"What’s going on—did the ceremony end, or are we already starting class?" Little Loli tilts her small head, puzzled like a sparrow listening; the move melts a row of classmates like spring snow. She doesn’t realize she’s stepped straight into the muzzle, safety off.
"You’re Xiao Qianxue, aren’t you?" The middle‑aged woman, the homeroom teacher, turns her gaze to the doorway. Sparks snap in her eyes like dry twigs; her anger’s at max.
She ignores the class’s cooing like wind over reeds. She primes her mouth‑cannon. "You—" She barely opens her lips when Little Loli, sensing trouble, strikes first. "Since you know, teacher, I’ll head down now." She flicks a glance at the lectern like a quick blade, then walks toward a seat below.
"I—" "By the way, teacher, where’s my seat?" The homeroom teacher tries to speak, and Little Loli cuts her off again like a wave dousing a spark. Two aborted salvos push the teacher to the brink; words churn inside like swallowed cockroaches, bitter and stuck. "Teacher, spit it out already. All this ‘you’ and ‘I’—what do you even mean? You’re a teacher and can’t say it clear. What are you trying to pull?"
Seeing the homeroom teacher stall, Little Loli lets her mouth‑cannon rip; her words rake like a machine gun across the teacher’s pride. She finishes and flashes a wicked little smile—sugar over steel. Watching such a cute loli grin that way is dangerous honey; the whole class drools like koi at feeding time.
Bang! The homeroom teacher hits her limit; a book slams onto the desk like thunder on stone. She points a shaking finger and roars, "Xiao Qianxue, you’re lawless now! First day of school, and you stroll in late. Late is one thing—look at the time! Planning to come and go at will? You arrive and don’t apologize, and you talk back—utterly beyond rules! You don’t even know the dress code. This school isn’t your home or a stage for your young‑lady tantrums. Get to the corner and stand!"
She rants and points, her voice feral, a storm lashing a sapling. "Why should I?" Little Loli lifts her chin like frost on jade. "Who do you think you are?" She’s used to obedience trailing her like shadows; in a past life, even teachers didn’t dare cross Young Master Wu. That temper won’t swallow today’s bile. Her smile turns cold, contempt like winter wind.
"Why? Because I’m your homeroom teacher!" She marches toward Little Loli, fury pounding like drums. She reaches to drag the girl to the stage. But the evolved Little Loli isn’t the softie who got pushed around. "You’d lay hands on someone this cute? Guess you need a lesson." Wu Hao chuckles inside, a blade under silk. The teacher’s hand almost touches her, then jerks to a halt—can’t move an inch. A pale, slender hand pinches her wrist, light as a feather, firm as iron. "Damn, such strength." She reaches with the other hand to grab again.
Smack, smack! Two crisp sounds crack the air like bamboo popping. Everyone stares—the Little Loli flicks her head, and twin ponytails whip like lashes across an old face. She turns her head slightly, palms touching the two tails, and her mouth quirks up. "I offered you face, and you spat on it. You had to make me slap it?"
Nearby classmates freeze like birds flushed by a fox. Wasn’t she a soft girl a moment ago? How’d she turn this fierce?
"You… you… Call your guardian here later!" the homeroom teacher yells, clutching her face, eyes wet with rage. Little Loli doesn’t look back. She walks to the last row and drops into a lone desk, ice settling like moonlight.
"Later, I’ll deal with you," the homeroom teacher mutters inside, hiding the bruise under composure. She returns to the lectern as if nothing happened. "Continuing roll call." It goes on until near the end. "That’s all. Class starts tomorrow morning. Don’t be late—especially certain people." She shoots a venomous glance like a dart at Little Loli’s corner. "Class dismissed." She gathers her things, pins her eyes on Little Loli, and says, "Xiao Qianxue, come to my office later. Bring your guardian." She turns and leaves, heels clicking like hard rain.
Once she’s gone, classmates drift toward Little Loli like moths to a lamp.
"Xiao Qianxue, let’s be friends." A rich boy reaches out a hand. Little Loli doesn’t spare him a look. She pulls out a pink phone like a cherry blossom and calls her dad. "Dad, I’m done. Come get me." She rises, scans the faces like winter washing a field, and leaves without a word. The circle parts into a path like reeds bending for a boat. Watching her back, people murmur:
"So cold. She probably doesn’t talk to anyone."
"Those legs are so slender. If only I could touch—"
"Damn, she ignored me. I’ll make her pay tomorrow." The snubbed rich boy thinks darkly. He whips out his phone. "Hey, A‑Hu? Bring some guys near Yaoguang High tomorrow afternoon. I’ve got business." "No problem, Young Master Ou. We’ll be in touch." A‑Hu’s voice buzzes like a gnat through the speaker. "Heh heh, Xiao Qianxue, tomorrow’s your show," Ou Xiangyang sneers, the grin sharp as a hook.
Outside the gate, Little Loli spots a familiar Mercedes gleaming like a black fish, and her so‑called dad in sunglasses. She runs and leaps into his arms like a koala to a trunk, rubbing her cheek against his chest, voice soft as milk. "Dad, I missed you so much." "I missed you too, precious." He strokes her head, fingers gentle as rain. He settles her into the car, slips to the driver’s seat, and they head home like swallows returning.
Meanwhile, in the office, the homeroom teacher listens to reports and nearly beats the desk to splinters. "Damn you, Xiao Qianxue! Aaah!" She throws her head back and howls, fury spiraling like smoke into the ceiling.
