VHBF -Chapter 149 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 11)

The classroom of Class Ten was utterly silent.

Those sneaking snacks, passing notes, reading comics or novels, and even sleeping—all of them stopped at once, their gazes converging on Yinyin.

The Chinese teacher paused for a moment. Remembering that Yinyin was still a little illiterate and couldn’t really understand the textbook, she casually pointed to someone. “You. Read this passage out loud. Remember—don’t miss a single word.”

Reading a text was easy—much easier than memorizing it.

The student who got called on, a notorious underachiever, smiled confidently. He cleared his throat, held up the textbook, and read straight from it, his voice rising and falling with exaggerated emotion.

After finishing, he turned to Yinyin. “Little Yinyin, did you remember it? Want big brother to read it again?”

Yinyin’s eyes were wide open as she listened attentively. Hearing this, she puffed out her little chest with confidence. “Yinyin remembers it.”

“And also, it’s uncle, not big brother. Uncle, you always want to be a big brother—that’s not good. You’re Daddy’s classmate!”

Uncle · Underachiever · School Bully’s Classmate: “……”

After that, Yinyin put on a serious little chubby face and began reciting in her soft, milky voice. She recited very earnestly, even imitating the reader’s tone and cadence, copying it so vividly it was uncanny.

When that underachiever read in that tone, it sounded affected and punchable. But when a three-year-old Yinyin imitated it, it somehow became bizarrely adorable.

Before Yinyin finished reciting, the students of Class Ten held back their laughter, trying their best not to make a sound and disturb her. Once she finished, they couldn’t hold it anymore—some collapsed laughing onto their desks, clapping and pounding the tables. One particularly silly guy even lost his balance and rolled straight onto the floor.

The underachievers laughed with abandon, but the Chinese teacher was focused on something else. Chen Zhu’s expression softened. She felt that the history teacher’s assessment still didn’t fully match reality—this child’s memory was already far beyond merely being able to recite texts.

She could watch someone’s words, actions, expressions, and gestures once and remember them all, then reproduce them perfectly. This kind of photographic memory existed only in certain top-tier geniuses.

Chen Zhu clapped her hands and praised her. “Student Yinyin, that was excellent. You didn’t make a single mistake—not one word off!”

Just moments ago, all those uncles and big sisters had burst out laughing, and Yinyin was still a little nervous, worried she’d made a fool of herself. She tugged at the hem of her little cake dress, looking a bit lost. When she heard the teacher praise her, her eyes instantly lit up.

She lifted her chubby little face—so short that she instinctively grabbed onto the desk—and looked at the teacher with sparkling eyes. “Really?”

After receiving the teacher’s affirmation, Yinyin’s tail practically shot up. “Yinyin knew it—Yinyin is the best! Teacher is so nice, Yinyin likes you!”

The fiery, enthusiastic Yinyin confessed her affection to “Abbess Extermination” once again, her little expression utterly sincere. “Yinyin knew teacher is a good teacher! Teacher is the best!”

Shen Lian reached out and pinched Yinyin’s chubby cheek. “Who’s the best?”

Yinyin immediately turned her head and smiled fawningly at Daddy. “Of course Daddy is the best!”

“But—but if Daddy listens carefully in class and passes exams in the future, Daddy will be even better!”

When Yinyin said this, she didn’t lower her voice at all. The teachers and students of Class Ten watched as the sky-defying, earth-defying School Bully Shen was solemnly educated and encouraged by a three-year-old child. They nearly laughed themselves inside out, slapping their desks until they rang.

Usually, Shen the School Bully was lawless and unstoppable—but at last, he’d found his nemesis. And that nemesis was none other than a three-year-old milk dumpling!

Chen Zhu tapped the blackboard and said, “The passage Yinyin just recited isn’t difficult. You’ll all go back and memorize it too—it’s one of the exam points. I’ll randomly check it next Monday.”

The underachievers who were still happily pounding their desks looked up in disbelief. “Me-memorize… what? Teacher, say that again?”

Chen Zhu let out a cold, merciless chuckle and shattered their illusions. “You heard correctly. Memorize the text.”

“What, do you want to be worse than a three-year-old?”

“A three-year-old can memorize it—so you can’t? All those extra years you’ve lived, wasted?”

The rich, underachieving students of Class Ten stared at Abbess Extermination’s opening and closing mouth, completely stunned. Just moments ago they’d been laughing at how cute Yinyin was—now it was their turn.

The underachievers declared this not fun at all! What was fun about memorizing texts?!

What the hell were they laughing at earlier? Why were they laughing at a little genius who could recite effortlessly? They were the truly pitiful ones who deserved to be laughed at!

Just then, the class bell rang, signaling the end of another period.

Yet the students of Class Ten felt no joy at all. For the first time, they didn’t rush out in a crowd to enjoy their break. Instead, they all wilted like frostbitten eggplants, slumping lifelessly over their desks.

Xu Gao sidled over to Shen Lian. Ignoring Yinyin’s why is it you again, uncle stare, he twitched his mouth and suggested, “Bro, why don’t you just hire a nanny to take care of the kid at home?”

These past few days, Xu Gao had finally figured it out—there was no way Shen Lian was going to abandon Yinyin. He even brought her to class. What else could that mean?

To say something unbelievable, Xu Gao even felt that his wild, lawless Shen Bro had somehow developed a sense of responsibility as a stay-at-home dad at such a young age…

Seeing Xu Gao say this, the others gathered around too, chiming in one after another. “Xu Gao’s right, Shen Bro, think about it. Little Yinyin is only three—being in our senior year classes really doesn’t suit her. She should be going to kindergarten and ruling the place.”

What was kindergarten? Yinyin didn’t listen.

She glared, huffing angrily. “Bad uncles are all bad! Daddy wants to bring Yinyin with him!” After saying that, she lifted her little face and looked at Shen Lian with hopeful, pleading eyes.

Faced with Yinyin’s tiny look seeking an ally, Shen Lian held back his laughter, coughed, and said, “Since… you all say so…”

Yinyin immediately shouted, “Daddy!”

Shen Lian snapped, “Say my ass! I’ll bring her if I want—what’s it to you busybodies?”

“A bunch of trash who can’t even beat a three-year-old. Go memorize your texts!”

Underachievers: “……”

Someone couldn’t help muttering, “Shen Bro, aren’t you an underachiever too? If you’ve got the guts, you try memorizing it.”

Shen Lian: “……”

The usually stern, nitpicky, and perpetually displeased Chinese teacher of Senior Year Class Ten was surrounded by colleagues the moment she returned to the office after class.

They’d all heard about the school tyrant bringing a three-year-old child to school. Thanks to the history teacher’s enthusiastic promotion, teachers across the senior classes already knew about it—that tiny little dumpling, only three years old, had astonishing memory. Whatever the teacher said, she could remember.

Chen Zhu took a sip of water and said, “She’s even better than I imagined.”

“How so?”

“Basically, whatever you say, she remembers. And she’s very serious about it.” At that point, Chen Zhu couldn’t be bothered to say more and tossed out a line. “If you’re curious, go see for yourself.”

Tomorrow was Saturday, and there was still one class in the afternoon. The “lucky” teacher was the politics teacher.

She smiled, hugged her teaching materials, and walked out. “Then I’ll go see this little prodigy for myself!”

—

Yinyin welcomed her third very friendly teacher.

The politics teacher would, at the drop of a hat, make Yinyin recite passages. After she finished, the class representative was told to circle the content. Then, when class ended, she announced to the academic dregs of Class Ten: “Everything she recited today—you all need to know it too. There’ll be a spot check next week.”

The underachievers: “……???”

Who did they offend now?! Even the usually laid-back, easygoing politics teacher had started torturing them too???

Finally, when the bell rang, the students of Class Ten felt like today had been unbearably difficult.

Thinking about having to memorize all kinds of stuff over the weekend made everyone feel awful. Wasn’t Diya High School supposed to be the freest, most humane school in the city?

Then why was there still this inhumane thing called memorization?!

Xu Gao stared at his phone.

The moment the politics teacher stepped out, he shouted, “Nobody leave! The real culprit’s been found!”

“Th-the real culprit? Xu Gao, what are you talking about?”

The others were still mourning and didn’t react right away.

Xu Gao said, “The one who smeared our Brother Shen has been found!”

“Brother Shen, come take a look too. They just sent this to me.”

A group of people crowded around and carefully went through it.

The girl who’d connected them with the hacker investigating the data was playing with her phone. She glanced over casually and said, “When J-god handles something like this, it’s a piece of cake. There won’t be any mistakes. Don’t worry—just go catch the culprit.”

“Holy crap, it’s that bastard Yue Sheng from No. 7!”

“Yue Sheng from No. 7? The one who fought with Brother Shen last time?”

“That’s him!”

One of Shen Lian’s followers couldn’t help but curse. “Damn it! Didn’t expect that grandson—last time he hired outside help, and now he actually dares to spread rumors?”

“Those two photos were caught when Brother Shen took little Yinyin to the hospital. It was that same night. I heard Yue Sheng was pretty badly hurt too. It has to be him—he must’ve run into them at the hospital by coincidence and took photos to smear Brother Shen!”

Yinyin blinked, completely confused, looking left and right. After listening for a while, she finally understood a bit—someone was hurting her Daddy!

So angry she practically exploded. “Which bad guy is hurting Daddy? Yinyin is going to get revenge for Daddy!”

Xu Gao reached out and rubbed her little head, snorting with a laugh. “With that tiny body of yours, you’re not even as strong as one of his fingers.”

Shen Lian stared at the investigation results for a long moment, then picked up Yinyin and headed straight out. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go. Let’s beat him up.”

The students of Class Ten and Shen Lian’s followers immediately clapped and cheered. “Let’s go—beat him up!”

Caught up in the heated atmosphere, Yinyin clenched her little fists and raised them high, shouting along in her baby voice, “Let’s go—beat him up!”

“Pfft—hahahahaha! Little Yinyin’s right—beat him up!”

Shen Lian suddenly had the feeling that he’d taught the kid something bad…

“……”

This whole thing had been uncovered by the entire Class Ten working together, so the whole class mobilized—those there to watch did so, those there to support showed up. A mighty procession marched toward No. 7 High across the way.

Yinyin was in high spirits. Her mouth never stopped chattering along the way as she joined the uncles and big sisters in condemning the bad guy!

Shen Lian’s steps were light. For the first time, he felt that fighting actually made him happy.

Yue Sheng had just slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of the school gate when he was surrounded at a corner by this entire group.

Someone had brought a small loudspeaker. A girl took it, held it to her mouth, and started educating everyone about the despicable things this guy had done.

Can’t win a fight, so you smear people behind their backs?

How low-class!

As more and more students from his own school gathered around, Yue Sheng’s face flushed red. “W-why are you surrounding me? If you have something to say, say it properly. Let’s find a place to talk.”

“Sure, sure—just don’t fucking run!”

They dragged Yue Sheng to a basketball court in a nearby residential area and beat him up solidly. Shen Lian didn’t even need to lift a hand—the entire class that came along beat the little bastard until his face was bruised and swollen, unable even to howl.

Yue Sheng had already been injured last time and hadn’t fully recovered. Now, with injuries piled on injuries, he nearly couldn’t catch his breath.

His face was battered and swollen, and his speech slurred. “Y-you’re bullying me with numbers!”

“I didn’t post that thread!”

Even at this point, Yue Sheng was still stubbornly denying it. Xu Gao tossed the phone over.

Pointing at the info on the screen, he said, “See this? Is this ID ‘Don’t Bully the Young and Poor’ yours or not? And does this IP address look familiar?”

“Don’t bother denying it. That hacker boss even traced it through your home network straight to your computer—and while he was at it, he took some interesting stuff from your computer. Want to see?”

Xu Gao patted his face. “Forget it. Since you like posting things publicly so much, let’s just make it all public together. Fulfill your wish—then everyone can see it.”

Only then did Yue Sheng start to regret it. These rich second-generation kids had money and connections. They could investigate him inside out, crystal clear.

He covered the phone and said, “No need to look. It was me.”

Looking at these well-dressed rich kids staring at him with disdain, as if he were trash, the humiliation in Yue Sheng’s heart reached its peak. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, pain flaring across his face, and sneered: “Shen Lian, what are you so proud of? Isn’t it just that you were born well? What skill is there in being better at reincarnating than others?”

“Aren’t you all the same? Diya High School is full of trash! You think having money makes you untouchable?”

“Shen Lian, today I admit defeat to you because of your background—everything behind you—not because of you as a person!”

“Shen Lian, you’re trash!”

From start to finish, Yinyin’s eyes were covered by a large hand. She could only hear the sounds.

“You’re the trash!!!! Trash! Bad guy! You’re not allowed to say bad things about Daddy!”

A babyish voice rang out from Shen Lian’s arms, like an enraged little kitten with its fur standing on end. She was furious. Struggling free from Shen Lian’s hold, she toddled over on her short legs. She wanted to hit him, but seeing how battered he already was, she felt a little embarrassed to strike. Instead, she planted her chubby little hands on her hips and stood in front of him.

After looking him over a few times, Yinyin finally remembered who he was. When she’d first come looking for Daddy, she’d seen this person holding a stick, trying to hit Daddy. That made her even angrier. Her chubby little face puffed up, red with rage, and she shouted in her soft baby voice:

“Bad guy! You even hit Daddy last time! You’re a bad guy!”

“Daddy isn’t trash! The uncles and big sisters aren’t trash either! You’re the trash! You’re bad!”

The people from Class Ten watched from the side, watching Yinyin condemn the “bad guy” in her baby voice and stand up for them. They couldn’t help but smile like proud uncles and aunties. Treating Yinyin well hadn’t been for nothing—she knew how to protect them. Such an adorable, lovable good little dumpling.

On the way back, a few rich, idle underachiever second-gens rubbed their hands and sidled up to Boss Shen, whispering to negotiate.

“Brother Shen, I heard Yinyin was picked up by you? It must not be convenient for you to take care of her alone, right? How about this—let our family adopt Yinyin. I’ll treat her better than my real little sister! She’s so cute—my parents would definitely like her!”

“Get lost. She should come to our family instead. I’ll take her out to play every day. Food and drinks won’t be lacking. We’ll raise little Yinyin like a princess—nice and chubby!”

Shen Lian buried the kid’s little head against his chest, covering her ears so she couldn’t hear, then kicked the two of them away.

“Get lost!”