The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The piercing cries were like an air raid siren, instantly penetrating every inch of the kindergarten air.

Chen Zhi felt a sharp pain in his eardrums.

He picked at his ear expressionlessly, then casually closed the "Early Childhood Math Olympiad Primer" that Zhao Xiaolong had left on the table and tossed it back to the other person's seat.

The world is finally half quieter.

"Big brother! Teach me what you were saying earlier... what you were babbling about!"

Li Zihan, with two snot bubbles about to fall off her nose, came over with an admiring look on her face.

The way this kid looks right now is just like a lapdog that's just seen a bone.

Chen Zhi leaned back in disgust, avoiding the two blobs of biological weapons that could be launched at any moment.

That's English.

"What kind of language is English? Is it more advanced than Ultraman's language?"

Li Zihan blinked, her face full of curiosity.

"It's more useful than that; at least it will allow you to work abroad without having to use hand gestures."

Chen Zhi made up a story on the spot, his gaze passing over Li Zihan and landing on the teacher who was peeking in from the doorway.

The young female teacher, Wang Yue, was in a daze as her worldview was being restructured.

She was just around the corner in the hallway.

That pure London accent, so perfect that even she, who had passed the CET-4, felt ashamed of herself, really came from the mouth of this three-year-old child.

Has early childhood education become this chaotic?

Before Wang Yue could even sort out her thoughts, a small, pink hand offered a peeled White Rabbit milk candy to Chen Zhi's lips.

"Chen Zhi, have some candy!"

Lin Wanwan smiled, her eyes crinkling, her dimples filled with sweet, ingratiating smiles.

She didn't understand anything about English; all she knew was that Chen Zhi had just made that annoying Zhao Xiaolong cry.

That was so satisfying!

Chen Zhi looked down at the milk candy with a few fingerprints on it, hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then opened his mouth and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness melts on the tip of the tongue.

Fine, for the sake of the candy, I'll let bygones be bygones for those little brats waking him up from his nap.

"Everyone, go back to your seats! School's about to end!"

Wang Yue finally came to her senses, clapped her hands, and walked into the classroom, trying to restore the already broken order.

Although I had a million questions in my mind, it was rush hour after school, and getting these kids safely back to their parents was the top priority.

The large iron gate at the entrance of the kindergarten slowly opened.

The long-awaited army of parents poured in like a zombie apocalypse.

"Oh, my dear grandson!"

"Did you eat your meals well today, baby?"

"Tell Mom if anyone bullies you!"

The cacophony of voices instantly drowned out the entire playground.

Chen Zhi, carrying his little schoolbag, strolled leisurely among the crowd.

He just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

"Chen Zhi!"

A familiar call pierced through the crowd.

Chen Zhi sighed and resignedly stopped walking.

Not far away, Zhang Guifang was squeezing past two large grandmothers and waving in this direction.

She was still wearing her bank uniform today, her white shirt slightly wrinkled, clearly indicating she had rushed over right after get off work.

"mom."

Chen Zhi walked over and called out obediently.

Zhang Guifang scooped up her son and kissed him hard on the cheek, so hard that Chen Zhi wondered if his cheek was being sucked away.

"My son is such a good boy! Did you listen to your teacher at school today? Did any of the other children bully you?"

This is the standard opening line of a Chinese parent.

Chen Zhigang was about to give a perfunctory reply like "It's fine" or "Nothing," when a familiar figure suddenly rushed over from the side.

"Mom! It was him! He's the one who insulted me!"

Zhao Xiaolong was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face. He was holding tightly to a fat woman with a leopard-print bodysuit and big wavy hair with one hand, while pointing directly at Chen Zhi with the other.

The fat woman wore a gold chain as thick as a finger around her neck and three gold bracelets on her wrists, which jingled as she walked, exuding an aura of "I'm rich but not to be trifled with."

This must be Zhao Xiaolong's mother.

Mrs. Zhao looked in the direction her son was pointing, her beady eyes widened, and the fat on her face twitched three times.

"So you're the one who bullied my son, you little brat?"

She had a very loud voice, and when she shouted it out, the previously noisy crowd around her instantly fell silent.

Eating melons is human nature, and even parents picking up their children are no exception.

The smile on Zhang Guifang's face vanished instantly.

Although she usually likes to show off her cleverness, when it comes to protecting her children, she's an absolute tigress.

"Hey lady, how dare you talk like that? Who's the brat? Watch your mouth!"

Zhang Guifang pulled Chen Zhi behind her, put her hands on her hips, and showed no sign of weakness.

"So what if I cursed!"

Mrs. Zhao was spitting as she pointed at Zhao Xiaolong, who was still sobbing.

"Look how wronged my son is! He's so young and already bullying his classmates, what will he be like when he grows up?!"

"You think you can just bully me like that? Everything needs evidence!"

Zhang Guifang sneered and looked Zhao Xiaolong, who was twice the size of her son, up and down.

"With your son's physique, do you think my son could bully him? He'd be lucky if he didn't crush my son to death!"

A few suppressed chuckles came from the surrounding area.

Indeed, given Zhao Xiaolong's size, it's hard to believe that he was bullied by the frail Chen Zhi.

Mrs. Zhao, feeling embarrassed and angry, shoved Ms. Wang Yue, who was standing next to her.

"Teacher Wang! You're right here! Tell me! Did this kid bully my Xiaolong?!"

Wang Yue was caught between two powder kegs, and she was sweating profusely.

Being a kindergarten teacher is a high-risk profession these days.

"Um... Zhao Zilong's mother, it's actually all a misunderstanding..."

"What misunderstanding! Xiao Long already said that this kid cursed at him in gibberish! And it was really awful!"

Mrs. Zhao persisted relentlessly, her face trembling with anger.

"Bird language?"

Zhang Guifang paused for a moment, then turned to look at her son.

Chen Zhi stood there innocently, blinking his big eyes, looking completely harmless.

"Stop spouting nonsense! My son can't even recognize all the pinyin, let alone speak gibberish? Why don't you just say he can fly!"

Zhang Guifang thought this was simply a fantasy.

How could she not know her own son's level? Every day when he comes home, all he does is watch TV and sleep; his favorite thing to do is to daydream.

"He swore! He said a whole bunch of things! Everyone heard it!"

Seeing his mother's support, Zhao Xiaolong regained his confidence and jumped up and down, shouting.

"Yes! I heard it too!"

A small, thin figure emerged from the crowd; it was Li Zihan.

Zhang Guifang's heart skipped a beat.

Has this kid really gotten into trouble?

Li Zihan puffed out her chest and said loudly, "Big brother, that's English! It's a foreign language! It's not swearing!"

"Big brother?"

Zhang Guifang's lips twitched slightly.

How did this end up being called a "jianghu" (江湖, a term referring to the martial arts world) name?

Mrs. Zhao seized on this as leverage, pointing her finger at Chen Zhi's nose: "Listen to this! Listen to this! At such a young age, you're already learning bad habits and even forming a gang! If you don't give me an explanation today, this isn't over!"

She took a step forward, and her massive body pressed down on her like a mountain of flesh.

Zhang Guifang subconsciously took a half step back, but quickly stepped forward again.

"What do you want to do? Are you going to hit me?"

The situation was about to spiral out of control and escalate into a full-blown brawl between adults.

A slightly cool little hand suddenly grasped Zhang Guifang's wrist.

Chen Zhi walked out from behind his mother.

He straightened his slightly askew collar, looked up at the angry woman in front of him, his eyes calm.

"Auntie, I think you've misunderstood."

The child's innocent voice clearly pierced through the noisy air.

Chen Zhi showed no fear whatsoever.

Mrs. Zhao was taken aback by this composure beyond her years.

"Misunderstanding my foot! Xiaolong said you called him stupid!"

I didn't call him stupid.

Chen Zhi shook his head, his tone sincere, "I was just discussing with him the necessary connection between intellectual development and genetic inheritance."

The entire room fell silent.

I recognize each word individually, so why can't I understand it when they're put together?

Mrs. Zhao opened her mouth wide, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Huh...what is that?"

Chen Zhi sighed, seemingly regretting the other party's lack of understanding.

He used a more colloquial and understandable way of putting it.

"Zhao Xiaolong wanted to test my math, and I answered correctly. Then he tested my English, and I answered correctly too. Then he cried. I think this is a normal psychological defense mechanism when facing setbacks, not that I was being bullied."

This statement is logically clear, well-organized, and uses precise language.

Most importantly, this was said by a three-year-old child.

The surrounding parents were stunned.

Are these really children from a small class?

Compared to others, my silly little boy who's still playing in the mud looks like a monkey that hasn't fully evolved.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Xiaolong's face flushed red. "You just said a whole bunch of things I couldn't understand!"

"That's practicing spoken conversation."

Chen Zhi remained calm and composed, saying, "You were the one who asked me 'How are you' first, weren't you?"

Zhao Xiaolong nodded blankly.

"Then I'll answer you. Is there a problem?"

"But...but you didn't say 'I'm fine'!"

"Who says you can only answer 'I'm fine'?"

Chen Zhi countered sharply, "The charm of language lies in its diversity. I was simply expressing my state in a more sophisticated way; is that wrong?"

Zhao Xiaolong was completely confused.

His brain capacity is currently completely incapable of processing such complex information.

It seems... to make sense?

Although Mrs. Zhao didn't quite understand, her intuition told her that her son was being outmaneuvered intellectually.

Moreover, they were completely and utterly crushed.

This is even more painful than being beaten up.

"Stop spouting this nonsense!"

Mrs. Zhao, enraged and embarrassed, began to argue unreasonably, "Anyway, you made my son cry, so you're wrong! You have to apologize!"

"Why should I apologize?"

A cool, clear female voice interrupted from the side.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

Lin Wanwan walked over, holding the hand of an elegant woman.

Lin Jing is very gentle with her family, but she doesn't have the same good temper with outsiders.

She walked to Chen Zhi's side, reached out and gently touched Chen Zhi's head, but her gaze toward Mrs. Zhao carried a hint of coldness.

"Wanwan told me everything that happened in the classroom just now."

Lin Jing's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Your son provoked you first, and when he was outmatched, he threw a tantrum. Is this the kind of education that promotes 'whoever is weaker is right'?"

"Mrs. Lin...?"

Mrs. Zhao's arrogance instantly diminished.

Her husband's company undertakes projects under the Lin family group. She is a true heiress, and she wouldn't dare offend her even if she had ten times the courage.

"It's perfectly normal for children to play rough.

Lin Jing glanced at Zhao Xiaolong, "But if the parents come to question us without even knowing the facts, it's not just the child who will lose face."

Mrs. Zhao's face flushed red and then turned pale, a sight to behold, as if she had been dyed in a dye shop.

She glared at Zhao Xiaolong, who was still sobbing, and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Stop crying! All you do is cry! Go home!"

After saying that, she dragged her son and slunk into the crowd, forgetting even to take the limited edition Transformer.

The farce ended dramatically just like that.

Zhang Guifang was still a little taken aback.

That's how you win?

She looked down at her son, her eyes becoming strange.

"Son, when did you learn those words? What defense mechanisms, what genetic inheritance?"

Chen Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

I think I overdid it just now in an attempt to finish the fight quickly.

He immediately put on an innocent expression and pointed to the large television screen not far away.

"I learned it from TV! 'Approaching Science'!"

Zhang Guifang was skeptical.

Are science programs these days really that hardcore?

"Auntie, Zhizhi is so amazing!"

Lin Wanwan let go of her mother's hand, ran to Chen Zhi, her eyes shining, "His English just now was even more standard than the foreigners on TV!"

Lin Jing also looked at Chen Zhi with great interest.

"Zhizhi, come visit Auntie's house more often when you have time. Wanwan talks about you every day."

Lin Jing smiled and extended the invitation.

"Great! I have lots of new toys!"

Lin Wanwan clapped her hands excitedly.

Chen Zhi rolled his eyes inwardly.

Going to your house to play? That's more like going to be someone's companion.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely go when I have time."

Everyone was stunned by these words.

How could a little kid like you, who's just started kindergarten, not have time?

"Let's go, let's go home, Mom will make you braised pork!"

Zhang Guifang was in a great mood, picked up Chen Zhi and walked out.

Leaning on his mother's shoulder, Chen Zhi watched the kindergarten gate recede into the distance and let out a long breath.

This day was even more tiring than when he worked overtime at the company.

Moreover, he had a premonition that today's calm was only temporary.

While Zhao Xiaolong is not a threat, his mother, who doesn't seem very bright, is definitely a troublemaker.

Chen Zhi rubbed his temples.

Looks like I'll have to be more low-key from now on.

Just then, a black Volkswagen slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The car window rolled down, revealing the face of a slightly tired middle-aged man.

"Wife! Son! Get in the car!"

He is Chen Zhi's father, Chen Jun.

Zhang Guifang carried Chen Zhi into the back seat, and as soon as the car door closed, she couldn't wait to share today's achievements.

"Old Chen! You have no idea how satisfying that was! Our son today..."

Chen Zhi buried his head in the back of the seat, trying to block out his mother's exaggerated description.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the car window, casting a long shadow of the small figure.

"By the way, son, can you recite Tang poems?" Chen Jun suddenly asked.

Chen Zhi casually replied, "Goose, goose, goose, its neck arched towards the sky, singing..."