Chapter 662: Chapter 659: Scaring the Naughty Child
At the school entrance, the words "Yingli Key Experintal Primary School" appeared particularly dignified and grand.
Qin Hao recalled in his mind that this Yingli Primary School was considered a prestigious school in the Demon Poison Primary School Realm. The tuition was extrely expensive, and most of the students ca from wealthy and influential families.
It was said that many children of high-ranking officials in Shanghai also attended.
He felt a slight sympathy in his heart; with Bi Fang’s salary, sending Xixi to such a high-end school—how much toil and effort must that have taken, day and night?
At the entrance, nurous successful n in ties and suits, or modern won wearing expensive perfu and carrying purses, were leading their children inside.
Seeing that it was getting late, Qin Hao pulled Xixi along and went forward.
After all, it was a prestigious primary school, and many of their routines were executed skillfully.
At the entrance of Xixi’s classroom, Teacher Liu, the horoom teacher, was all smiles, warmly greeting the parents.
When it was Xixi’s turn, the smile toned down a couple of levels, but she still friendly said, "Good morning, Bi Xixi, is this your father..."
Xixi said nothing, but Teacher Liu presumptuously smiled at Qin Hao, "It’s not easy to et this parent... usually, it’s Xixi’s mother who brings her."
Mother?
Qin Hao was montarily stunned, understanding from Xixi’s helpless expression that the so-called "mother" was actually Bi Fang.
It seed he was mistaken for "Father Bi."
Qin Hao didn’t deny it, shalessly smiled and said, "Xixi often talks about Teacher Liu..."
Actually, she had just ntioned the teacher’s na on the bike ride over.
Teacher Liu nodded and smiled, then another parent dressed in high-end clothing ca in with their child, casting a slightly mocking glance at Qin Hao, "You two should get inside quickly."
Qin Hao understood that his attire had left a bad impression but did not get upset, holding Xixi’s hand as they entered the classroom.
The classroom was very spacious, much larger than typical elentary schools. Besides an overhead TV by the podium, there was a large piano below, and musical instrunts like guitars, violins, and ukuleles were casually placed, clearly aiming to cultivate the students’ musical talents.
The classroom had forty-three seats with similarly spacious desks arranged in six rows of seven seats each.
For so reason, Xixi’s seat was in the first row, the fifth seat, sowhat towards the back.
After they sat down, Qin Hao asked Xixi, "Xixi, you’re not that tall, why are you sitting so far back?"
Xixi, full of childlike innocence, said, "Teacher Liu said students with good eyesight can sit at the back for training..."
Qin Hao felt sowhat displeased, understanding from Teacher Liu’s earlier glance what was going on.
This person seed nice, but in reality, was quite hypocritical, currying favor with the wealthy and powerful.
Compared to these affluent families, Xixi’s family background seed very ordinary; hence, even with excellent grades and outstanding appearance, she was assigned to the back seats.
Thinking about it made him a bit angry, but he restrained himself, casually flipping through Xixi’s textbooks to distract himself.
Suddenly, he saw a large turtle drawn on Xixi’s textbook. Qin Hao chuckled, "Little Angel, your drawing skills aren’t great, this turtle is lopsided!"
Being told this, Xixi’s face turned very sad, wanting to say sothing but hesitating.
"What’s wrong? Brother was just joking; actually, it’s quite good!"
Qin Hao, surprised, softly comforted her.
Xixi pouted, shaking her head in grievance, "I didn’t draw this, it was Dong Zijie..."
"Dong Zijie?"
Qin Hao didn’t initially understand, but seeing Xixi’s helpless expression, he realized.
Being bullied and bullying others are things one inevitably encounters at school.
Xixi, being soft and adorable, was destined to be among the latter. Children often express affection through bullying; Xixi has always been like this.
As expected, Qin Hao opened other books to find many textbook covers had been doodled on.
"Xixi, does that Dong Zijie often bully you?"
Qin Hao felt sowhat indignant; drawing on one book was enough, but on all of them? That kid was a bit too unruly!
Such a brat!
Xixi nodded in grievance, explaining her school situation.
Upon hearing it, Qin Hao’s indignation turned to mild anger.
Apparently, Xixi was often bullied by her classmates.
The boys thought she was pretty and bullied her to gain attention. The girls jealously said she was beautiful, not only encouraging it but so even more excessively stating her family was poor.
This is really too damn bullying!
Qin Hao was displeased when a flying piece of chalk hit his forehead.
"What?"
Qin Hao was a bit stunned. The Night Emperor, actually caught off guard? And by a piece of chalk?
He turned his head, finding the attacker was not a fierce criminal but a slick, well-grood little boy.
This boy had a slicked-back hairstyle, a clean, white face, but with golden hair; clearly, he was a mixed-race child.
He sat in the third seat of the second row, being held by a woman dressed lavishly.
Despite his mother’s presence, this boy was unrestrained, pulling a grimace to show off as Qin Hao looked over.
Qin Hao felt a bit stifled; this brat really needed a good spanking!
"That’s Dong Zijie, Brother Hao, so sorry..."
Xixi glared angrily at Dong Zijie, yet embarrassedly comforted Qin Hao.
Qin Hao patted Xixi’s head, asking, "Is this little rascal always so unruly?"
Xixi nodded slightly, "Dong Zijie is the naughtiest in the class..."
As the two spoke, another piece of chalk flew over; Qin Hao casually swatted it, turning it into dust.
In the distance, Dong Zijie stared with wide eyes, his face like he’d seen a ghost.
How did the chalk disappear? Was it magic?
Then, he saw a piercing gaze, realizing it was Qin Hao not far away, his face wearing a "fierce" expression.
For so reason, the normally fearless Dong Zijie felt extrely anxious upon seeing that expression, finally bursting into tears with a "wah."
It was a heart-wrenching cry, as if he had encountered a monstrous beast.
"What’s wrong, Jerry..."
The woman next to Dong Zijie was utterly baffled, gently comforting her son.
Dong Zijie, crying and upset, didn’t speak, just pointed towards the back of the room.
The woman looked over, seeing Qin Hao’s handso young face.
At this mont, a gentle smile softened his face.
"Jerry, what actually happened?"
The woman couldn’t imagine this smiling face scaring her son so much, gently patting the little boy’s back and asking.
Jerry, with a drawn-out cry, whimpered, "He’s so scary!"
"Scary?"
The woman turned to look again, but Qin Hao’s expression remained amiable?
Scary, not likely...
Qin Hao was sowhat speechless from afar.
Earlier, he had just pulled a simple silly face, but unexpectedly, it had scared the little guy into tears.
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