Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Meng Yaya looked at the small military green canvas backpack in Gu Changfeng's hand as if it were a hand grenade that could explode at any moment.

A crooked little duck was sewn on the front of the schoolbag. Lin Wanrou had sewn it on overnight, and the stitches were so fine that they exuded a breathtaking maternal love.

"I'm not going."

Meng Yaya shook her head vigorously, her little hands gripping the door frame tightly, her face showing an unyielding spirit.

"I'm not going! I want to stay home and help Mom get her medicine! I want to keep an eye on Grandpa Sun so he doesn't slack off! I want to lead Black Wind on patrols in the mountains! I'm very busy!"

What kind of international joke is this?

How could you expect a superhuman who has lived in the apocalypse for ten years to hang out with a bunch of kids who are still wetting their pants and have runny noses?

That's not going to school, that's going to jail.

It's still life imprisonment.

Gu Changfeng squatted down, his gaze level with his daughter's. He wore the kind of "warm" smile that would make any new recruit in the entire regiment weak in the knees, and reached out to sling the backpack strap over Meng Yaya's shoulder.

"Objection overruled."

Gu Changfeng's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority: "Your mother will officially start seeing patients tomorrow, and Old Master Sun will also be busy preparing medicines. If you stay at home, you'll only cause trouble."

"How could I cause trouble? I'll help!" Meng Yaya exclaimed anxiously, pointing at Sun Shouzhen who was sunbathing in the yard. "If you don't believe me, ask old man Sun. Aren't I a good helper?"

Sun Shouzhen, who was resting with his eyes closed in the armchair, opened his eyelids a crack upon hearing this.

The old man picked up the purple clay teapot, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:

"Changfeng, I think you're right. This girl at home really affects my performance. You know, traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes a calm mind. Her mouth is always chattering, it's giving me a headache."

Meng Yaya stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

traitor!

Is this what happens when you drink her spiritual spring water and eat her braised pork?

"Old man Sun, you're so ungrateful!" Meng Yaya stomped her feet angrily, her small cloth shoes making a loud thud on the blue brick floor. "Who said yesterday that I was the Sun family's only hope? Who said I was their sweet little darling?"

"That was yesterday." Sun Shouzhen showed no remorse whatsoever, and even casually swung his legs.

"I want some peace and quiet today. Besides, at your age, you should be learning nursery rhymes and playing games like Drop the Handkerchief. Hanging out with us old folks all the time will make you precocious."

"I'm already ripe!" Meng Yaya roared inwardly.

"Alright."

Lin Wanrou came out of the kitchen with a brand-new military green aluminum water bottle in her hand. Gu Changfeng had specially brought it back from the logistics department, and it was printed with a red five-pointed star.

She hung the water bottle around Meng Yaya's neck, squatted down, straightened her daughter's collar, and spoke in a gentle tone, as soft as water, but in doing so, she blocked Meng Yaya's last escape route.

"Ya Ya, be good. Mom and Master just set this place up, there are definitely a lot of patients, so we really can't take care of you."

The daycare center is right next to the government compound, not far from here. There are lots of kids there, and it has slides and building blocks; you'll love it.

Looking into Lin Wanrou's expectant eyes, Meng Yaya swallowed back the "I won't go" that was on the tip of her tongue.

In this family, she feared no one, not even her godfather who was the commander-in-chief, who dared to ride roughshod over her.

The only thing I fear is Lin Wanrou showing this expression.

This is probably what is meant by "one thing subdues another".

"Fine... I'll go, okay?" Meng Yaya slumped down like a deflated balloon, her voice barely louder than a mosquito's hum.

Gu Changfeng smiled triumphantly and ruffled his daughter's hair: "That's right. Good behavior, I'll make you sweet and sour pork ribs when you get home tonight."

"Two meals," Meng Yaya said, holding up two fingers as she bargained, "and add a can of yellow peaches."

"make a deal."

The next morning, chaos erupted in the No. 6 courtyard.

Meng Yaya was pulled out of her warm bed by Lin Wanrou and dressed in a new outfit.

A white shirt, blue trousers, black cloth shoes, a military water bottle hanging from his chest, and a duck-shaped backpack on his back. If you didn't see his bitter and resentful face, he would look exactly like a young soldier preparing to bravely sacrifice himself for the revolutionary cause.

Black Wind squatted at the door, wagging its tail, wanting to follow it out.

"You can't go." Meng Yaya squatted down, hugged Hei Feng's big head, and solemnly gave her last instructions.

"I'm going to jail. You stay home and keep a close eye on the door and Old Man Sun, don't let him steal my snacks. If anyone dares to cause trouble, don't hesitate to bite their crotch."

"Woof!" Although Black Wind didn't understand what "going to jail" meant, it understood "biting crotch" and barked excitedly.

Gu Changfeng was waiting at the door, pushing a 28-inch bicycle.

"Get in the car."

With a long stride, Gu Changfeng lifted Meng Yaya onto the small rattan chair on the front bar, supporting himself on one foot.

The father and daughter walked towards the government-run childcare center, facing the rising sun.

The military compound was bustling with life in the morning. The shouts of drill instructors echoed through the air, and rousing songs blared from the loudspeakers. Passing officers and their families greeted Gu Changfeng with smiles.

"Commander Gu, are you taking Ya Ya to school?"

"Wow, this girl looks so energetic!"

Meng Yaya sat on the car bar, waving expressionlessly, like a leader forced to perform her duties.

The government-run daycare center was located behind the military district office building, in a small, independent courtyard. It had red bricks and red tiles, and the walls were painted with colorful pictures. You could hear the crying, screaming, and teachers shouting themselves hoarse from a distance.

That sound was even more terrifying than a zombie apocalypse.

Meng Yaya's small body trembled slightly.

"arrive."

Gu Changfeng braked the car and carried Meng Yaya out.

At the main gate, several young female teachers were extremely busy, carrying crying, snotty-nosed children while also having to hand them over to their parents.

"Commander Gu!"

A young female teacher wearing a white shirt and with two braids walked over. She was fair-skinned and delicate, and spoke in a soft voice, which seemed out of place in this chaotic battlefield.

"I'm Song Hongxia, the teacher of the middle class. You can rest assured that Yaya is in my care."

Song Hongxia smiled and squatted down, wanting to take Meng Yaya's hand.

Meng Yaya took a step back, looking warily at the teacher who looked even more frail than Lin Wanrou.

rest assured?

This place looks even more chaotic than a bandit's den. Is Gu Changfeng serious about entrusting her to this naive and innocent teacher?

"Ya Ya." Gu Changfeng patted his daughter's shoulder, "Call her Teacher Song."

"Hello, Teacher Song," Meng Yaya greeted reluctantly, her voice crisp and clear.

"So good." Song Hongxia smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "Commander Gu, you can go ahead with your work. Ya Ya might not be used to it yet, so I'll take good care of her."

Gu Changfeng nodded, then looked down at his daughter.

"Don't bully children."

This was the only sentence Gu Changfeng left before he left.

It wasn't "Don't let yourself be bullied," but rather "Don't bully others." No one knows a daughter better than her father; Gu Changfeng knew all too well just how dangerous his daughter was.

Watching her father ride away on his bicycle, Meng Yaya felt like the whole world had abandoned her.

"Ya Ya, come inside with me." Song Hongxia took Meng Ya Ya's little hand, which was soft and warm.

Meng Yaya sighed and resignedly followed them inside.

Upon entering the classroom, a mixture of milk powder, sweat, and some indescribable stench of urine hit me.

There were more than twenty children. Some were rolling on the ground, some were fighting over building blocks, some were crying in the corner, and one was trying to put glue in his mouth.

It was utter chaos.

Meng Yaya stood at the door, her lips twitching slightly.

This isn't a daycare center; it's clearly a juvenile branch of a mental hospital.

"Everyone, quiet down!" Song Hongxia clapped her hands, trying to drown out the noise in the room. "We have a new friend in our class today, let's welcome him!"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Only a few children who were nearby looked up and stared at Meng Yaya with a curious yet hostile gaze.

Just then, a loud crash suddenly came from the middle of the classroom.

A tower of blocks, half the height of a person, was kicked over.

"Listen up, all of you!"

A chubby little boy with a chubby face and a sailor's shirt stood on a pile of building blocks, waving a plastic stick in his hand and roaring with a fierce expression:

"This area is now under my jurisdiction! Anyone who dares to disobey me will have my grandfather arrest you all!"

Several children nearby were so frightened that they burst into tears.

Song Hongxia's face flushed with anxiety as she rushed over, shouting, "Zhao Xiaohu! Get down! That's public property, you can't step on it!"

"I'll stomp on it!" Zhao Xiaohu not only didn't get down, but stomped his feet twice, making the blocks creak, and looked at Song Hongxia defiantly, "My grandfather is a deputy division commander! I'm the boss here!"

Meng Yaya stood at the door, squinting her eyes.

Oh.

I just entered the starting village and I ran into a monster-slaying monster?

Life doesn't seem so boring anymore.