could you fight!"
Huo Jiayuan was immediately stunned.
She never expected that her proud fight for justice would not only fail to earn her praise from the teacher, but would also result in her being yelled at!
She was a heroine just a moment ago, how did she turn into a bad student now?
Overwhelmed with grief, Huo Jiayuan's eyes filled with tears of grievance.
But she kept her little mouth pursed, trying not to let the tears fall. Grandpa always said, "Don't let others see your vulnerable side!"
"Teacher Song, please don't mention Huo Jiayuan!"
In the completely silent classroom, a faint voice suddenly came from inside.
Song Wan was taken aback. She saw Xiao Yue, the usually most honest girl, step forward and timidly defend Huo Jiayuan, "Teacher, Huo Jiayuan fought with James for our sake...."
“Yes!” At this moment, another boy stood up, “James stole my toys and my snacks!”
"Aze was hit by him when he went to the toilet, and he got a huge bump on his head!"
"He's scratching my desk! Teacher, look!"
“He also…he…” Another girl looked at her with teary eyes, “He also lifted my skirt! My mother taught me that girls shouldn’t let boys lift their skirts!”
"Teacher Song, please don't punish Huo Jiayuan!"
"She is our hero!"
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