VHBF -Chapter 148 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 10)

Class Ten’s students were hit with three consecutive shocks today.

After the teacher left, they all crowded around the milk-soft, adorable little dumpling beside the school bully, craning their necks to look closer.

As if they were staring at some kind of rare Pokémon.

Even though the school bully’s face was dark and he was glaring at them, they still withstood the pressure and insisted on surrounding the dumpling.

Xu Gao was completely stunned too, stammering, “Little Yinyin, you really remembered everything? You didn’t bluff us?”

The dumpling was sitting on the desk. The chair was far too short, and after sitting straight for an entire class, she was a little tired and whining softly, tugging at Daddy to hold her up onto the desk.

The tall desk gave a better view—she wouldn’t have to crane her little neck and get sore when looking at people.

Hearing Uncle Xu Gao’s question, the dumpling snorted unhappily at him and said, “Yinyin wouldn’t lie. Yinyin remembered it.”

She even asked back in surprise, “If you listen carefully to the teacher, you can remember it. Don’t you remember it, Uncle?”

The onlooking classmates: “……”

Remember my ass! Forget Xu Gao, the ultimate fighter among academic trash—even the best student in the whole class couldn’t possibly remember it all!

And she recited it word for word.

At this moment, this group of rich second-generation academic trash in Class Ten still hadn’t realized that their future academic lives would be ruled by a three-year-old dumpling.

They stared at her with awe and curiosity, feeling like they were getting to know the school bully’s three-year-old “daughter” all over again.

So she really wasn’t deliberately causing trouble…

The dumpling actually had real ability!

The system rolled around a few times in its system space, snorted, and thought: ignorant human brats. The abilities granted to the little cub by the System Bureau—after passing through so many worlds—were finally beginning to reveal her talent.

This talent was the development of her brain domain.

To put it simply, how developed a person’s brain is almost determines how much information they can carry. If the little cub were just an ordinary, average human child in every aspect, she wouldn’t be able to withstand so many spacetime crossings.

Even though she didn’t remember the previous worlds, the memories were merely sealed, not erased. Under the “stronger when encountering strength” ability granted by the System Bureau, the degree of her brain development far surpassed that of ordinary people.

At present, it was only showing in memory and expressive ability, but the System Bureau’s abilities were like an elastic balloon that would never burst—the more you stuffed into it, the bigger it became. There was no such thing as bursting.

So today’s performance from the little cub was entirely within the system’s expectations.

The system even felt that her abilities showing only in memory and expression were weak as hell—she should be like those miraculous geniuses in novels, becoming a hacker at the age of three!

With such wildly unrealistic thoughts, the top-tier chuuni system drifted off into a dream.

These rich second-generation academic trash had never had anything to do with the word “top student” in their lives, so naturally they surrounded the dumpling like people gawking at a giant panda.

Class Ten was noisy and chaotic, until—

Click-clack, click-clack. The crisp, forceful sound of high heels rang out.

The academic trash reflexively looked toward the classroom door. It wasn’t even class time yet—what Extinction Nun had arrived?

A woman in her thirties, wearing black suit pants and high heels, her hair in a Daoist bun and black-framed glasses, lifted her eyes and looked over. That glance was calm and unfathomable.

The students shuddered, remembering that this period was Chinese class.

Instantly, they felt life was meaningless and trudged back to their seats.

This Chinese teacher surnamed Chen was an oddball. At Diya High School, she counted as a rather unconventional teacher. In an ordinary high school she’d be normal enough, but at Diya, she was unusual.

She was relatively responsible and extremely serious, like an old scholar—meticulous to the letter.

Academic trash feared this kind of teacher the most. Even though these rich kids weren’t exactly cowards, they still found her annoying and wished they could stay eight hundred meters away from her. In class, they avoided her whenever possible, hiding their faces behind textbooks, afraid of being called on to recite a passage and share their “thoughts.”

God knows what authors were thinking!

How would academic trash understand ancient literary masters’ thoughts?!

Teacher Chen, the Extinction Nun, glanced toward Shen Lian’s seat.

Because she’d arrived quickly, the dumpling was still sitting on the desk, her little short legs stretched straight out on top of it, looking over in confusion.

When she saw the teacher looking at her, the dumpling nervously tugged at her little dress and hurriedly explained, “Hello, teacher. Yin—Yinyin didn’t do it on purpose.”

Shen Lian scooped the dumpling down and sat her on his lap, then looked back provocatively.

So what if it was on purpose?

Class Ten’s students silently cheered. Worthy of Boss Shen—so hardcore! The name of Diya’s school bully truly lived up to its reputation!

The school bully and the academic trash didn’t understand that a three-year-old dumpling—one of the nation’s upright little blossoms—harbored, deep in her bones, a longing for and reverence toward teachers.

The dumpling was frantic. She’d been naughty, sitting on the desk and getting caught by the teacher, and Daddy was naughty too, not putting her back in her seat.

Class Ten’s students assumed that the Extinction Nun would now turn her head away coldly and ignore the dumpling, or at the very least scold her for lacking manners.

Who would’ve thought—she did neither.

Instead, she turned back, carefully looked the dumpling up and down a few times, gave a light “mm,” and said, “It’s fine. Class hasn’t started yet.”

The students already back in their seats: “……???”

Are you kidding us???

The dumpling let out a sigh of relief, shyly twisting her chubby body, her milky little voice obedient beyond belief. “Thank you, teacher! Teacher is so nice! Yinyin—Yinyin likes teacher!”

She felt this teacher was really nice and gentle, not blaming her at all—gentler even than Daddy. Daddy didn’t even let her talk in class.

After praising the teacher and confessing her affection, the dumpling’s little chubby face turned red. She shyly buried herself in Daddy’s arms, occasionally peeking up.

The onlooking classmates: “……???”

How did they never notice this dumpling was such a master flatterer? She even dared to flatter the Extinction Nun!

Chen Zhu smiled and said, “Your name is Yinyin, right, little friend? Since you’ve come to our class, you’re a student here. In my class, you’re allowed to speak, allowed to talk, allowed to ask questions. Study well.”

The dumpling’s eyes lit up and she immediately cheered, “Teacher is so nice!”

Which earned her Daddy’s cold snort. Only then did the dumpling remember her agreement with Daddy—she’d forgotten to ask his opinion.

Facing her cub’s pitiful little chubby face, Shen Lian pressed down her small head. “Listen if you want, say what you want. Just don’t bother me.”

Daddy seemed vaguely angry. Afraid of making Daddy unhappy, the dumpling hurriedly raised her little hand and said, “Yinyin will study hard! When Yinyin learns well, I’ll teach Daddy. Next time Daddy takes an exam, he’ll be able to pass!”

The student in front had long been eavesdropping. The more he listened, the more envious he felt. He turned around and looked at Boss Shen, that look clearly saying: Why are you being so unreasonable, bullying a three-year-old kid?

“Shen Lian, just be satisfied already. You’ve even got a little prodigy tutoring you.”

“Our Yinyin is so well-behaved. You couldn’t pick up such a cute little treasure anywhere. If you don’t want her, give her to me. My parents definitely wouldn’t mind another daughter. I’ll acknowledge her as my little sister—I’m willing to let her bother me!”

Shen Lian instantly glared over, smacking him on the head with one slap, his voice rough.
“Scram. What’s it got to do with you?”

Then he lowered his head to the cub. “What do you call me again? Say it one more time.”

The dumpling was confused and answered, “Daddy. It’s Daddy.”

Shen Lian raised his brows and looked back at the other guy. “You want to be my son? I wouldn’t even want such a dumb son!”

Being Yinyin’s brother, rounding up, meant having to call Shen Lian Dad?

The front-row student tried to be cheeky and successfully dug a pit for himself. He turned back and hugged his desk, crying. How could he be so stupid? Was the school bully someone you could mock so casually?

Once class started, the dumpling perked right up.

Even though she was already a little tired after focusing so intently through an entire class, she still listened earnestly. This teacher was so gentle—she couldn’t let the teacher down.

She had to study well, support the class enthusiastically, and not let a good teacher’s classroom go cold.

And so, Class Ten’s academic trash once again witnessed yesterday’s scene replayed—the “Little Contrarian”’s mouth chattered nonstop.

Watching the Chinese teacher’s increasingly serious expression, the students couldn’t help laughing, even secretly passing notes to people beside them, spontaneously dubbing lines for the Extinction Nun.

[Extinction Nun, the party involved]: “I regret it. I really regret it. I shouldn’t have agreed to let that little contrarian talk. Is it too late to make her shut up now?”

The dumpling, whose astonishingly powerful memory amazed teachers and students alike, really couldn’t be allowed to speak. The moment she opened her mouth, her true nature was revealed, fully exposing her “Little Contrarian” essence.

The Extinction Nun finally seemed unable to endure it anymore. She pointed at the dumpling and called her up to recite a passage of the text.