Teacher Wang turned back in surprise and looked at An Shijiu.
Usually, she had acted as if she never wanted to hear anything about An Zhe again—ignoring messages and refusing calls. Yet today, she had actually called out to her?
An Shijiu asked, “Have Li Shuai’s parents arrived? Could you point them out to me?”
Teacher Wang paused for a moment.
What did she mean? Had she finally decided to talk to Li Shuai’s parents?
She pointed toward a woman in the crowd wearing a fur mini skirt.
Her gaze carried a trace of distrust. “We mustn’t blame the victim. An Zhe being bullied by Li Shuai is entirely Li Shuai’s personal issue.”
“As parents, you shouldn’t force your child to apologize just to save face or because of someone’s influence.”
That sentence—“Why doesn’t he bully others? If he doesn’t dare to fight back, he might as well be beaten to death”—had completely destroyed her trust in An Shijiu.
She no longer expected An Shijiu to resolve anything, only that she wouldn’t make things worse.
At worst, starting tomorrow, she would switch shifts with other teachers and personally stand guard at the entrance every day.
An Zhe’s injuries needed to be treated, and it was almost breakfast time.
Teacher Wang hurriedly led him away.
After watching An Zhe enter the kindergarten, An Shijiu fixed her gaze on the elegant woman in the fur mini skirt.
“So people here can dress this revealingly?”
【Whether it’s revealing or not is beside the point. What are you planning to do? I’m warning you—what you did to that abusive man last night would get you arrested immediately if done out here!】
The woman in the fur mini skirt turned and left, completely unaware.
An Shijiu did not answer the system. She quietly followed behind.
【At least avoid the cameras!】
“What are those?”
【Those black things hanging up there—they record everything you do.】
Qian Guifang clicked along in her high heels, growing angrier with each step.
Those teachers had no sense at all—always surrounding her, saying her son bullied other children.
Telling her to discipline him?
Hah. What was there to discipline? Children fighting and playing was perfectly normal!
That child named An Zhe—his mother was an internet celebrity who had hidden the fact that she was married with a child.
Pretending to be a socialite, constantly livestreaming arguments with other influencers—insulting each other back and forth.
Relying on hype for traffic, utterly without limits.
She had heard that the child accidentally appeared on camera during a livestream, which led to the internet being filled with criticism against her.
The most ridiculous part was that some paparazzi claimed the child was born from her and a major celebrity.
What a joke. She had already asked around among other parents.
An Zhe’s father was just a gambling addict who committed domestic violence.
Hah, a family from the very bottom.
Without realizing it, a look of contempt appeared on her face.
Suddenly—her arm was seized.
The grip was like iron, causing intense pain.
In an instant, the world spun.
Bang!
A sharp pain shot through her back.
She had been lifted by the arm and slammed against the wall!
Qian Guifang stared at the unfamiliar woman before her and shrieked, “What are you doing? Who are you?!”
“An Zhe is my son. Tell your son not to bully him anymore.”
An Shijiu spoke without expression, her tone flat and rigid.
Qian Guifang’s panic shifted into realization.
An Zhe’s… mother?
She looked her up and down.
Orange-pink hair, unusually large eyes, staring without emotion.
About 165 cm tall, so thin she almost looked gaunt.
Where did such strength come from?
“No wonder your child has no friends and gets bullied by my Xiao Shuai. Just look at you—you reek of that street attitude.”
“Hmph. I don’t want to talk to low-quality people like you. Touch me again and I’ll call the police.”
An Shijiu’s gaze slowly settled on Qian Guifang’s neck.
The system, now somewhat familiar with her, hurriedly said: 【No! Don’t hit her—talk it out properly!】
The phrase “talk it out properly” had never existed in An Shijiu’s mind.
She scratched the back of her head and looked around.
Thinking she had been intimidated, Qian Guifang rolled her eyes and turned to leave.
“Stop.”
Qian Guifang turned back impatiently.
She saw the woman walking toward her, holding a brick, her eyes completely devoid of warmth.
The system screamed sharply.
【What are you doing?! If the cameras catch you, you’re finished!】
An Shijiu grew irritated by the shouting.
“I avoided them.”
【Avoided them? Avoid—wait… this is actually a blind spot?! How did you suddenly get smarter?】
No—it had been misled by her straightforward thinking and dazed expression.
She was an assassin.
There was no way she was stupid.
Qian Guifang’s hair stood on end as panic set in.
“What are you doing? If you dare hit me, I’ll make sure you go to jail!”
Under her shocked gaze, An Shijiu raised her slender hand high—
And brought it down fiercely.
Crack!
The brick split in two and fell to the ground.
“Ah!” Qian Guifang let out a short scream, then quickly covered her mouth, staring at An Shijiu in terror.
All her previous arrogance had vanished.
An Shijiu rubbed her wrist. “If your son hits my son again, I’ll hit you.”
Her tone was as calm as if she were commenting on cloudy weather.
Qian Guifang hurriedly turned to run, twisting her ankle and limping away.
【You’re impressive.】
An Shijiu’s eyes lit up.
“It’s not hard to split it. As long as you find the right angle and circulate internal energy to your dantian—”
【I’m not learning, thank you.】
A flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes, then suddenly brightened again.
“Then the mission is complete. Let’s go back and order takeout.”
Inside the kindergarten, the children were eating breakfast.
A group of kids surrounded Li Shuai, playing and jostling.
For some reason, Li Shuai, who stood in the middle, suddenly fell to the ground.
A tooth popped out of his mouth, bringing a few drops of blood with it.
He wailed so loudly it seemed the roof might lift.
Teacher Wang rushed over and helped him up.
Concerned, she asked, “Li Shuai, I told your mother to take you to check your cerebellar development. Did she go?”
Why did he always fall for no reason?
With a mouth full of blood, Li Shuai cried loudly, “I d-didn’t f-fall by myself! Someone tripped me, wuaaah!”
Teacher Wang felt a bit helpless. He said that every time.
They were all children—who would silently trip him over and over again like that?
Still, she responsibly checked the surveillance footage.
Just like before, Li Shuai was surrounded by a tight circle of children, layer upon layer, making it impossible to see anything.
Aside from his friends, the closest children were well-behaved ones like Xing Rumei and An Zhe.
Deep down, she believed Li Shuai had an issue with his cerebellum.
She would have to personally speak with his mother and insist on a hospital visit.
An Zhe had already finished eating, yet he still continued, bite by bite, until his plate was completely clean.
Once, when he had been sick and missed two days of school, there had been neither medicine nor food at home.
Since then, no matter how much Teacher Wang gave him, he would finish it all.
Across from him, Xing Rumei’s chubby little hand held a spoon. Her movements slowed, and her head drooped lower and lower.
An Zhe put down his empty bowl, glanced at her, then picked up a small towel to wipe his mouth and hands.
His small body sat upright, but his eyelids lowered, thick lashes covering his dark pupils.
“You saw it, didn’t you?”
His voice was soft, just like his usual tone.
Yet Xing Rumei was startled, nearly jumping up from her chair.
Her eyes widened as she shook her head rapidly.
Her watery eyes tried hard to look innocent.
An Zhe’s thick lashes trembled slightly before lifting, revealing eyes as deep and pure as dark springs.
Xing Rumei’s plump lips pouted as she reluctantly nodded.
Both hands raised, she waved them vigorously.
“I won’t tell anyone! Li Shuai is a bad guy—he deserved it!”
This incident had little effect on An Zhe. He continued attending class and playing games as usual.
The day passed just like that.
School was over.
Teacher Wang came out to see the children off, deliberately glancing at the bustling crowd by the gate.
There was no sign of An Zhe’s mother.
An Zhe’s gaze also swept across the adults.
Then, expressionless, he said goodbye to Teacher Wang and walked by himself toward the small canteen nearby.
Teacher Wang sighed softly and said nothing, continuing to wait for the remaining parents.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket. It was Li Shuai’s mother.
After answering, a flash of surprise crossed her face.
After hanging up, she said to Li Shuai, “Your mother said she’s not feeling well. From now on, a driver will pick you up and drop you off.”
Li Shuai: “Huh?”