Led by Sun Pingping, several girls pointed at Xiao Nanchu and whispered among themselves.
Teacher Yao stood at the podium, allowing the students to criticize Xiao Nanchu without intervening.
Seeing her inaction, Xiao Nanchu refused to tolerate it and deliberately put her in an awkward position.
“Teacher, since you can’t tolerate me, I’ll go find the principal and transfer to another class!”
After saying that, Xiao Nanchu turned and walked toward the door.
Teacher Yao was startled and quickly reached out to grab her.
If this matter reached the principal, she would definitely lose her chance at being named an outstanding teacher this year.
Such a young child, yet so calculating. Most children would only cry when wronged, let alone go to the principal.
She had only intended to give Xiao Nanchu a warning—to let the whole class know she disliked her. That way, the other students would look down on her and bully her.
She never expected to encounter someone so tough.
In her haste, Teacher Yao forgot she was wearing high heels.
As she grabbed Xiao Nanchu’s backpack and pulled her around, she twisted her ankle, her legs buckled, and she fell to her knees in front of Xiao Nanchu.
Xiao Nanchu stood with her hands in her pockets, a sly glint in her eyes, and said timidly, “Teacher, if you don’t want me in your class, I’ll leave. There’s no need to kneel like this—I can’t accept such a big gesture. I’ll just go.”
She brushed off Teacher Yao’s hand from her backpack strap and stepped back a few paces, looking frightened.
“You—”
Teacher Yao’s face flushed red with anger at the humiliation.
“Who said you’re not allowed in this class? Go sit next to Yuan Qu right now!”
Xiao Nanchu softly replied, “Oh,” and swaggered over.
After getting up, Teacher Yao stared at Xiao Nanchu’s back, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes.
This wretched child had made her lose face in public?
Fine. As long as Xiao Nanchu remained in her class, she would have plenty of opportunities to make things difficult for her.
“Teacher, are you okay?”
Sun Pingping and Huang Jiaojiao looked at Teacher Yao with concern.
“I’m fine. I just slipped. Let’s begin class.”
She dusted off her skirt, a trace of malice flickering in her eyes.
“Xiao Nanchu, we’re already on Lesson Five. If you want to keep up, stay after school. I’ll tutor you starting from Lesson One. Do you understand?”
Xiao Nanchu stood up, looking confused. “Teacher, I haven’t even received my textbooks yet.”
Teacher Yao: “…”
“Use your deskmate’s book for now. Come to my office after school—I’ll give you yours.”
After the first class ended and Teacher Yao left, Sun Pingping and Huang Jiaojiao walked up to Xiao Nanchu’s desk.
“Your dad lives off a woman and even brings you along—shameless.”
“And you still have the nerve to come to school! None of us will play with you.”
The two of them spoke in turns, their eyes full of malice.
“Classmates, a wild child from the countryside like her doesn’t deserve to study in the same classroom as us.”
As Sun Pingping spoke, she grabbed Xiao Nanchu’s new pencil case from the desk and threw it to the ground.
With a loud “snap,” everything inside spilled out and scattered everywhere.
Xiao Nanchu grabbed Sun Pingping by the hair and pointed at the floor. “Pick it up.”
Sun Pingping struggled and cursed, “I won’t! Let go of me, you little bastard!”
Huang Jiaojiao froze, not expecting Xiao Nanchu to actually fight back.
“Let her go! Do you know who she is? Teacher Yao is her mother!”
Xiao Nanchu sneered. “No wonder they’re exactly the same.”
She tightened her grip on Sun Pingping’s hair.
Sun Pingping felt like her scalp was about to be torn off and burst into tears. “Let go! If you don’t, I’ll have my mom kick you out of school!”
Xiao Nanchu said calmly, “I’d love to see her try. But before that, if you don’t pick up my things, I’ll make you bald.”
Terrified, Sun Pingping cried and begged, “I—I’ll pick them up! Let go!”
Xiao Nanchu let go with a cold laugh.
A flash of smugness appeared in Sun Pingping’s eyes as she tried to run.
Xiao Nanchu grabbed her collar and pulled her back.
“This is your last chance. If you don’t pick them up now, I’ll make you crawl on the ground to do it.”
Huang Jiaojiao pointed at Xiao Nanchu, stammering, “Y-you’re bullying people!”
“Aren’t you close with her? Then come help her pick them up.”
Fear flashed in Huang Jiaojiao’s eyes as she hurried back to her seat.
Sun Pingping hadn’t expected to be abandoned. Crying, she begged Xiao Nanchu for another chance.
Xiao Nanchu released her again.
This time, Sun Pingping didn’t dare run. She obediently picked up the items while wiping her tears.
“Xiao Nanchu, the pencil case is dented, and there’s a crack here.”
The chubby Yuan Qu pointed at it angrily, as if it were his own.
“I just bought this. Sun Pingping, either you replace it with a new one or compensate me.”
Xiao Nanchu dumped everything out of the case and shoved the empty one into Sun Pingping’s hands.
“What’s going on here?”
Teacher Yao had returned at some point. Seeing her daughter in tears, she shouted angrily and strode over.
Huang Jiaojiao immediately exaggerated the situation.
“Teacher Yao, a bad student like Xiao Nanchu should be expelled!”
“Mom, she bullied me and even tried to pull my hair out. You have to stand up for me!”
Sun Pingping cried pitifully.
Teacher Yao pointed at Xiao Nanchu, her eyes blazing. “On your first day of school, you already dare to hit someone. I can’t teach a student like you. Come with me to the principal’s office right now.”
Xiao Nanchu pointed at the damaged pencil case. “Before we go, compensate me for this.”
Teacher Yao scoffed and pulled out several large bills. “How much? I’ll pay you.”
Yuan Qu quickly said, “This is an imported item from the Friendship Store. It costs at least 120 yuan!”
“What?”
The entire class was stunned.
The largest amount of money they had ever seen was ten yuan.
Even if their families were willing to buy a pencil case, it would cost just over one yuan.
A pencil case worth over a hundred yuan was unimaginable.
Teacher Yao’s hand trembled slightly, her face turning pale. “Yuan Qu, are you sure? You’re not lying to the teacher, are you?”
Xiao Nanchu also looked at him, surprised. Even she didn’t know the price.
Another girl with a high ponytail—the one who had earlier pointed out the broken desk leg—stood up again.
“My mom works at the Friendship Store. I’ve seen the same one. It’s priced at 128 yuan.”