In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 534 Throwing my bottle? Who's really lacking manners?

When Yu Muyu walked to the front of the podium, some parents behind her seemed to have noticed the relationship between the child and Yu Dawei.

Some parents, seeing that their children could only count a few, couldn't help but whisper jealously to those around them, "Just because the father can do it doesn't mean the son can. Maybe this little guy can't even count as well as my son."

"Haha, who says it isn't?"

"They're just a little richer than us, their sons are nothing but spendthrifts."

These people whispered amongst themselves, their voices so low that they dared not let Yu Dawei hear them.

After all, Yu Dawei's status in Heshan Village and his fighting skills made him someone that no one dared to provoke.

Most of those who made such sarcastic remarks were parents from Lijiatun Village, Team Three. After all, a few years ago, Yu Da mobilized the entire village and bullied the men of Lijiatun to death.

But those who are full of sour grapes are destined to be disappointed.

When Yang Naigang asked Yu Muyu to start reciting a hundred numbers on the podium, Yu Muyu counted from 1 to 100 in one breath, so smoothly that it was impossible to hear exactly where he was reciting unless you listened carefully.

"100!" When Yu Muyu finally shouted out 100, the whispering parents behind her dared not utter another sound.

Then Yu Qianqian was the first to applaud Yu Muyu, after all, he was her younger brother, and she had promised Fourth Uncle to take care of him, so she had to take care of him!

Then the other students were also inspired and started clapping.

"Not bad, you memorized it very well." Yang Naigang reached out and patted the child's head, smiling as he said, "Much better than your father was back then."

Yu Dawei stood at the back of the classroom, looking embarrassed. "I just want to say, can you please stop bringing up the past? I'm Boss Yu now, you know."

"Next student, Han Yanping?" Yang Naigang ignored the look Yu Dawei gave him and then called out the next student.

Time passed quickly, and the students had almost finished memorizing it.

Under Yang Naigang's arrangement, the children's seats were rearranged according to their height.

It's worth mentioning that five girls in the class could pronounce 100 correctly, while only one boy could.

After all the students had found their seats again, Yang Naigang said, "From now on, you will sit in this seat order when you go to school. Next, I will distribute the cups that are used at school."

As Yang Naigang spoke, he stood up from his seat again, walked to the lectern, opened the cardboard box, and found several small plastic water bottles inside.

Each one is a different color, and the bottles also have numbers on them.

"These are water bottles that the school gave to the new students. Everyone should remember the number on their bottle. If you lose it later, it's gone forever," Yang Naigang explained as he handed out the bottles to the students. "After this, there's nothing for the parents to do. You can go home now. When school ends in the evening, the older students will lead the younger students home."

The parents were quite happy; the tuition hadn't even been paid yet, and the school was already sending gifts—this was fantastic news.

As for children going home in groups, most rural children do this; even they grew up like this, so they don't take it seriously.

The parents left one after another, and Yu Dawei also prepared to leave with his wife. Before leaving, Yu Dawei did not forget to tell his son to study hard.

Suddenly, a girl's voice rang out from inside the classroom. "That's mine! What right do you have to take my bottle!"

The voices sounded familiar. Yu Dawei looked in the direction of the voices and saw Yu Qianqian in the third row pulling at each other with a male classmate.

Yu Dawei couldn't even remember the boy's name anymore. At this moment, taking advantage of being taller than Yu Qianqian, he held up the green No. 18 water bottle high in his hand.

He continued relentlessly, saying, "These bottles were on the table, how can they be yours! These are the ones I wanted, they're mine!"

"I got it first!" Yu Qianqian's face turned red with anxiety. She reached out to snatch it back, but the other person, taking advantage of their size, pushed Yu Qianqian to the ground with force, causing her to fall on her bottom.

The boy got angry and threw the plastic bottle on the ground: "If you won't give me this broken bottle, then nobody else can have it! I'm not giving it to you even if it's broken!"

Yu Qianqian got anxious, and the fierceness of the Yu family erupted. She went up and scratched at the other person's slightly chubby face. The girl's fingernails were already sharp, and this scratch left three bloody marks on the chubby child's face.

"Waaah! Waaah! Mom, Mom! Someone hit me!" The boy probably sensed that Yu Qianqian was not someone to be trifled with, and coupled with the pain on his face, he immediately burst into tears of grievance.

Parents who had already walked most of the way back turned around to see which child had caused this farce.

Unlike the fights among children in the city, most parents in rural areas don't care much about their children's squabbles. After all, what kind of children are they if they don't fight or make a fuss?

Is that child resilient?
As soon as Teacher Yang heard the children fighting, he quickly put down the cardboard box and went to break it up. However, by the time he arrived, the chubby boy's face was already scratched.

Yu Dawei also walked over silently and, standing next to Yu Qianqian, picked up the water bottle that had been broken and deformed on the ground.

"Who is it! Whose child is bullying my child! Don't they have any manners?! Damn it! Look at how they scratched my child's face!" Just then, a middle-aged woman rushed in through the door. She ran to the child's side like a madwoman. Just as she was about to turn around and scold Yu Qianqian, she saw Yu Dawei's unfriendly eyes staring at her.

The woman's tone immediately softened: "Whose child is this! Why don't you do something about it!"

"My daughter, Qianqian, how could you scratch your classmate?" Damin's wife, who had already walked out the door, saw that it was her own child who had caused the trouble and quickly walked in, looking at Yu Qianqian with a reproachful expression.

"It was him! He snatched my bottle and pushed me! Look at him!" Yu Qianqian was also a little aggrieved. She glanced at her mother with teary eyes and turned her head to show her mother the dirty spot on her bottom.

The pink pants were now completely dirty.

This time, Damin's wife calmed down and realized that the fault didn't lie with their child.

"Then you can't scratch people!" the middle-aged woman said, somewhat unwillingly.

"I don't care who hit whom, I just want to know why you smashed the bottle that the school gave you on the ground? Who gave you the right to smash it on the ground?"

At this moment, Yu Dawei spoke, his gaze fixed on the little boy hiding behind his mother, and the scene fell silent.

Yang Naigang, who had just pulled the two children apart, thought to himself that something was wrong.

If Yu Dawei speaks up at this time, it's likely that this matter won't end well today.

(End of this chapter)