VHBF -Chapter 160 The School Tyrant Daddy (Part 22)

As the homeroom teacher, Lin Fang naturally wouldn’t tell her students about something so absurd as how Yinyin guessed every multiple-choice and true/false question she didn’t understand purely by luck—and somehow guessed them all right.

If she told these underachievers, they’d definitely imitate this shameless “reaping rewards without effort” behavior. When that backfired, it wouldn’t just be them who’d make a fool of themselves—she, the homeroom teacher, would be dragged down with them.

As one of the teachers supervising the exam, she forcibly held back and said nothing about what had happened on exam day.

After taking the opportunity to lecture the underachievers a bit, she gestured for the class representative to come up and collect the papers to hand out.

“I won’t read out the English scores. Take a look yourselves—you all know where you stand.”

“But for English, I do need to specially praise little Shen Yinyin. Although she’s very unfamiliar with English as a subject, she didn’t give up on the exam and achieved a good score of 112. She ranked fourth in the class for this subject.”

The homeroom teacher twitched the corner of her mouth…

Yinyin got more than half of the listening questions right. She couldn’t really write, but stumbling through rote recitation was no problem. As for the remaining multiple-choice and true/false questions—she guessed everything, and every single guess was right, purely by outrageous luck.

As for the short essay, Yinyin had her own method. She was very good at imitation, so she memorized a dialogue composition she’d heard in class and used it. Even though it didn’t fit the topic perfectly, since it was complete and answered, the grader still gave her some partial credit.

Add everything up, and out of a total of 150 points, she got 112!

Lin Fang: “……”

Since this was a class of students preparing to study abroad, there were a few who were relatively strong in English. With 112 points, Yinyin actually ranked third in the class—but it was the subjects that followed that truly opened the underachievers’ eyes.

After English class, as if it were a signal, over the next two days teachers of every subject took turns stepping in and praising Yinyin to the skies.

In mathematics, Yinyin scored 76 points. She somehow secured 60 points from the 12 multiple-choice questions purely through insane luck. The math teacher, a balding man with a shiny pate, pushed up his glasses and looked toward the little Yinyin sitting at the back.

There wasn’t much room for Yinyin to perform in math class. She could memorize formulas, but… she didn’t understand their meaning and couldn’t solve problems. As a result, the math teacher didn’t know her as well as the liberal arts teachers did.

He stared at the test paper in his hands and fell silent.

Seeing his expression, the underachievers also fell silent…

“……”

In the following Chinese, Politics, History, and Geography classes—aside from Chinese, the other three subjects relied heavily on rote memorization. Yinyin did very well in all of them, taking first place in the class across these subjects.

The Chinese teacher looked at Yinyin’s essay. Perhaps because her description of the future was too naïve, too innocent, and too adorable, the grader couldn’t help but give her a few extra points, allowing her overall Chinese score to be passable.

The Politics and History teachers were practically smiling from ear to ear. Even though Yinyin didn’t have student registration, this exam was still recorded under Class Ten. When they went out, they could say she was their student. Teaching an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old top student was nothing special—guiding a three-year-old little genius, now that was real skill!

As a three-year-old little dumpling, she crushed a whole bunch of underachievers and became Class Ten’s top scorer. The underachievers felt like they’d eaten shit.

Now whenever they went out to play after class, students from other classes didn’t ask them to play ball anymore—they asked whether they were really so stupid that they couldn’t even beat a three-year-old in exams.

The underachievers snapped back angrily: “Did you beat her? She ranked 49th in the grade—are you within the top 49? If not, shut up!”

“……”

Well, that did it. All the third-year students felt like they’d eaten shit too—utterly depressed. How were they supposed to explain this when they got home?

Say they were completely crushed by a three-year-old kid?

Tsk, too embarrassing!

The most miserable one was the student at the very bottom of Class Ten. His grades had clearly improved—he scored over a hundred this time, whereas before he’d always been under a hundred!

After he got home, he told his parents his score, beaming with pride. Even though he was still last place, his score had improved—shouldn’t his parents give him some kind of reward?

His parents, wearing thick gold chains and big gold rings, sat on the sofa shaking their legs. After looking at their son’s score and seeing that it really was better, they clapped their hands and laughed. “Not bad, you’ve improved!”

Wang Fan’s mom hurriedly asked, “Son, since you did so well this time and your score went up by dozens of points, your ranking should’ve improved too, right? What place did you get?”

Wang Fan hadn’t reacted yet. He was still basking in the sweet feeling of being praised, smiling as he said, “523rd!”

“523? Son, that’s not right. Isn’t your entire third year only 522 students?”

Since their son had long been at the very bottom of the grade—either last or second-to-last—Wang Fan’s parents knew these rankings by heart. They stared wide-eyed and said, “Your score went up by dozens of points, yet your ranking dropped by one? Who’s this extra person? Did your school get a transfer student? It’s already senior year—who would transfer in now?”

One question after another left poor underachiever Wang Fan completely dumbfounded.

His temperament clearly took after his nouveau-riche dad—straightforward and blunt, not the type to lie. Under his parents’ relentless questioning, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, “There wasn’t any transfer student…”

“Then where did that extra person come from, a ghost?”

“Y-yeah…” Wang Fan clenched his teeth. “Our classmate Shen Lian brought a three year old child to school…”

“What?! A three-year-old?”

“Wang Fan, stop right there! You can’t even beat a three-year-old and you’re still acting smug?! Stop right there! If you’ve got the guts, don’t run!”

Wang Fan: “……”

The boy ran even faster…

In Lincity’s upper circles, a new legend began to circulate—and it spread from the Wang family. Wang Fan’s dad started out as a contractor and later transitioned into real estate, handling everything from development to sales in a neat one-stop operation. He’d done it well enough to become a famous nouveau riche in Lincity.

The Wang family didn’t have deep roots, but they had money—lots of it. They lived in a top-tier residential complex developed by their own company: rows of small villas, home to the city’s wealthy and powerful.

Wang Fan’s parents chased him with a feather duster and slippers for two whole streets, circling the entire neighborhood once.

Now, everyone who should know—and even those who shouldn’t—knew. Wang Fan had once again ranked last in his grade. That alone wasn’t the main issue. The key point was that his ranking had dropped by one more place.

So who was the extra person who beat him?

A three-year-old child!

At first, those rich ladies and gentlemen treated it as a joke. Thinking of their own kids also in their senior year at Diya High, they casually asked about it.

And with that one question… all hell broke loose.

They discovered their own kids were also among those being crushed by a three-year-old???

“How did I give birth to such an idiot?! You can’t even beat a three-year-old—did you drop your IQ when you crawled out of your mom’s belly and forget to pick it back up?!”

“What? That three-year-old scored over five hundred points and you only got two hundred? Then you deserve an even harder beating!”

For a while, in Lincity’s upper circles, any family with a child in senior year at Diya High was in turmoil. Whoever needed beating got beaten—lying was useless. The news had already spread everywhere; how could it be fake?

Beat, beat, beat! No questions asked—just a solid thrashing.

The underachievers: “……” How miserable!

They never imagined that after teachers stabbed them in the heart at school, they’d be grabbed by their parents and beaten at home. Their fragile teenage hearts shattered completely.

Too miserable!

What rich second-generation kids had it as rough as them? People said Diya was easy to coast through, but now it seemed worse than an ordinary high school!

At a normal high school, if you failed badly, you’d at most get expelled. These guys had to face domestic violence?!

After getting beaten, the underachievers climbed out of their family cars, limping angrily toward Class Ten.

Enough was enough—today they were going to have a righteous duel with Yinyin!

She had to go dominate kindergarten instead! She couldn’t stay here and keep ruining their lives!

When they reached the door, the classroom was empty—clearly, Yinyin hadn’t arrived yet.

Someone whispered, “Let’s go in first, hide out, and rush her when she arrives to scare her a bit.”

“Wait—if she comes, doesn’t that mean Shen Lian comes too? Wouldn’t he protect her?”

“I-it’s our numbers versus theirs, right? No matter how tough Shen Lian is, he can’t beat numbers. Besides, even Xu Gao and the others have defected.”

Xu Gao stood behind them, silently lowering his head.

Shen Lian pushed open the classroom door with Yinyin in his arms and heard that last line the moment he stepped in.

“Numbers? Defected?”

Boss Shen shot them a sideways glance. “What are you plotting? A rebellion?”

Yinyin hugged her dad’s neck and looked over too. “Uncles and sisters, why do you look so well-behaved?”

“Oh—did you get beaten?”

She puffed out her cheeks, a little angry. “Let Daddy go beat them back for you! Daddy’s amazing!”

Underachievers: “……” Who exactly is the real culprit here?!

Yinyin was destined never to know.

She climbed down from her dad’s arms, dragging her bulging little backpack, and walked over like a tiny bunny hopping into a wolf pack.

She opened her bag and rummaged around with her little hand.

One snack after another was laid out. She handed one to each person, smiling sweetly, her voice soft and sugary. “Grandpa bought these for Yin Yin! Grandpa said it’s a reward for doing well on the exam.”

“Here, uncles and sisters—eat up!”

She tilted her little head up, big round eyes clear and innocent, offering her treasures so earnestly—who could resist that?

Underachievers: “……” Damn it, why do we suddenly not want to chase her away???

This Yinyin must be poisonous… the underachievers thought in despair, biting into the snacks she brought, tears of bitterness welling up as sorrow surged like a raging river in their hearts.

That itchy, helpless feeling—they’d never forget it as long as they lived!

Suddenly remembering something, one underachiever leaned in and asked Yinyin, “Little Yin, you got your exam papers back too, right? Show them to uncle—so I can learn how you take exams.”

“Didn’t you ask who beat us up? We did badly, so our dads beat us. Aren’t we pitiful?”

Hearing that, Yinyin’s heart ached terribly. Without another word, she pulled out several exam papers and held them up. “Look, look—uncle, take them.”

“Uncle, study hard! If there’s anything you don’t understand, Yin Yin can tutor you!”

Underachiever: “……”

The thing homeroom teacher Lin Fang wanted to hide was finally exposed—by Yinyin herself, without the slightest awareness!

Over here, the underachiever carried the stack of papers back to his seat. He just couldn’t understand—she was only three. How did she score this high?!

With that thought, several underachievers gathered together to examine the papers.

As they looked… they gradually raised their heads and stared out the window at the sky. It would’ve been better not to look—because the more they did, the more they doubted their existence.

They didn’t even bother reading carefully anymore. They flipped through all the subject papers, focusing on the multiple-choice and true-or-false questions. After finishing, they slumped over their desks, exchanged numb looks with each other.

Then they turned to glance at Boss Shen’s desk. Yinyin looked utterly innocent, happy like a little glutinous rice dumpling, playing a clapping game with Boss Shen.

“……”