A schoolbag full of bicycle bells was clasped into Ding Yi’s cloth backpack, making the crisp metallic collision sound even clearer, and the sound was as if every bicycle bells was grinning at her.

Song Qiaoxi was dumbstruck, and for a moment her breathing stopped.

Frowning, she recalled that it seemed like yesterday, on the first day of preschool, the original owner had come up with a wicked idea out of the blue.

Both the original owner and the two little followers dislike attending this boring preschool class.

It was such a good summer vacation so wasn’t it nice for the three of them to hide in Wang Junyang’s house and blast on their air conditioner then play with the Little Overlord Learning Machine and watch《Legend of the New White Lady》, wouldn’t that be nice?

There was no air conditioning in the primary school classroom, only a few oscillating fans, which were hot and stuffy, not to mention Chinese Pinyin and multiplication tables were boring and tedious.

Thus, the bored and disgruntled original owner gave instructions to her two little followers.

She told them to unscrew all the bells from the bicycle at the shed attached to the teaching building early the next morning and sell them to the old man who collects straps at the gate of the compound.

She also upholds her justice by using the money from the sale to buy a little snowman and sesame ice cream for everyone to eat together.

The reason for doing this was to give the teacher a warning and let them know that it was not easy to mess with Xiao Duoding, who was about to be in the first grade.

Was her foolish little brain in circuit ah?

Song Qiaoxi’s mind was in a state of confusion at the moment, with Chu Jin’s affairs, not causing trouble in school, bicycle bells, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi’s adoring and expectant gazes…

With these all together, she wished she had two heads instead of one.

Fortunately, she was able to distinguish between her priorities. The most urgent issue at the moment was these bells.

According to her experience as a primary school student for 4 years before she crossed over, if this matter was discovered by the teacher, she would invite her parents to school.

“The teacher is here! Hurry back to your seat!” A chubby little boy rushed into the classroom from the hallway, panting as he ran.

When the children heard this, they ran back to their seats like birds and beasts¹.

(¹ flee in all directions)

Song Qiaoxi followed the sound and looked at the classroom door.

This boy, who was one size older than his peers, was called Jiang Qisheng. She knows him and he was the “sworn enemy” of the original owner of the compound.

Jiang Qisheng is tiger tiger-looking boy and a tiger-like brain, his father was also the vice president of the newspaper company and was the direct supervisor of Father Song.

He usually liked to imitate his father’s leadership style of speech and was the “child king” of the compound.

Most children of the same age or younger in the compound listen to him, except for the “Little Trio” led by the original owner.

Although there was a significant difference in the number of people between the two sides, the “Little Trio” did not suffer much in the compound, but rather Jiang Qisheng and his companions often suffered.

Mainly because the original owner, her small mouth could make black and white, right and wrong with her big white eyes blinking to the adults making the latter confused by her appearance and causing Jiang Qisheng and others to take the blame for the “Little Trio” at every turn.

Jiang Qisheng naturally looked very displeased at her.

Song Qiaoxi turned around and found Jiang Qisheng with heavy steps, charging toward their desks like a small bull.

Quickly standing up from her seat, she grabbed Ding Yi’s backpack and “brushed” it down to zip it up, giving him a wink and telling him not to make any noise.

Then she turned around and grabbed Wang Junyang’s arm with one hand, asking him to sit back.

She immediately sat back down and casually flipped open her language textbook, pretending to read seriously.

Regardless of how smooth these actions were, she was still very uneasy and was praying that Jiang Qisheng would not discover the bells in the school bag.

According to his personality, he would not immediately go to the teacher to tattle on her.

In Song Qiaoxi’s head, she was still burdened with the “big mess” she made on the first day of school by skipping classes, while the other party was the son of her father’s supervisor so she must not cause any more trouble this time again.

A shadow fell from the top of her head, Song Qiaoxi looked up to find Jiang Qisheng standing, with his hand on his waist, staring arrogantly at the snacks spread out in front of Wang Junyang.

He spoke in his adult-like tone. “Hey, Song Qiaoxi, are you and Wang Junyang here to set up a street shop or go to school, ah, but you don’t look like a successful businessman at all! If you have the ability, just leave it like this and wait for the teacher to come and see how she trains you.”

After saying that, his rounded stomach provocatively pushed against Song Qiaoxi’s and Wang Junyang’s desks, shook down a bottle of Yakult, and swaggered back to his seat in the back row to sit down.

The class giggled and laughed seeing this.

Song Qiaoxi saw Wang Junyang clenches his fist in anger as if he wanted to “fight” with Jiang Qisheng.

She hurriedly grabbed him and whispered. “Don’t be provoked by Jiang Qisheng, he just wanted to anger us and then complain to the teacher. There are many of them, if you rush forward and take action, you will suffer a loss.”

Seeing Wang Junyang looking at her blankly, she thought for a moment and added. “We will be primary school students soon. Fighting is too low level, why don’t we…”

She saw Wang Junyang slap his forehead with “I understand you” written all over his face, and replied quickly. “I understand, boss, why don’t we pull out the valve core of Jiang Qisheng’s mother’s bicycle tonight?”

“It’s okay with me, I know his mother’s bike.” Ding Yi leaned his head over and agreed as a cunning smile flashed in his small eyes behind his glasses.

Hearing these remarks, the corner of Song Qiaoxi’s mouth twitched twice awkwardly.

No, why can’t you get along with bicycles?

What did the bicycle do wrong again…

Face with Wang Junyang’s sincere expression, and turned to look at Ding Yi who also look expectant, she couldn’t bear to tell them off.

Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and patiently explained to them, “No, what I mean is, why don’t we try to get our academic performance up and become good kids? Teachers like people who study well, so that the next time we encounter something, the teachers will naturally side with us, Jiang Qisheng and the others have moved childish practices from kindergarten to elementary school, we’re not going to be like him.”

Ding Yi and Wang Junyang were both dumbfounded to hear this.

Wang Junyang turned his head sideways at the same time Ding Yi also turned his head in Wang Junyang’s direction, and the two of them stared at each other but after thinking about it for a while, they both felt that what Song Qiaoxi said was a bit difficult to understand, but also very reasonable.

“Good morning, class.”

Teacher Feng walked in with a pile of notebooks, a friendly smile on her face, and a water glass in her hand.

This was a Chinese language class. Teacher Feng was a young and gentle female teacher, and Song Qiaoxi had a good impression of her, she talked to her classmates and those in the backseat.

Wang Junyang silently took out his Chinese textbook from his backpack and put a snack on the desk compartment.

Ding Yi also put the backpack filled with “stolen goods” back in the desk compartment and opened the brand-new first-grade Chinese language.

Song Qiaoxi was finally relieved to see this.

Taking advantage of the moment when the teacher was regulating class discipline, she recalled the daily class schedule. There were four classes in the morning, and the last class was an activity class, which allowed her to freely move around on the playground.

It’s better to take advantage of that class and take Wang Junyang and Ding Yi to put all the bells back which would be considered ‘returning the good intact to its rightful owner’. As soon as the third class ended, Song Qiaoxi closed the notes that had pinyin written intentionally crooks and took her two little followers to sneak to the bicycle shed in the back yard of the teaching building.

Walking in such a hurry, none of the three noticed that there was an extra shadow behind them.

“Let’s move fast, come on, Wang Junyang, this row is yours, Ding Yi, you screw this row, I’ll screw the last row.”

Song Qiaoxi quickly assigned the task.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were given a task so the three of them quickly entered the focus state. Six small hands put the silver bells back in their original positions.

Ding Yi finished twisting and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Picking up the lost backpack and glancing at it, there were still two left, so he took it out of the bag.

As soon as he looked up, he found someone staring at him in the corner. He was so scared that he lost his grip on the two bells and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

“Teacher ……”

Ding Yi panicked as he picked up the bells on the ground and tucked them into his pants pocket, but unfortunately, the uninvited guests had already seen what they had done.

This move was simply a cover-up.

Wang Junyang heard the commotion and looked up. He was so scared that he sat on the ground, unable to speak.

Stopping the work in her hand, Song Qiaoxi turned around suspiciously, staring wide-eyed at the serious-faced Teacher Feng, the bell in her hand felt so hot that her brain was a little short of oxygen.

This time she’s screwed…

“Teacher, no, it’s none of their business, I’m the one who unscrewed the bells.”

Wang Junyang got up from the ground, with a smile on his face that was even uglier than crying. He trembled and took the initiative to take the matter upon him.

Looking at Wang Junyang in surprise, Song Qiaoxi frowned and realized that she was a little sister with a memory of 10 years old. How could she make the child carry the blame.

Song Qiaoxi pulled him behind her, gritted her teeth, and decided to “confess to leniency”, after all, the last time she took the initiative to admit her mistake, she was not punished.

She hung her head and took a few steps forward, sincerely admitting her mistake, “Teacher Feng I’m sorry, I was the one who led them to do it, but we know it’s wrong, that’s why we came back to put the bells back on.”

After speaking, she slowly raises your head.

Teacher Feng looked at the little dumpling’s big red eyes, and a face of sincerity as the little girl scrambled to admit her mistake, and found her a little cute.

She had just graduated from teacher training for two years and had been taking care of the younger children. She knew that children at that age had just come up from kindergarten and were naughty and hadn’t learned the rules, but it was the first time she had encountered one who had voluntarily admitted to her mistakes and amends for them.

It was still during the summer vacation, and it was not the official start of school, and yet seeing these children have the courage to admit their mistakes and take action to make up for them, was a pretty high level of awareness.

“You three ah, little naughty children, quickly screw back the bells,” Teacher Feng stifled laughter as she kept a straight face, raised her wrist, and glanced at her watch, “Activity class is about to start, get it done quickly go to class. Taking the initiative to admit the mistake is worthy of praise.”

“Yes, thank you, teacher!”

Seeing this, Song Qiao Xi urged Ding Yi to screw back the remaining two, and before leaving, she checked again, the three rows of bicycles were not missing a single bell.

Pulling Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, they bowed to Teacher Feng.

Afterward, the “Little Trio” fled the “scene of the crime” as quickly as possible, and the three children’s faces were filled with the joy of “survival after the disaster”.

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After school at noon, Song Qiaoxi sat on the small bamboo chair on the back of her mom’s bicycle with her schoolbag in her arms.

The way home was not far, about 15 minutes on the bike, but even if her mom picked a shady spot to ride, she could still see that her mom’s back was already drench with sweat.

Song Qiaoxi had the bright idea of pulling out the pinyin book she was given today from her school bag and fanning her mom, but when her mom found out, she laughed at her and scolded her for “trashing the books”.

Even when she was scolded, she just spat out her tongue, and her little hand fanning didn’t stop, she could tell her mom was in a good mood.

Today, after school at noon, Teacher Feng even praised her in front of her mom for doing well in school.

Entering the compound, Mom got out of the bicycle and pushed along, nudging her chin at Song Qiaoxi to show her the white lunchbox in the bicycle basket, asking her with a smile, “For lunch, I bought your favorite crab meat buns and white chopped chicken, and how about a cucumber and egg soup?”

“Okay, thanks, mom.”

Smiling sweetly at her mother, Song Qiaoxi’s voice was soft. She finally realized what a mother’s child was.

She was not picky about eating at all, and her appetite has always been good. Before crossing over she could eat without getting fat, but now, it seems that her mother was feeding her a bit too well.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered Chu Jin. He didn’t eat much meat when she saw him last night for dinner, just picking up vegetables to eat.

Doesn’t he, uh, like meat?

But at noon today, steamed buns were stuffed with meat, and Boiled-sliced cold chicken was also a meat dish. Perhaps, he could only drink some egg drop soup which may not satisfy him enough.

Just as she was hesitating whether to tell her mom about whether or not she could add a vegetarian dish, they were already at the house.

She wondered how Chu Jin was doing this morning?

She hasn’t seen him all morning and she misses him a little…

Being picked up by her mother from the bicycle seat and waiting for her to lock the bicycle, Song Qiaoxi enthusiastically followed her mother with a small backpack on her back.

The thought of meeting a good-looking little brother soon makes her feel happy.

The door opened and mom came into the kitchen with her lunch box.

Changing her slippers, Song Qiaoxi carefully walked into the living room, afraid that Chu Jin was reading a book and she would disturb him by making too much noise.

But there was no one in the empty living room.

End of chapter~