VHBF -Chapter 143 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 5)

In just a single day, the little dumpling Shen the school tyrant brought to school became famous throughout Diya High School!

The students of Senior Year Class 10 nearly laughed themselves silly over the dumpling. Braving the school tyrant’s deadly glare, they swarmed around to admire this one-of-a-kind little cutie every time class ended.

Their dull, grinding senior year life finally had something to look forward to—finally, a source of joy!

The school tyrant Shen picked fights with the heavens and the earth, brawled constantly, and never did anything decent. This time, though, he had actually brought benefits to everyone!

The dumpling sat beside her dad, shyly hiding behind him. Dad’s classmates were far too enthusiastic—so enthusiastic that the dumpling was unbearably bashful.

Her small face flushed red, chubby paws covering her cheeks as her eyes peeked at people through her fingers.

The onlooking students were instantly melted into a puddle of blood by the cuteness.

Someone finally mustered the courage to ask Shen Lian, “Is this your little sister? She’s so cute!”

Shen Lian hadn’t intended to answer, but the dumpling lowered her hands and looked over, replying seriously, “This little uncle, my name is Yinyin. Daddy is my daddy.”

Class 10: “????”

What kind of ‘little uncle’ was that? And what did she mean by ‘daddy’?!!!

The school tyrant became a dad at such a young age?!

The corner of Shen Lian’s mouth twitched. He pressed the dumpling’s head down and buried it against the desk, then gave them a stiff, not-quite-smile. “That much free time?”

“How about a duel of love?”

The students of Class 10 immediately scattered in panic.

Unlike these gossip-hungry students, the subject teachers of Senior Year Class 10 felt utterly exhausted by the end of the day. Every time the bell rang, they scooped up their teaching materials and left at top speed, as if ghosts were chasing them.

After so many years of teaching, today was the day they’d been choked speechless the most—and by a three-year-old, no less. They didn’t even know what expression to wear.

You couldn’t scold the dumpling either. She was only three years old, exquisitely cute, like a porcelain doll. When she looked at you with those big, round, crystal-clear eyes full of curiosity, no one could possibly get angry.

She’d even give you a sweet smile and obediently, softly greet you with “Hello, teacher,” far cuter than the class’s troublesome students by ten thousand times. When she lifted her chubby little face to ask questions, the subject teachers all felt that the dumpling was really trying—trying hard to let them know she was listening, being supportive, being good.

So the teachers had to like her. They couldn’t chase her away. They couldn’t scold her.

“……”

After the day’s classes ended, many students from other classes came to the doorway of Senior Year Class 10 to watch. Even if she was a little guest brought by the school tyrant—even if they might get yelled at—they still wanted to see who this legendary child was.

Shen Lian was packing up to leave. He didn’t really have anything to take—his books were all piled inside his desk, and he never brought any home. On the other hand, the dumpling had gained quite a lot that day.

All of it came from little gifts from the girls in the class.

Imported snacks—anything they had—were all handed over to the dumpling to eat. Some even specially went to the cafeteria shop to buy small presents: Chihuahuas, teddy bears, bunny plushies—there were several of them.

Don’t be fooled—they were still just students, but their daily spending could easily reach tens of thousands. Most of the students who attended Diya High were either rich or powerful second- and third-generation heirs. Only a very small number were ordinary students admitted through special academic recruitment, and those were all placed in the top five ranked classes.

Class 10, as the elite of underachievers, didn’t have a single true top student—just a bunch of rich kids who were bad at studying. None of them ever lacked money. Even Diya High’s campus shop didn’t follow ordinary rules, selling only boutique trinkets. A single small doll cost several hundred yuan at least, exquisitely made and adorable. The dumpling hugged several of them and still couldn’t hold them all.

As a well-behaved little dumpling, Yinyin initially didn’t dare accept the gifts. It wasn’t until Shen Lian nodded that she accepted them. In his eyes, this was nothing—one casual club membership card could return the favor, and they’d still be the ones getting the better deal. Letting the dumpling accept them put no pressure on him at all.

Shen Lian frowned as he watched the dumpling struggle to hold a pile of things. She was small with short arms—she couldn’t hold much. Pick one up, drop another. Pick it up again, drop it again. It was ridiculously funny.

People outside the classroom pressed against the windows watching. Watching and watching, they couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Shen Lian immediately frowned and glared over. “What are you laughing at?”

He could laugh at his kid. Others couldn’t!

The school tyrant’s intimidation was still effective. Those students immediately covered their mouths, not daring to laugh. But today, they truly saw the school tyrant’s protective side.

In the end, Shen Lian found a big burlap sack and stuffed all of the dumpling’s things into it, carrying it back with them.

He held the kid in one arm and hoisted the large sack with the other. No matter how you looked at it, the scene was hilarious.

The burlap sack was tied to the back of the motorcycle and carried home all the way, flapping in the wind.

Even though the dumpling called Shen Lian “Daddy,” and called everyone else “uncle,” no one at Diya High really took it to heart.

He was only eighteen years old, still in high school like everyone else. How could he possibly have a child that big?

The dumpling had only just made her debut at school, and that very evening, a pinned post appeared on Diya High’s campus forum.

#Diya School Prince Shen Lian Got an Off-Campus Girl Pregnant and Had an Illegitimate Daughter#

The post spun out a long, melodramatic story, claiming Shen Lian relied on his family’s wealth and power to toy with the feelings of an infatuated off-campus girl, then turned cold and refused to acknowledge her after the fact. Later, the child came knocking, and Shen Lian took the child to the hospital for a DNA test…

Pictures and “proof” were included: two photos and a video.

The photos were taken at a hospital—one of Shen Lian holding the child, another of him holding her hand. The photos even had the phone’s timestamp attached, showing 7:20 p.m. last night.

The video was even clearer. The dumpling followed closely behind Shen Lian, calling him “Daddy” over and over. Shen Lian didn’t refute it. The video was also taken at the hospital.

The post went on to say that Shen Lian took the child to the hospital for a DNA test, and even placed a bet that this had to be Shen Lian’s biological child—otherwise, given his personality, would he really be so patient with a child? He even brought her to school.

The ending condemned Shen Lian as utterly despicable: “Is Diya High really just Shen Lian’s private backyard, or a place for everyone to study? Can money really let someone do whatever they want?”

The dumpling had already gone viral at Diya High that day—pretty much everyone who went to school had heard of her. Even if they hadn’t seen her in person, they knew the school tyrant had brought an allegedly explosively cute child to class.

At eight in the evening, this post suddenly dropped on the forum, instantly blowing up all the lurking students.

By the time the post was pushed to the front page, Xu Gao finally noticed it. He hurriedly skimmed through the content from beginning to end. It would’ve been fine if he hadn’t looked—after reading it, he was so angry he nearly exploded.

What was going on with that child—none of them knew better than they did. Everyone was there the day they fought with No. 7 High. That was when Brother Shen and the rest of them first met the child. That post was pure nonsense. From start to finish, only the photos and video were real—and even those weren’t what the post claimed!

Xu Gao finally witnessed a real-life example of “making up stories from pictures,” grinding his teeth in fury.

He immediately called Shen Lian. The moment the call connected, he blurted out, “Brother Shen, hurry and check our school forum. Someone’s posted about you, making up a load of bullshit. Brother Shen, take a look and see how you want to handle it.”

After speaking, he remembered Brother Shen’s explosive temper and added anxiously, “We all know where Yinyin came from. Bro, after you read it, don’t blow up first. Let’s sit down and discuss what to do. Best thing would be to figure out how to dig out the bastard behind this.”

Shen Lian hung up and glanced at the dumpling, who was already asleep on the sofa beside him.

He bent down, carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and only then closed the door and came back out.

The top post on the forum was the one about Shen Lian. He tugged at the corner of his lips and clicked into it.

He read it word by word. After one glance, he knew exactly where the videos and photos came from—someone had secretly taken them when he brought the dumpling to the hospital yesterday.

From the background, it was outside the surgical clinic.

Several pages of replies followed beneath the post.

“Seriously? Shen Lian doesn’t look like that kind of person. He usually hates girls the most—even rejected our school belle. Someone like that being a scumbag? I’m starting to think he’s destined to be single for life.”

“When Shen Lian plays basketball, our cheerleading squad swarms him like flies to honey—fair skin, pretty faces, long legs. Have you ever seen Shen Lian get close to a single girl?”

“I think the OP’s story still needs verification, but putting that aside—the kid the school tyrant brought back is so cute ahhhhh! Her name’s Yinyin, so kawaii! I like her!”

“Can you stop fangirling and going off-topic? OP, keep posting!”

“Why do I feel like the OP isn’t even from our school? They clearly don’t understand Shen Lian’s style at all. Otherwise, how could they fabricate this kind of rumor?”

Shen Lian paused when he saw that line. He picked up his phone, subconsciously about to call the old man to borrow some people to investigate. His finger had just pressed the number—then he stopped.