Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Lin Simei leaned close to her ear and said in what she thought was a very soft voice, "You don't want your dad to think you're a bad kid who likes to fight, do you?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing most of Tongtong's anger.

She thought for a moment, then obediently sat up straight, but still glared fiercely at Lu Hao with her big, dark eyes, uttering a "tough tactic": "Hmph! I'll let you off this time! My dad is a hundred times more handsome than your dad! No, ten thousand times more!"

Seeing that she didn't make a move, Lu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, but he still retorted defiantly, "Hmph! Anyone can brag! If you're so capable, have your dad pick you up after school! Don't just send your mom again."

Lin Simei looked at the two who had temporarily calmed down their "battle" and secretly wiped away non-existent sweat.

Her best friend is great in every way, except for her temper... she's a bit like a little firecracker, too easily angered.

The two girls reunited with Hao Hao from the front, and Tongtong started talking about "my dad" all the time, which completely piqued Lin Simei's curiosity, and the three of them chatted enthusiastically.

They were completely unaware that their new homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin Yu, had already locked her gaze on them like a searchlight.

"He, Huan, Tong!" Lin Yu called out, her voice filled with suppressed anger.

Tongtong was talking about how her dad was coming to pick her up in his cat-themed car when she was interrupted. She looked up, a little annoyed, and asked, "What's wrong, Teacher Lin?"

"The teacher is calling on you to answer a question!" Lin Simei, who was next to her, quickly nudged her with her elbow and whispered a reminder.

Tongtong looked bewildered, then said matter-of-factly, "Teacher, I didn't raise my hand. Why are you calling me?"

Lin Yu was taken aback by her question, took a deep breath, and tried her best to maintain the teacher's authority: "He Huantong! Don't you know that this is class? Please keep quiet with Hao Hao! Don't let this happen again!"

As soon as she finished speaking, another chubby-faced little boy stood up and said earnestly, "Teacher, you look like a big rooster that keeps crowing 'cock-a-doodle-doo'!"

Lin Yu's forehead vein throbbed: "...Don't speak!"

Another little girl with pigtails raised her hand and commented in a childish voice, "Teacher, I think you're being a bit impolite. You told He Huantong and Hao Hao to be quiet, but you kept talking."

Looking at the innocent yet "deadly" little faces below the stage, Lin Yu felt like she was about to suffocate.

She had just graduated from teachers' college, full of educational ideals, but she never expected that her first job would involve encountering this group of "demon children" who seemed to have stepped out of a funny Douyin video.

"Class is about the teacher talking, and the children should listen attentively, understand?" she tried to reason with them.

Why?

Why can only the teacher lecture?

"I'd like to speak too..."

A chorus of childish yet strangely logical "Why?" erupted from the audience, like a piercing, distorted voice.

Lin Yu felt she needed a nitroglycerin pill. She silently pinched her philtrum and frantically chanted in her mind: "They're all children, all angels. I'm a teacher, I can't be irritable. Safety first, safety first..."

When the bell finally rang, sounding like heavenly music, Lin Yu almost cried tears of joy.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she was a second wife...

......

When art class started, the classroom was indeed much "quieter".

Why?

Because those few most lively little ones, including Tongtong and Luhao, were standing in a row in the corridor outside the classroom, "reflecting".

After much painful reflection, Lin Yu decided that she still needed to establish the authority of a teacher.

The little ones stood dejectedly against the wall, realizing they seemed to have gotten into trouble.

Just then, Li Xin, the young and beautiful art teacher, walked over carrying her art supplies. Seeing the dejected little ones, she couldn't help but chuckle and squatted down: "Oh, what's wrong with our little artists? Are you having an exhibition at the entrance?"

Upon seeing that it was Ms. Li, who was usually the gentlest teacher, the children immediately began to "accuse" her at once:

"Teacher Lin is so fierce!"

"We just talked, and she made us stand as punishment!"

"Teacher Li, are we bad kids?"

Listening to their childish complaints, Li Xin imagined her best friend Lin Yu going crazy and couldn't help but burst out laughing, laughing so hard she was shaking.

She took out some small red flower stickers she had prepared from her pocket and stuck two on each child's forehead and the back of their hand, gently encouraging them, "Standing so straight is also a sign of discipline! These are rewards for your good posture! Great job!"

"Thank you, Teacher Li!"

"Teacher Li is the best!"

The little face, which had just been clouded with worry, instantly brightened up with a radiant smile, like a group of little sunflowers basking in the sunshine.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Mo Ye was intently putting on the last cat whisker sticker for his little electric scooter.

A "Dreamy Cat Car" full of childlike fun and love is about to make its dazzling debut to welcome its little princess.

.......

The art classroom at Alice International Kindergarten is filled with the smell of watercolor pens and acrylic paints.

Teacher Li Xin was moving among the children's little drawing tables, patiently providing guidance.

"Look, the bunny's ears need to be drawn long, like this..."

She demonstrated softly, and even though most of the children in the audience were engaged in imaginative "abstract creations," she maintained a bright smile and plenty of patience.

Just then, a little boy named Lu Zixuan stood up abruptly, and He Huantong followed suit, pushing aside her small chair and standing up as well.

Hearing the voice, Li Xin turned her head and looked at the two little ones who clearly had "ulterior motives," and asked gently, "Zixuan, Tongtong, where are you going?"

Lu Zixuan's face was cool, and he said succinctly, "Teacher, you're too noisy, I need to go for a walk." His tone was just like a miniature version of a domineering CEO.

Li Xin's eyes widened instantly, and she pointed at herself with an incredulous index finger: "I... was too noisy?"

Lu Zixuan nodded expressionlessly, then took his short legs and headed for the door.

Li Xin felt that her teaching career had suffered a major setback, so she quickly stepped forward and gently pulled him back.

She took a deep breath and turned to the other "mastermind": "And what about Tongtong? What's your reason?"

Tongtong tilted her chubby little face up and said in a clear voice, "It's lunchtime! Tongtong is hungry! Teacher, you can continue your story. Tongtong is going to eat now!" As she spoke, she patted her little tummy like a little adult.

A row of question marks seemed to appear above Li Xin's head. She was both amused and exasperated: "Tongtong, get out of class isn't over yet. You have to wait for the bell to ring before you can go eat."

"No way!" Tongtong pouted. "My dad said that if you can concentrate on reading, then you can read; if you can't, then you have to eat your food! Mom paid for it!" Her logic was so clear that Li Xin was speechless for a moment.

Li Xin felt that she also needed quick-acting heart medicine.