Chapter 117 Kindergarten Scandal, Wait for Me to Call in People
Lin Cheng put away the scissors and patted Murong Chen on the shoulder: "Alright, young master, your attire is perfect. Go back to school and behave yourself."
Murong Chen took small steps, gritting his white teeth, and secretly made up his mind that the first thing he would do after his father abdicated and he inherited the throne was to change his assistant.
Lin Cheng stared at the small tear in Murong Chen's clothes, his smile gradually becoming more unrestrained.
He was completely oblivious to the professional crisis. He took out his phone and sent a message to Murong Ting: "Young Master Ting, the young master has been safely delivered, and I have already thought of a way to test him."
Murong Ting: "Really? Then it seems you're not far from earning a million a year. I'll be waiting for your good news."
"No problem!"
Lin Cheng put away his phone, extremely excited.
No matter what, the young master is still just a kid. Compared to a seasoned veteran like him, he's far inferior.
He had just marked the young master's clothes; if he really had a double, he wouldn't be able to hide it from him.
...
Murong Chen was completely unaware of the mark on his body.
Once inside the kindergarten, he sent a message in their small group chat as he walked: "Ran-jie and Chi-ge, I've arrived at the kindergarten. What about you guys?"
“We live right next door to you, we can hear the music from your morning exercises in the park,” Kong Ran replied.
Murong Chen was slightly taken aback: "Morning exercises?"
"Yes, kindergartens all have morning exercises, didn't you know, Xiao Chenchen?"
Murong Chen: "Didn't any teacher tell me?"
Just as he was about to ask what the morning exercises were for, "bang!" he bumped into the director in front of him who was in charge of discipline.
The discipline director looked very serious: "Murong Chen?"
Murong Chen: "You know me? Oh my, am I that famous?"
The teacher grabbed his name tag and said, "Class 3, you caught a student skipping morning exercises. Three points deducted!"
Murong Chen: "?"
Early in the morning, before he even entered the classroom, Murong Chen was taken to the Academic Affairs Office.
When he returned to the classroom from the academic affairs office, the homeroom teacher had already started teaching the children.
He stood at the door and knocked.
The homeroom teacher was a woman nearing thirty, with neatly combed medium-short hair and wearing black-rimmed glasses. She looked at Murong Chen with a displeased expression: "You must be the new student, Murong Chen. You skipped morning exercises on your first day of school, causing the class to lose points. Do you know how extremely improper your attitude is?"
The old man didn't want to be too conspicuous, so in order to train his great-grandson, he didn't reveal Murong Chen's identity when processing his school enrollment.
Therefore, the homeroom teacher assumed that this was another transfer student who had been bought in through connections by some ordinary family at great expense.
The fact that Murong Chen's clothes were torn further solidified the homeroom teacher's belief.
She rolled her eyes, her words utterly impolite, after all, she taught an elite class, and the parents of the children in her class were all quite wealthy.
Murong Chen looked utterly dejected: "No, teacher, let me explain. The admission notice didn't mention morning exercises, and today is my first day..."
"You still dare to talk back? Explaining is just covering up, and covering up is being dishonest," the homeroom teacher warned him. "Murong Chen, you're four years old now, not a little kid anymore. You need to understand what a sense of collective honor is. I hope you won't make this mistake again. Go stand outside as punishment, and come back when you know you've done wrong!"
Murong Chen: "..."
I'm so angry, but I can't say it.
He gritted his teeth, turned around, and swayed his small body as he walked out.
Honestly, who cares about that shabby classroom?
It was impossible to get him to stand obediently as punishment. After leaving the classroom, he ran straight to the playground outside.
The playground was deserted, so we could slide down the long slide and sit on the tire-shaped swings as we pleased—it was so much fun!
However, just as Murong Chen was having a great time, he heard a faint crying sound coming from not far away.
He paused slightly, then listened carefully; the sound seemed to be coming from the corner of the wall not far away.
Driven by his curiosity, he quietly crept towards the corner of the wall.
On his way there, he imagined many possibilities, but when he actually saw what was in front of him, he was shocked and his eyes widened.
What an adorable little girl.
Unlike Kong Ran's carefree demeanor, the little girl in front of him was thin and small, curled up in the corner, sobbing incessantly.
She held a beautiful silver butterfly hair clip in her hand. Although the material was not very expensive, its exquisite workmanship made it stand out. The butterfly was so lifelike that it was clearly a handicraft, something that could not be bought on the market.
Opposite her stood three or four little boys, all very strong, the one in the lead looking like a little calf.
The chubby boy in the lead said with a serious face, "Tsk, why are you crying? How much is this hair clip? I'll buy it. I'm going to give it to Xiaolanlan. She loves butterflies the most."
The little girl looked up, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes were defiant: "This is my hair clip, why should I sell it to you? You're bullying me, I'm going to tell the teacher!"
The chubby boy, as strong as an ox, chuckled and said, "Go ahead and tell on me. Let's see if the teacher dares to discipline me."
The little girl fell silent upon hearing this, but gripped the hair clip in her hand even tighter.
The chubby boy lost his patience, threw down five hundred yuan, and forcefully told the children behind him, "Go, go, go, grab the hair clips for me!"
The children were clearly used to being ordered around by him, and they swarmed forward as soon as he gave the order.
The little girl screamed and struggled, "Get away from me! Who wants your stinking money? This is mine, and I won't give it to you!"
The little boys fought even harder when she called out to them.
Seeing that the little girl's hair was messy and her clothes were dirty, Murong Chen couldn't bear to look at her anymore.
He stepped forward and shouted, "Stop!"
No one expected anyone to come out; the chubby guy and his henchmen were all stunned.
The little girl also stared blankly in Murong Chen's direction.
After a moment, the chubby boy reacted first, taking a few steps over: "Who are you?"
Murong Chen snorted coldly: "And who are you?"
The chubby boy paused, then said, "You don't recognize me? No wonder you dared to meddle in other people's business; you're a newcomer."
Murong Chen glanced at him: "Someone like you doesn't deserve my acquaintance. A bunch of men bullying a little girl, aren't you ashamed? If you're so capable, come and take me, Murong Chen!"
The chubby boy crossed his arms and snorted, "This is the first time I've ever heard such a request in my life. But you don't even have a hair clip, why would I take it from you? Murong Chen, if you know what's good for you, stay away, or your brother Shi Hu will beat you so badly your parents won't recognize you!"
"I don't care if you're a stone tiger or a stone pig, bullying people is wrong."
Shi Hu: "..."
He gritted his teeth, turned to the children, and said, "Come here, beat him up!"
Seeing that the group was about to rush over, Murong Chen immediately stretched out his small hand: "Wait!"
Shi Hu gave a cold smile: "How about that? Scared now? If you're scared, call me Brother Hu three times now, and I might reluctantly forgive you."
Murong Chen rolled his eyes and calmly said, "So many of you are ganging up on me, I won't accept that!"
Shi Hu was taken aback: "Then what do you want?"
"Wait, I'm going to call in reinforcements!"
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