Just as the Little Loli stood in the wind nursing her dashed hopes like a lone leaf in a crossbreeze, a big Benz popped open and her so-called dad climbed out, waving like a flag in sun and yelling, “Xiaoxue, what are you doing? You don’t even recognize your own car? Hurry up, we’re late!”
“Oh—sorry, Dad!” The Little Loli dove into the car, flashed a wink, and stuck out her pink tongue like a mischievous cherry petal. Her so-called dad slapped his forehead, then turned back and hit the gas; the car leapt forward with a vroom, like a horse startled from shade. The Little Loli’s eyes swept the cabin, skimming every corner like dragonflies over water.
A touch of disdain rose first, then thought followed. The car’s passable. At least it doesn’t make me not want to sit in it. Young Master Wu brooded like a prince in cloud-shadow. Back then it was Rolls or Lamborghini when he went out; Mercedes was a road he rarely walked. If his old man heard that, he’d faint right into the leather—this Benz isn’t great, but it’s not a heap either. “Hey, the backpack’s here. Let’s see what’s inside.” The Little Loli’s pale-soft fingers unzipped the black bag. Inside: a notice, a notebook, and a pen, neat as a sparrow’s nest.
The notice read: Student Xiao Qianxue, please arrive by eight o’clock on xx date to Yaohua Private High School. Our school will hold the opening registration ceremony then. Please be on time. The words were cold as frost. A thought pricked her, so she turned and asked her so-called dad, “Dad, where’s my phone?” He fished out a pink-cased iPhone 5s from his leather bag and tossed it to the back seat like a tossed peach. “Knew you’d forget, you silly girl. Already got it ready.”
The Little Loli pressed the home button; the screen bloomed like a lantern at dusk. On it, a cute blonde loli made a scissors pose beside her cheeks, eyes squinted, head tilted, tongue peeking like a petal. “Slurp slurp,” the picture practically sang. Young Master Wu’s composure wavered like a curtain in wind. Too cute, too cute—ah, I can’t take it. She covered her face with both hands and shook her head, playful as a kitten; her golden twin-tails, long to her waist, swayed like willow ribbons.
But the Little Loli missed the killing stroke on the screen: a pale clock still ticking forward like cold rain. “N-nevermind—nine thirty?!” Her scream cracked like ice, and she collapsed onto the seat like a felled sapling. “Told you to get up early, you never listen. See where we are now.” Her so-called dad chuckled at the wheel, a sly grin curving like a fox’s tail. The grin ended when her backpack smacked his face and slid down like a falling slate. “Hey! How can you treat your own dad like this?!” he hollered, image forgotten, twisting back like a scolded rooster. The Little Loli didn’t buy it. Her small hands kneaded her black skirt hem like dough; her big golden eyes widened, water gathering like dew on lotus; her twin-tails drooped on her chest like tired willows; her cheeks flushed ripe as apples.
“Uu-uu… Daddy’s so mean…” The Little Loli’s sobs rose, thin as a reed in rain. Panic flashed first, then action followed. Her so-called dad threw a drifting turn, parked by the roadside like dropping anchor, and scrambled to the back to scoop her petite body into his arms. “Don’t cry, Xiaoxue, don’t cry. It’s Dad’s fault. Dad shouldn’t have scolded you.” He apologized in a rush, words tumbling like beads. Who wants to see such a cute daughter cry? “Then I’ll forgive you,” the Little Loli declared with queenly pride, lip curling into the same wicked angle as his—father and daughter, one mirror, one moon.
“Alright, enough. Let’s move. If we hurry, we might catch the tail end.” He glanced at his watch and slid back to the driver’s seat, voice steady as a metronome. “Got it…” The Little Loli stuck out her tongue again, playful as sunlight on water. A warm smugness rose first in Young Master Wu, then the thought landed: Since when did my moe game get this strong? Unbelievable. Better finish the notice. She lifted it again, eyes skimming like swallows.
Dress code: uniform neat; no stockings, etc. A bead of sweat slid in her mind like a raindrop. No stockings? What kind of rule is that… She stared at the pale notice and grumbled in her heart, her tone salty as sea breeze. “Oh, Dad, which class am I in?” she asked suddenly. “Uh, looks like Class One. If I’m remembering right,” her so-called dad said, all straight face like a seal on paper.
The car stopped. Reflex first, gaze next. She looked out to see a huge school gate to the side, its sign reading Yaoguang High School, bold as sunrise. “Xiaoxue, we’re here. Go on. Call Dad at dismissal,” he urged from the front, voice tapping like a stick on stone. “Got it, I’m not a kid.” The Little Loli pouted, then swished her golden twin-tails like banners and slipped into the campus.
Class One, a certain school. A stern middle-aged woman stood on the podium, posture stiff as a pine, voice clear as a bell. “Our school is the city’s top elite private academy. Many of you paid your way in; that’s no secret. Let’s speak under an open sky. Most of you are children of wealthy families. No matter how wild you are at home, here even a dragon must coil, even a tiger must crawl. Any disruption will be dealt with harshly—between classes as well, especially tardiness or leaving early.”
She kept going, face set like stone. The room was quiet as snow. She nodded, satisfied, and began roll call. “Huang Yifan.” Here. “Qian Jinhua.” Here. “Wu Tiantian.” Here… “Xiao Qianxue. Xiao Qianxue. Where is she?” She set the sheet down with a soft thud and swept her gaze across the room, eyes like knives. No hands. No voice. “Late on the first day. Outrageous. Probably another pampered young miss. When she comes back, she’ll learn some color.” Her voice cracked like a whip.
Right then, the door eased open with a hush like paper. A petite blonde twin-tailed loli slipped in, quiet as a cat. The Little Loli wore a black-and-white uniform; black pantyhose hugged her slim legs like silk ink; her chest was a shy budding, just right for her frame. Her white-soft arms folded nervously at her belly. Her big golden eyes opened wide with curiosity, like stars cut in amber. A hint of blush bloomed on her flawless face like peach at dawn. For a heartbeat, the classroom went still as a held breath. Then whispers spilled like a creek after thaw:
“So pretty—a loli, in our class!”
“Too cute. I can’t hold it!”
“I’m so asking her out!” a pampered boy blurted, and the nearby princelings pounced on him like sparrows on bread.
The Little Loli spoke, her voice sweet and soft as spring water. “Hello, everyone. I’m Xiao Qianxue…”
