Chapter 165: My Childhood Sweetheart Couldn't Possibly Be a Fool! (1)

Bai Yao was terribly depressed—not merely a little down, but utterly, spectacularly miserable.

She was sitting in the car, listening to her father, who was driving, endlessly lecture her about restraining her young-lady temper at her new school and getting along properly with her new classmates.

Today was the day she was going to school.

Transferring schools was hardly unusual. The problem was that she was transferring into the third grade of elementary school.

Yes. She was now a short-armed, short-legged little third grader.

What gave Bai Yao a headache was that the unreliable system that had gone offline had actually turned her into an elementary school student!

An elementary school student! In the future, she would still have to go through the middle-school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. More importantly, how was she supposed to win over her destined boyfriend while trapped in the body of a little girl?

No normal person could possibly have romantic feelings for a young child!

Bai Yao clutched her head in despair and let out a deep sigh.

When they arrived at the new school, a young female teacher was waiting by the gate to receive her.

The teacher’s surname was Zhao, and she was the homeroom teacher of Class One. Looking at Bai Yao, dressed as prettily as a porcelain doll, Teacher Zhao alternated between thinking the child was adorable and feeling a headache coming on.

She had heard that the girl came from a wealthy family and had a rather bad temper. Teacher Zhao herself had not been working for long, and she was afraid she would be unable to control the child.

It was recess, and a whole pack of little brats were either playing in the sand or chasing one another around the playground. Their voices filled every corner of the school, loud enough to make anyone’s head ache.

Schools in small towns were nothing like schools in big cities. Most of the students were still in their completely “natural” state. When they played, they made a truly ear-splitting racket. On her way in, Bai Yao had already seen two first graders standing there with their trousers clutched in their hands, crying pitifully and calling for a teacher.

To be honest, she felt rather sorry for elementary-school homeroom teachers. In addition to teaching, they had to clean up after their students when the children wet themselves. She asked herself honestly whether she could ever do such a job.

Then Bai Yao saw a child rolling around in the sandpit.

He was really rolling around in the sand.

He was a boy who looked about her age, wearing the school uniform: a white shirt and black shorts. He spread his arms and legs wide and rolled dramatically from one side of the sandpit to the other, then rolled all the way back again.

Bai Yao looked up at Teacher Zhao.

Teacher Zhao had clearly noticed the child in the sandpit as well. She raised a hand to press against her twitching temple and took several deep breaths. No one knew what words of encouragement she had given herself before she finally managed to maintain the gentle, respectable appearance of a people’s teacher.

It seemed this child had driven her to the brink more than once.

The boy rolled a few more times, then patted the sand with his hands, apparently quite pleased with its texture. After that, he rolled over again.

“Teacher, aren’t you going to stop him?” Bai Yao asked.

Teacher Zhao did her best to sound gentle. “He’ll come out when he’s finished playing.”

One could only imagine how many times this young teacher had witnessed scenes like this, how many times she had tried—and failed—to persuade him, before she had come up with such a resigned response.

“But…” Bai Yao looked toward the sandpit. “He’s taking off his pants.”

The filthy boy stood at the edge of the sandpit. One hand was already reaching into his waistband to pull out his little bird, while one leg was raised in preparation to “water the grass.” The sight brought a dog lifting its leg to mind.

Teacher Zhao’s gentle expression shattered.

“Qi Ye! You stop right now!”

She rushed over just as the boy was fishing out his little bird. Someone seized him by the collar from behind, lifting his entire body into the air. He swung helplessly, a little sand occasionally falling from him.

As he swayed, he came face-to-face with Bai Yao.

Her gaze naturally drifted downward and landed on the little bird dangling in the air.

Teacher Zhao hurriedly pulled up his pants from behind. The waistband snapped against his hand, making him withdraw it, and the little bird disappeared back inside.

He was so filthy that not a single clean spot remained on his clothes. His hair was a tangled mess, like a bird’s nest, and his tender face was so smeared with dirt that its original color could no longer be seen.

Anyone would have believed he had escaped from a garbage heap.

When he noticed Bai Yao still staring at him, he suddenly bared his teeth at her, adopting the threatening posture of an animal about to bite. A low growl rose from his throat, just like a mad dog preparing to sink its teeth into anyone it saw.

He was warning her not to look at him.

Bai Yao walked two steps forward, then raised her hand and slapped him squarely on the top of the head. The blow was not gentle. Its force made his body sway several times, leaving him stunned.

Even Teacher Zhao was too startled to react.

“I dare you to bark at me, you little flasher!” Bai Yao said.

Qi Ye shrank backward, his round black eyes darting around uneasily.

The new transfer student might have been young, but she had a ferocious temper. Her guiding principle was simple: never suffer a grievance in silence.

As for the fact that Qi Ye clearly seemed abnormal, she did not care in the slightest.

She simply refused to be wronged!

Bai Yao cared deeply about her appearance. Even though she was young now, the things worth caring about still mattered.

She was wearing the same school uniform as the other students—a white shirt and black skort—but her black hair had been braided into two fishtail braids, with wispy strands pinned back by blush-pink barrettes.

With her red lips, pearly teeth, and delicate, beautiful features, she looked, when she held herself arrogantly, much like the proud princess from a fairy-tale picture book.

Qi Ye finally realized that he had been hit. Using all his strength, he tore himself free of the teacher’s grip and charged at Bai Yao on all fours.

Bai Yao fell backward into the sandpit. The impact did not hurt much, but the boy sprawled on top of her had tremendous strength. He seized her braid and yanked it, ruining the carefully arranged plait, then opened his mouth and sank his teeth into her baby-fat cheek.

Bai Yao cried out, slapped his face aside, and then reversed their positions, pinning him beneath her. She drove a fist straight toward his face.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Teacher Zhao hurriedly bent down to pull the two children apart, but both were stubborn beyond belief, each more unwilling to lose than the other. They shoved away the young teacher trying to separate them and resumed fighting in the sandpit—one bite for every punch.

Sand flew everywhere. There had originally been only one little madman rolling around in the pit. Now there were two.

Teacher Zhao was shoved backward and landed hard on the ground. She happened to be wearing white trousers that day. The young teacher, who had already suffered more than enough at the hands of unruly children, finally broke down and began sobbing.

She had only wanted to become a teacher serving the people. What terrible sin had she committed in her previous life to deserve students like these?

And so, from the very first day Bai Yao transferred to Nanhua Town Central School, word spread that she had gotten into a fight with one of the school’s little wild men and even made the teacher cry.

Before long, she had become a legend at the school.