At the entrance of the nearby elementary school, Su Xiaowu glanced in this direction speechlessly.
Yesterday, when Su Yan was competing with the Tyrant for a spot to attend the Little Dumpling's Parents' Open Day, he had already reminded him.
However, Su Yan did not have a good understanding of her own fame, makeup skills, or the rationality of her fans.
Even if he insists that no one will recognize him, he believes that given his usual education and guidance of his fans, they will be able to remain rational.
Su Xiaowu sneered inwardly. A fan who can remain rational when meeting their idol is no longer a fan!
Su Xiaowu took out her phone and recorded the scene of Su Yan being surrounded by a group of young mothers. She decided to give Su Yan a good talking-to when she got home from school.
Su Yan, however, was in an awkward situation, surrounded by people while holding the little dumpling.
Half the people coveted him, and the other half coveted the little dumpling. Some people were even asking the little dumpling what color burlap sack she liked.
His efforts to urge everyone to be rational had absolutely no effect.
The cheers of "Su Yan! Su Yan! A single spark can start a prairie fire!" echoed outside the gosling nursery, making it seem as if he were about to hold a concert.
As more and more people gathered around, traffic on the entire road outside the gosling farm was blocked.
Su Yan looked at the scene with a sense of speechlessness and helplessness.
At this moment, Su Ziyuan finally squeezed through the crowd and snatched the little dumpling from his hands. "You're too popular. It's not suitable for you to participate in events like the gosling farm open day. Go back now! Don't add to the workload of the traffic police!"
The little dumpling chimed in Su Ziyuan's arms, "Fourth brother, you should go back. I saw Sister Mo'er is already squeezing in to save you."
Su Yan watched as Su Ziyuan, carrying the little dumpling, drifted further and further away from him in the crowd, and he felt like crying but had no tears left.
Just as Su Ziyuan's figure, holding the little dumpling, disappeared completely from the crowd, Li Mo'er squeezed to his side.
"Brother, don't be afraid, I'm here!" After saying that, Li Mo'er found a burlap sack from somewhere, put it on him, carried him on her shoulder, and rushed out of the crowd before anyone could react, and got into the car.
Then, he tossed Su Yan into the back seat and sped off.
The enthusiastic young mothers and onlookers only then realized what was happening and tried to chase after the car, but it was too late.
"Su Yan... has he been kidnapped?"
Someone said that, and the crowd immediately erupted in an uproar.
Some picked up their phones to call the police, others posted on WeChat Moments or Weibo; in short, everyone present was doing their utmost to help Su Yan escape the clutches of the villain as soon as possible.
Su Yan was in a flurry of activity in the back seat of the car, and it took him a while to finally get the burlap sack covering his body.
He was covered in dust and dirt, but he let out a long sigh of relief and slumped back in his chair to rest. "Thank you, sister-in-law!"
Li Mo'er turned around awkwardly and smiled, "Brother, you're welcome. I wanted to apologize to you, but things happened so suddenly that I couldn't think of a better way, so I just put you in a sack and carried you out."
Su Yan waved his handsome hand, "It's alright, don't worry about these details."
"However, sister-in-law, there's one detail you need to pay attention to. You're going to be my sister-in-law, so it's not appropriate for you to keep calling me 'brother'!"
Li Mo'er's expression changed several times. In order to appease her family, she and Su Yiqing were still officially dating in public.
Only she, Su Yiqing, and Xiao Tuanzi knew that they were a fake couple; even Su Yan and Su Xiaowu were unaware of it.
Li Mo'er could only suppress her excitement at meeting her idol and send Su Yan back to the Su family.
But because of Su Yan's appearance, the little dumpling's fame among the parents in the kindergarten soared instantly.
Even after the kindergarten activities started, parents were still trying to get close to Su Yan through the little dumpling.
Even without getting Su Yan's autograph, they found it pleasing to watch Su Ziyuan and Xiao Tuanzi doing crafts together.
The main activity of today's open house for parents is for parents and children to create paintings with fruit together.
During her time in kindergarten, Su Ruanruan had become quite adept at these kinds of activities. Her older brothers would do the physical work, while she would do the talking. Her brothers would cut fruit and draw pictures, and she would eat.
Su Ziyuan was carefully arranging the sliced bananas and kiwis into the shape of a coconut tree.
The little dumpling, munching on a big apple, mumbled, "Second Brother, when is your next competition?"
Su Ziyuan arranged the coconut trees, looked up at the little dumpling with a smile, and asked, "Ruanruan, would you like to go see it in a week?"
With a big mouthful of apple in her mouth, Su Ruanruan chewed and chewed like a greedy little squirrel or a chick pecking at rice, nodding frantically. "Yes, can Erguoguo take the nest with him?"
"Of course." Su Ziyuan couldn't help but reach out and pinch her chubby little face.
"Great! I'm going to tell Sister Qianqian this good news. She's been wanting to go to the racetrack for ages!" the little dumpling said, grabbing a big apple from the desk with her little paws and running towards the senior class.
Su Xixi and Su Lei went to the same nursery as Xiao Tuanzi, but they were not in the same class.
The little dumpling rushed straight into Susie's classroom.
She didn't see Su Xixi in her seat and wondered where her sister was.
Just as she was about to go find the teacher, she heard Su Xixi's voice coming from a corner of the noisy classroom, "Qian Juanjuan, are you looking for a beating?"
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