Chapter 210

She prepared to put it in her schoolbag and bring it to school tomorrow.

Tomorrow, if those guys dare to bully her again—

—she'll smack their ugly faces with a brick.

The next day.

Sure enough, someone started getting restless again, coming over with a grin.

He grabbed her braid.

Zhang Xiao hid her braid, slipped her hand into her schoolbag, and glared at him, puffed up with anger.

That little boy, playing to the crowd, showed off his quickness to the other kids.

That drew peals of laughter from the rest of them.

Apparently infected by the laughter, that little boy hopped forward again and reached up to yank Zhang Xiaonian's braid.

Zhang Xiaonian took that half-brick and smacked him straight in the face with it.

The whole class of kids: "Eek!!"

Zhang Xiaonian took to her heels and bolted out of the classroom.

The teachers found her during the break after fourth period, in a corner of the stairwell on the top floor of the teaching building.

By then, that little boy's parents had also arrived.

The little boy's nose was gushing blood from the smack, but that wasn't the main point.

The main point was, he'd been smacked silly.

After all, they were only seven-year-old kids; in their world, they couldn't yet comprehend—that you could actually use such a brutal weapon against one of your own kind.

The little boy's father looked furious.

He saw the teacher leading Zhang Xiaonian over.

He flew into a rage and rushed forward, about to lift his leg and kick her.

A teacher beside him grabbed him in one swift motion—"Hey, what are you doing, parent?!"

"Look what you did to my son! I'll kick you to death!"

The man, hair bristling with fury, jabbed a finger at Zhang Xiaonian.

Zhang Xiaonian was shielded behind the teacher.

Her eyes were full of fear as she stared at the man, and she slipped her hand back into her schoolbag.

That half-brick was still in there.

But she was actually terrified out of her wits—she just didn't shed a tear.

A pair of dark, shining eyes watched every movement around her, like a startled little rabbit.

The situation was rather troublesome.

Zhang Xiaonian had no parents; she'd grown up in Fuli Academy.

So medical compensation became a problem.

But after all, they were just kids, and the strength wasn't that great; although that boy's nose had bled plenty, the nasal bone hadn't been injured.

But the psychological trauma was still fairly serious.

After a long round of bickering, the other parents didn't back down an inch just because that girl was an orphan.

In the end, a female teacher really couldn't stand it anymore, and said straight out, fine, I'll pay, but you have to leave—this is a school, and your Sang Sect is too loud, you'll scare the elementary students.

Then came a string of things like "Hey, how can you be a teacher" and "Is that any way for a teacher to talk" spilling out of the other parents' mouths.

In short.

Later they went straight to the principal's office to talk it over.

After a while, that female teacher returned to the office.

Zhang Xiaonian was still standing there.

The female teacher walked over, looked at her, sighed after a moment, reached out and took her little hand, and gave it three light taps.

Zhang Xiaonian looked up. "Teacher Liu, I don't want you to pay for me, I have money, I'll bring it to you tomorrow!"

Teacher Liu looked at her, didn't address that topic, and instead said, "Next time, don't do this again."

"He pulled my braid first! And he scratched my new schoolbag!" Zhang Xiaonian said, head lowered, puffed up with anger.

"So you used a brick?" Teacher Liu looked at her.

Zhang Xiaonian said nothing.

Naturally, Fuli Academy got wind of the school incident.

That evening, Zhang Xiaonian was punished.

While the others ate, she was made to stand as punishment, in the yard.

After the kids finished their meal, they all came out to the yard to watch her.

Children didn't know any better; they took it as fun.

But adults shouldn't be like that.

But clearly, the adults in charge also found it quite thrilling.

Fuli Academy office, a window on the second floor.

A man and a woman, holding hot tea in their hands, sipped it while watching the scene in the yard below.

The woman laughed and said, "She's quite the little money tree."

"Indeed," the man said, his gaze settling on the little girl in the yard.

"When she came back this afternoon, she even asked me for money—said that person had saved a sum for her, and she wanted to take some to give back to her teacher," the woman said with a laugh.

"Then let her stand a bit longer tonight, and she'll understand exactly who that money should belong to!" the man said.

The woman curled her lip into a smile and nodded.

Zhang Xiao stood in the courtyard.

Later, no one remained in the courtyard.

She stood alone in the darkness.

After a while, she finally began to wipe away her tears.

You must take good care of yourself.

Suddenly, she remembered words that person had spoken to her long ago.

That person had said, if you ever encounter a problem you cannot solve in the future, contact that number.

Really...

Is that allowed?

When the motorhome drove through the Daxingling region.

Ning Chen saw Mohecheng.

The first snow after winter began had fallen three days ago.

At this moment, the entire Mohecheng was shrouded in white.

This city was not large, with a population of only over eighty thousand.

If not for the administrative requirements of a border region, this place would probably not even be a small county town.

Ning Chen continued forward along the navigation route.

The motorhome drove into Mohecheng.

It wove through the center of Chaolin Road in the middle of Mohecheng.

The ground of the entire road was already covered in snow.

No one had cleared it.

The people here had long since adapted to the roads after snowfall.

But to travel smoothly on such ground, Ning Chen would have to equip his motorhome's wheels with some gear.

He drove to a vehicle repair station.

A mechanic installed snow chains on the motorhome's wheels.

After this, Ning Chen continued on his journey.

The destination shown on the navigation was within Mohecheng.

But the rime ice could not be in the urban area.

Therefore, this city would be his next stop.

The motorhome drove for a while and arrived at a hotel.