VHBF -Chapter 158 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 20)

In the classroom, the soft, babyish sound of answering questions kept ringing out. Yinyin’s ability to organize language wasn’t as good as an adult’s, but reciting straight from the book wasn’t difficult for her. Her speaking speed was a little slow, yet her answers were smooth and fluent. After finishing, she blinked her eyes and said, “Teacher, Yinyin is done answering.”

The teachers who had arrived earlier had all heard about the little child in Class Ten. Teachers from outside Class Ten hadn’t seen Yinyin in class with their own eyes—only vaguely heard a few subject teachers from Class Ten mention her. They had thought the praise was exaggerated out of kindness because she was so young. But who would have thought—she really could do it!

This little child was only three years old. Tiny and small, even sitting on a chair that had already been raised, she barely showed just a little head. A child this young, in an ordinary family, would only just be speaking clearly by now. Some who were spoiled by their families could barely do anything besides being mischievous. Yet she was already reciting texts in a soft, childish voice.

And what she was reciting was high school material, not kindergarten or elementary-level content!

Everyone present was a liberal arts teacher, and they all knew the high school curriculum like the back of their hands. After mentally calculating Class Ten’s current teaching progress, they were shocked to discover that as long as the content had already been taught in class—so long as it wasn’t overly abstract and required deeper understanding—Yinyin could answer it.

She was like a copy machine, copying everything the teacher taught straight into her brain. Even if she didn’t understand what it meant, she could still recite it smoothly.

And then they thought about her age again—only three years old!

When she grew up and officially started school, what kind of scene would that be? It was easy to imagine. This was a future academic prodigy in the making!

Answering questions verbally was much faster than the originally scheduled exam time. For questions that required understanding, even when Yinyin couldn’t answer, she didn’t leave them blank—she had her own tiny interpretations.

For example, in the Chinese exam that morning, sometimes young Yinyin’s viewpoints, by sheer coincidence, fit the intent of the question even better. Other times, she suddenly created a funny misunderstanding that left the teachers both amused and exasperated.

Whenever Yinyin heard a teacher chuckle, she knew she’d answered wrong and made a joke. She covered her chubby face with her pudgy hands and said in a milky voice, “Teacher, you’re not allowed to laugh at Yinyin! When Yinyin grows up, I’ll be even more amazing!”

She wasn’t modest at all—very confident.

The teachers exchanged looks and smiled helplessly.

Yinyin was so outstanding, far beyond their expectations. Their first reaction wasn’t regret that she was too young for them to teach, but rather sighing in amazement that such a cute, pretty, and book-reciting little dumpling wasn’t their own. Even unmarried teachers couldn’t help but look on with full-on “auntie smiles.”

Whenever the teacher reading the questions sounded a bit stern, the other female teachers would glare at him and remind him to be gentle with the young, to protect the little flowers of the nation.

The question-setting teacher: “……” I’m a man! Isn’t speaking loudly normal??

The essay question was an open topic titled “The Future,” with a required length of 800 characters. Yinyin obviously couldn’t write that many words, but reciting a short composition was no problem.

After clarifying with the teacher what “the future” meant, Yinyin lightly cleared her throat.

With her little hands clasped behind her back and a serious expression on her face, she began to recite:

“In the future, when Yinyin grows up, she’ll become a pretty big sister, as tall as the teacher, and just as pretty. In the future, Daddy will also grow up, as tall as Grandpa, and as handsome as Grandpa…”

At this point, Yinyin lowered her little head, her tone growing subdued. “G-Grandpa might… might grow old, like the old grandpas on the street, unable to walk properly, needing a cane. But it’s okay—Yinyin can be Grandpa’s cane. Daddy can too.”

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Principal’s Office—

“Hahaha, where could you ever find such a well-behaved and sensible granddaughter? President Shen really is blessed!”

The bald principal of Diya High School patted his round belly and walked over to Shen Huainan, poured him a cup of tea, and handed it over, smiling so broadly his face practically bloomed. “Doesn’t Diya also have kindergarten, elementary, and middle school divisions? Why not just let her enroll directly?”

Shen Huainan hadn’t gone straight back as Shen Lian had hoped. Instead, he accepted the principal’s invitation and came to the principal’s office to observe Yinyin’s exam in person.

This bald principal had really flattered the right spot. The little assistant sitting behind his boss thought to himself, and then looked at his own sir… Tsk tsk. On the surface, he still looked serious and proper, but inside, he was probably bursting with joy.

Shen Huainan took a light sip of tea and said, “No need. We’ll be returning to the capital in a few days. Shen Lian and Shen Yinyin will go together.”

The principal was shocked, even slipping back into an old form of address. “Old Shen, you’re serious?”

The man nodded calmly. “It’s fine. I’ll still allocate funds to Diya every year, same as before.”

The principal hadn’t thought of that at first. He was both happy and heartbroken.

Happy because he was finally sending away Shen Lian, that little menace, and could have some peace again. Ever since Shen Lian came to his school, his hair had been falling out in handfuls—his head was almost bald already. Now that this little ancestor was finally leaving, of course he was thrilled. He almost wanted to set off fireworks to celebrate.

Heartbroken because, setting Shen Lian aside, that three-year-old little dumpling was a true prodigy. If only he could keep that child here to study—from elementary all the way up to high school at Diya—how wonderful would that be?

Maybe he could even produce a top scorer someday. Provincial champion wasn’t even necessary—city champion would do! Diya’s reputation would soar another level.

On the surface, Diya was known as an elite private school, full of wealthy students. It sounded nice enough. But in reality… their college admission rate was abysmally low—worse than even the worst public high school in the city.

Every year, more than half the students went abroad. The remaining small portion all had families “with mines”—studying was just for fun, and they went home to inherit family businesses, living more carefree lives than anyone else.

The one who truly suffered was him, the principal.

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When Shen Lian came out of the exam, he saw a little dumpling squatting around the corner by the classroom door, propping her chubby chin with both hands and craning her neck to peek inside.

Shen Lian grinned widely and strode over in a few long steps. Before Yinyin could run to him, he picked her up, lowered his head, and kissed her chubby cheek. “Finished your exam?”

Yinyin cupped her chubby cheeks, smiling with her eyes curved. “Finished! The teachers even praised Yinyin.”

Seeing how smug she looked, Shen Lian rarely played along and asked, “What did they praise you for?”

Yinyin lowered her head and started counting on her fingers. “They praised Yinyin for being smart, praised Yinyin for being cute, and said Yinyin did really well!”

“Oh? That impressive, huh?!”

Yinyin lifted her little head, chin held high. “Of course! Don’t you see whose little treasure Yinyin is!”

“Whose?”

She went smack and kissed Daddy’s chin, declaring confidently in her milky voice, “Of course I’m Daddy’s little treasure!”

Shen Lian felt that studying really was useful. Didn’t matter whether Yinyin actually understood anything—back when they first met, she’d looked so silly, tugging on his pant leg and following him without fear of being sold off.

Now that she’d been brought into school for a while, she was clearly much smarter—clever and sly, her flattery smooth as silk.

Thinking that, Shen Lian’s lips curved up. Just as he was about to say You sure know how to talk, Yinyin added, “Oh right, and Grandpa too!”

Shen Lian: “……”

Would it kill you not to mention that old fox?!

Others from the same exam room gathered around when they saw Shen Lian come out holding a little dumpling. They were instantly rewarded with sweet, milky “Uncle” greetings from the chubby dumpling.

Even though being called “uncle” sounded kind of old, the moment Yinyin smiled softly at you and greeted you in that sweet baby voice, countless hearts were instantly captured.

It felt like being called “uncle” by Yinyin was an honor. People felt ridiculously happy inside, subconsciously digging into their pockets, wanting to pull out some kind of small gift for her.

This little dumpling was incredible!

No wonder the campus forum rumors said the little dumpling Shen the school bully brought had magical powers—she made people want to be good to her, want to talk to her, able to chatter with her all day without getting tired!

They even said that on the first day Yinyin went to Class Ten, all the snacks were wiped out. That very night, the school bully tied cloth sacks onto his motorcycle and hauled them home. The image was too beautiful to imagine.

One guy digging in his pockets twitched his lips, suppressing the urge to pinch Yinyin’s soft cheeks. Laughing, he said, “You’re great too, you’re great too! Little Yinyin is really pretty!”

Compared to saying “hello” a hundred times, this single word—pretty—was far more effective. The beauty-loving chubby dumpling pressed her lips together reservedly, her eyes sparkling. “Uncle is handsome too, and good-looking. Uncle knows how to talk. Yinyin likes you!”

Shen Lian: “……”

He twitched the corner of his mouth, hugged Yinyin, and walked away with big strides.

The “knows how to talk” uncle stared at their backs: “……”

As they walked, Shen Lian took the chance to educate her. “Girls need to be reserved, understand? You can’t just say ‘I like you’ to everyone, and you can’t casually praise boys for being handsome. That’s not right.”

Yinyin tilted her head and reached out to poke Daddy’s cheek. “Then what about Daddy?”

“What about Daddy?”

“Does that mean Yinyin can’t praise Daddy for being handsome, and can’t say she likes Daddy either?”

Shen Lian stopped in his tracks. “……”

After a long pause, he tugged at the corner of his mouth and (pretending to be) righteously raised his voice. “…Being reserved is for outsiders. Daddy is family. That’s fine.”

So she could praise him every day—Daddy could handle it!

Who wouldn’t want a delicately carved little dumpling following them around every day, blowing rainbow-fart compliments at them?

Shen Lian had been completely spoiled by Yinyin. He felt that if one day passed without hearing her praise him, life might lose all its fun.

Just as Yinyin was about to ask, What about Grandpa then? she lifted her head and saw a tall, handsome, dignified man ahead. Her eyes lit up, and she waved her chubby little hand. “Grandpa!”

She was pleasantly surprised—she thought Grandpa had already left.

Seeing the old man, Shen Lian’s mouth twitched downward. Why hadn’t this old man gone back? Was he staying to steal his kid?

Yinyin leaned forward to let Grandpa hold her, completely forgetting the topic from just now, and began sharing her exam experience with Grandpa.

She talked about how so many teachers had accompanied her during the exam, and how all the teachers were very nice, very kind, and really liked Yinyin.

“The teachers praised Yinyin. They said Yinyin is the best!”

Shen Huainan’s brows softened, and he smiled. “Mm. They’re right.”

“And there’s more! Yinyin even wrote an essay and put Grandpa and Daddy in it. In the future, Yinyin, Daddy, and Grandpa will all be together!”

Fresh out of her exam, Yinyin had endless things to say. After all, this was her first exam experience in her three years of life. To her, it was novel and full of fun—so much so that even a punctuation mark was worth talking about. She chattered away nonstop in her milky voice like a little chatterbox.

Shen Lian dug at his ear and casually asked, “What did you write about me?”

Yinyin touched her chubby chin, thinking back. Hesitantly, she said, “Yinyin said Daddy will grow up in the future, become as handsome as Grandpa, and his exams will pass too. Anyway, Daddy will definitely improve!”

Shen Lian: “……”

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