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nSu Ruirui and Ye Niannian both stopped immediately.

nThey exchanged a glance with each other and looked at the lunch box on the floor, slowly realizing that they got themselves into trouble.

nMs. Xu also froze, “Uh…”

nShe nervously stopped Shen Yan’an, who was going to pick his cup up. Before the boy could speak, she couldn’t help but to immediately defend the other boys in a low voice, “Don’t bother picking it up, we have a lot of cups here. Come, can you follow me please?”

n“Su Ruirui and Ye Niannian are both naughty by nature, you… wouldn’t blame them, would you?”

nThe woman smiled gently and squatted down, rubbing the boy who was covered with thorns’ head as she comforted him, unaware of how hurtful her words were.

nYe Sang’s dimples appeared as she bit her lips, pointing to the water and food on the ground while mumbling to herself, “Brodda’s things…”

n“Fell on the ground…”

nThe little thing’s eyes widened as if she felt helpless and confused by the situation.

nYe Sang tilted her head towards the mess and towards the boy’s expressionless yet horrifying face.

nShe pursed her lips together and looked muddleheaded as she hugged her bag tightly.

nMalice.

nSuch strong malice.

nShe felt even more malice from him than her brodda.

nHowever…

nYe Sang could tell that no matter how much this brodda hated them, he willingly restrained it for Ms. Xu.

nThe boy looked down and his eyes darkened after hearing how defensive Ms. Xu was, he replied with “mhm” in a barely audible voice.

nHe looked so, so obedient.

nHe knew that teachers liked obedient children.

nAnd… Ms. Xu was the only person who didn’t dislike him.

nIt didn’t matter how much malice or obscurity he felt, he hid them in his heart calmly and he will take his revenge slowly in the future.

nBefore he had the power to protect himself, the first thing he learned was tolerance.

nA five-year-old boy already understood how to weigh up somebody’s words and observe their expressions, as well as consider the pros and cons.

nAs expected, Ms. Xu smiled and rubbed his head, “I knew that Yan’an is the most sensible one here.”

n“Teachers love a good child like you.”

nThe same words again.

nIt was a warm yet merciless chain.

nBecause teachers liked obedient children, he almost never fought back to any bullying and humiliations.

nThe way that he resigned himself to adversity made him look like a broken and shabby doll, getting hated by everyone.

nMs. Xu shook her head, “Yan’an, be good.”

n“You are different compared to other children…”

nThey were a bunch of children from huge businesses and authorities from the upper class.

nAny child’s background was enough to choke him, and what did Shen Yan’an have to fight those who bullied him?

nThe boy heard her words and his pitch-black eyes trembled, eventually stopping himself from arguing back.

nYan’an agreed softly and his fingers slightly curled up as he whispered in a low voice, “Ms. Xu, don’t worry.”

n“I will be good…”

nHe didn’t want the teacher to worry about him.

nMs. Xu finally felt relieved and pinched his small face with a smile, not noticing that Shen Yan’an’s eyes trembling at the pain.

nShe softly urged him, “This is the best for you. Good child, remember to go easy on them. Don’t make me worry, okay?”

nShe always knew that Shen Yan’an was extremely talented and had a highly retentive memory.

nOther children took a long time to learn the questions but he would know the answer after a single glance.

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