VHBF -Chapter 147 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 9)

Who knew that more than half the class would pass without the “little contrarian” making a single sound?

She sat obediently beside the school tyrant, her small body held perfectly straight, eyes unblinking as she stared at the blackboard. Even without speaking, the eagerness to learn in her eyes—and that little expression of clearly wanting to talk but forcing herself not to—made everything obvious.

She was being so well-behaved that the history teacher actually felt a bit uncomfortable.

It was like this: you’d already mentally prepared yourself and racked your brains figuring out how to deal with an “enemy,” only to discover that the “enemy” was incredibly obedient—had no intention of causing trouble, no intention of engaging you at all.

History teacher: “……”

After enduring most of the lesson, with only ten minutes left before the bell, the history teacher finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

Once he finished today’s slides, he stopped and looked toward Yinyin.

“Little Yinyin?”

Just as Yinyin was about to speak, she remembered what she had promised Daddy and immediately turned to look at him.

Shen Lian was very satisfied with his kid’s performance today. He patted her little head and nodded.

With that nod, it was as if the silencing spell had been lifted. Yinyin let out a little cheer, then turned back and said to the teacher in her soft, milky voice, “Yinyin’s here~ Teacher, do you need something?”

Facing Yinyin’s sparkling little eyes—practically screaming Ask me, ask me!—the history teacher paused for a moment, then asked curiously, “Why didn’t you talk today? You’re being so good.”

Yinyin turned to look at her dad and answered honestly, “Daddy didn’t let Yinyin talk. He told Yinyin to be good—no talking, no moving around—then he’d let Yinyin wear a pretty little dress.”

That dress, which the girls had been calling an adorably fairy-like little cake dress, immediately drew everyone’s attention again. Yinyin even had on a matching little hat that she hadn’t taken off all day.

The history teacher’s aesthetic sense was exactly the same as Shen Lian’s straight-guy aesthetic. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he tried hard to ignore it and to respect the taste of a three-year-old. He gave a dry laugh. “And then?”

Yinyin said proudly, “So Yinyin was very good and didn’t talk at all!”

“…Oh.”

The history teacher glanced at the school tyrant lounging by the window, sitting like he had no bones. This brat actually did a good deed for once?

The other students’ looks toward School Tyrant Shen immediately became complicated. They’d wanted to say something yesterday already—Shen Lian himself wore trendy branded clothes, yet Yinyin was dressed in a shabby little dress, and his conscience could actually handle that? He even brought her out like that.

Today, Yinyin was finally dressed nicely, and before they’d even had time to praise the school tyrant… he didn’t let her talk?

The students of Class Ten wore expressions full of resentment. Yesterday’s class had been so fun; today, their source of joy had been bribed into silence by a single little dress.

Receiving so many stares, Shen Lian remained calm. He swept his gaze around and said coolly, “Everyone is responsible for maintaining classroom discipline.”

Classmates: “……”

Anyone else saying that would be fine. But you, School Tyrant—don’t you feel guilty saying that?

The history teacher actually praised him for once. “Not bad.”

What truly surprised the history teacher, though, was this: generally speaking, three-year-olds are restless, can’t sit still, and have trouble focusing. Yesterday, Yinyin constantly talking and interacting with the teacher could be considered normal. But today, with the “little contrarian” silenced, she had still sat through an entire class listening attentively.

Extremely well-behaved. Aside from not speaking, she sat just as properly as yesterday, big eyes fixed on the blackboard, brimming with curiosity and a strong desire to learn.

Since the lesson content was already finished, the history teacher asked jokingly, “Little Yinyin was very good today. So what did you learn?”

Yinyin’s eyes lit up instantly. She thought this bald teacher was really wonderful—she’d been worrying that no one would ask her. If the teacher hadn’t called on her, she really wouldn’t have been able to hold it in any longer.

She immediately raised her little hand. “Teacher! Yinyin was learning things. Daddy isn’t good at studying, so Yinyin will study hard and then teach Daddy!”

Shen Lian looked over. “……”

With a serious face, Yinyin shared her thoughts with the teacher. “The big sisters all say Daddy isn’t good at reading and his grades aren’t good, so… so Yinyin can only help Daddy study.”

History teacher: “……”

The balding history teacher really wanted to ask her: You’re just a three-year-old little dumpling—what can you possibly learn? Did you even understand it?

No matter how bad a student is, they’re still an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old adult. Even listening with their eyes closed, they’d understand more than a three-year-old dumpling like you.

Yinyin counted on her fingers. “Teacher talked about… and also…”

She spoke very slowly because she was recounting, recalling everything from her memory. Her soft, milky voice dragged on as she described what she had learned.

The entire classroom fell silent.

Everyone watched Yinyin speak.

By the time she finally finished, quite a while had passed. The history teacher stood frozen for a full half minute.

Even the dismissal bell rang before he snapped back to his senses.

In disbelief, he asked, “You remembered all of it?”

What Yinyin recited in her childish voice was exactly everything he had said in class—the entire lecture.

The things written in the textbook and on the blackboard, Yinyin couldn’t read or understand, but she had remembered everything the teacher said, word for word.

The history teacher had even misspoken briefly at one point, then corrected himself the very next moment—and Yinyin recited even that part flawlessly.

History teacher: “……”

The underachievers of Class Ten: “!!!”

Seeing so many gazes fixed on her, Yinyin thought she’d said something wrong. She carefully went over it again in her head and asked timidly, “Y-Yinyin said it wrong?”

The students of Class Ten shook their heads wildly. No, not wrong—nothing wrong at all!

History teacher: “…Little Yinyin, you’re very smart. You remembered everything. The teacher praises you.”

When class ended, the history teacher walked unsteadily. Even after returning to the office, he still hadn’t fully recovered.

A three-year-old child—at most just having learned how to talk and walk—and yet she could recite every word he said. This kind of ability… if she went to school in the future, wouldn’t she become a little prodigy?

Shen Lian looked at the Yinyin beside him, who was tilting up her chubby little face asking for praise, his eyes full of amazement.

He himself was a poor student, but that didn’t mean he lacked perspective. Such astonishing memory—its impact on future learning was obvious.

He had been wondering whether, if he kept the kid with him long-term or even adopted her under that old fox’s name, the old fox would agree.

But now his heart settled by a third. With how smart this kid was, the old fox might actually agree. Wasn’t the old fox always criticizing him for being bad at studying and only knowing how to fight? He’d give him a future top student—let’s see what he has to say then!

The history teacher held a cup of hot tea for a long time without drinking it. By the time he finally noticed, the tea had gone cold. A few teachers in the office asked in surprise, “What’s wrong today? Why do you look so distracted?”

A female teacher—also a subject teacher for Class Ten, who taught Chinese—asked, “Don’t tell me… Shen Lian brought that child again?”

The history teacher nodded dazedly.

The Chinese teacher adjusted her glasses. “Go ask Lin Fang again. Someone has to manage this—having a three-year-old appear in our classroom really isn’t convenient.”

The history teacher froze for a moment. “It’s not like that. She did come, but she didn’t cause trouble. She sat there obediently the whole class—quiet and well-behaved.”

The other teachers had also heard about the child the school tyrant brought and nodded. “If she’s not making trouble and just sitting there, it’s fine. Given the nature of our school, you all know how it is. These students aren’t really here to study anyway. Next year, if a class has ten people taking the college entrance exam, that’s already a lot.”

“Shen Lian isn’t easy to deal with. If it can be tolerated, then tolerate it—don’t provoke him and bring trouble on yourselves.”

The Chinese teacher nodded, returned to her seat, and began organizing her lesson plans. Class Ten was next.

Only then did the history teacher finally come back to his senses. He said, “No, you’ve all misunderstood. That child…”

He took a deep breath. “She’s a little prodigy with astonishing memory. You think she was listening just for fun?”

“That’s not it. She remembered everything. Everything I said in class—she remembered it all, like a human tape recorder. She could recite every word I said. I even suspect that if she could read, she’d be able to memorize everything in the textbook too.”

Teachers: “???”

They stared at the history teacher like he was an alien. “Old Zhang, have you lost your mind today? Talking such nonsense?”

The history teacher finally drank that cup of cold tea, leaned back in his chair, and sighed. “If you don’t believe me, go ask the students in Class Ten. It can’t be that I’m the only one hallucinating in broad daylight, right?”

The Chinese teacher grabbed her lesson plans and quickly walked out, her high heels clicking sharply across the floor.