Robert's Private Primary School in Rochester, England, is a relatively new school, only a little over a decade old.
Although it lacked a deep historical foundation, the founder, Mr. Robert, had plenty of money and hired quite a few excellent teachers and staff.
Therefore, in a short period of time, Robert Elementary School has gained recognition from nearby families for its excellent teaching staff.
To be frank, this isn't some East Asian country. In Britain, the academic burden on primary school students is relatively light, with an emphasis on comprehension. Expecting to produce child prodigies or geniuses is unrealistic, as evidenced by the average level of mathematics among the British population.
Nevertheless, this school does a better job in early childhood education than other schools, and it has hired some of China's top math educators as a gimmick to prove that it can make up for the shortcomings of British children.
The founder, Robert, is a very interesting old man.
His private school offers excellent benefits to its faculty and staff, but he does not have a uniform fee schedule for students.
First, if you come from an aristocratic or high-income family, that's fine. You have a high social status and are wealthy, so you can pay tuition equivalent to that of a prestigious private school.
Robert, the old man who serves as the honorary principal, still won't refuse to give away the money.
Secondly, if a child is truly gifted and a promising talent, they can be specially admitted through a school's entrance exam, with a symbolic tuition fee that is not much more expensive than the uniform fee for a public school.
This allows some working-class and middle-class families to send their children to schools that are filled with an aristocratic atmosphere.
That's right, it's the aristocratic air.
Firstly, there were many wealthy students and nobles enrolled; secondly...
Robert transformed one of his old castles into the main teaching building of the primary school, instantly elevating the school's prestige to a level that surpasses even some schools with over a century of history.
As for Gru, also known as Bowen, he was fortunate to be a gifted child who received A+ grades in the school's entrance IQ test and some comprehensive tests, which brought honor and saved money to the Gru family, who were an ordinary low-to-middle-income family.
Moreover, the school offers scholarships. That's right, it's a primary school, and a British primary school with a curriculum that seems ridiculously simple to Chinese children, yet it offers scholarships.
With Little Gru's abilities, he could get it with just a little effort, which would actually increase the family's income.
However, discrimination exists everywhere, so don't expect foreign children to be of a higher standard.
Surrounded by "little nobles," he felt an overwhelming sense of superiority.
Children in their early teens sometimes feel it's perfectly natural for them to bully others.
Many people thought Bowen was rather introverted, and he certainly acted that way. He would always swallow his anger and keep quiet when bullied by other children at school, without telling his parents or teachers.
No one knows what he was thinking, but the result was just like in many movies adapted from true stories: the bullying of Bowen by the school's "little bullies" escalated. Once, he even had a scratch on his body from a little boy's fingernails.
During recess, Bowen sat alone in the corridor, holding his favorite book and reading.
Among his peers, Bowen's vocabulary is astonishing; he can read some obscure books without any difficulty.
*Smack!*
A soft lump of clay was thrown at Bowen's face, and before he knew it, his hardcover copy of "Harry Potter" was snatched away.
"Bowen, what are you looking at, Harry Potter? Let me guess, you have a fantasy friend?"
The leader of the group was a chubby little boy who was carrying a heavy book and trying to look like a gangster from a movie, but he had more of that mischievous kid vibe.
"Give me back my book! It was a birthday present from my dad!"
Bowen peeled the modeling clay off his face and tried to grab the book, but was pushed aside by two or three other children.
"Tsk tsk, a poor wretch is a poor wretch. His birthday present was a book. My dad gave me a horse for my birthday, it was so cool!"
Upon hearing this, the two or three "underlings" beside him showed expressions of envy, and even Bowen was imagining what a beautiful and handsome horse would look like.
But Bowen always had his own pride, which is why he was unwilling to tell anyone about being bullied.
He knew he was different from others, though not obviously, but he often had this intuition and could perceive things that ordinary people didn't know.
For example, he used to see an atmospheric sprite on his balcony every day, like a jellyfish swimming in the air.
Children of this era have naturally been exposed to a lot of fantasy culture and know what it is.
Bowen imagined living like Harry Potter, possessing magic or other superpowers, and then taking revenge on those who had bullied him. He thought, "What's calling my parents and telling the teachers? I'll definitely be better than them in the future."
"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"
Bowen saw that the cover of his favorite book was covered with the boy's sugar stains, and struggled violently to take it back.
"Rip!" Several pages were torn from the book.
Because Bowen suddenly broke free and lunged at him, the little boy lost his grip, only managing to grab a few pages and tear the book to shreds.
This made the little boy a little flustered.
"Um... Gru's poor wretch... what kind of lousy book is this that breaks so easily? I'll have my dad buy you a new one..."
Bowen stared blankly at the book without saying a word. The air seemed a little heavy. This was the most precious gift he had ever received since he could remember. He handled it with utmost care, afraid of wrinkling it.
In the past, when Bowen was bullied, he would always resist or run away. This time, however, he seemed to have lost his soul, which made the other boys a little flustered.
The other children nearby seemed to notice something was wrong and stopped playing to look over.
Seeing that they had become the center of attention, the boys felt uneasy and wanted to slip away.
"Okay, it's settled then. It's just a tattered book; I'll give you a new one next time!"
After saying that, the group started walking back to the classroom.
Bowen was still staring at the book that had fallen to the ground and the few pages of torn paper, not picking them up. He was filled with intense anger. In the world of little boys, if a beloved object didn't interest a zombie, it was so important that they would want to sleep with it.
"You bastards!"
A violent roar came from Bowen's mouth.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Several windows on the side shattered with the roar.
Bowen's brown hair moved without wind, and even his eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of white light.
A wind had started blowing around them, slowly swirling around Bowen.
In his rage, Bowen unconsciously felt as if he could grab something with his hand. Without thinking, he grabbed it and threw it at the culprits who were trying to escape.
A spiraling mass of white light, carrying whistling airflow at its edges, hurtled towards the boys.
Ah~
A crow cawed abruptly, and the wind around them stopped instantly.
Several little boys were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground; Bowen had just been too terrifying.
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