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

The classroom door creaked shut, shutting out Gu Changfeng's tall figure.

In that instant, Meng Yaya felt as if she had been thrown into the final battleground of a zombie-infested city.

The air was thick with the smell of fermented yogurt, the stench of someone wetting their pants, and the pungent odor of cheap glue. There were about twenty radish-like children, the oldest five or six, the youngest three or four, in the most unpredictable stage of human infancy.

"Wow—I want to go home! I want to find my mom!"

"These are my building blocks! Give them back!"

"Stop crying! If you cry again, I'll let the big tiger eat you!"

The noise level is high enough to shatter an ordinary person's eardrum.

Meng Yaya stood expressionless by the podium, her little hand instinctively reaching for her waist. She found nothing; instead of the "Thunderbolt" wooden gun, it was Gu Changfeng's heavy military green water bottle.

"Everyone...everyone, can you please be quiet?"

Teacher Song Hongxia's voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's hum, completely drowned out by the clamor of the crowd. She was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead, her hands waving helplessly in the air, standing there at a loss.

With that kind of fighting ability, he wouldn't last three seconds in the apocalypse. Meng Yaya mentally pronounced her verdict on Teacher Song.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, a tower of building blocks in the corner of the classroom was kicked down.

The chubby boy named Zhao Xiaohu was wearing a striped sailor shirt, his belly making the shirt look round and plump. He held a bamboo stick that he had taken from a broom in his hand, standing on a desk, looking down at the whole room.

"Shut up, all of you!"

That shout was full of energy and much more effective than Song Hongxia's.

The crying children immediately stopped, and the classroom became mostly quiet. A few timid children huddled in the corner, looking at Zhao Xiaohu with fearful eyes.

Zhao Xiaohu was very satisfied with the effect. He sniffed the snot that was about to drip into his mouth, slung the bamboo stick over his shoulder, and scanned the classroom with his beady eyes, finally fixing them on Meng Yaya at the door.

New faces.

He was also carrying a silly-looking backpack.

"Hey you!" Zhao Xiaohu pointed at Meng Yaya with a bamboo stick, his chin held high. "The new one?"

Seeing things were getting out of hand, Song Hongxia quickly stepped in front of Meng Yaya, smiling apologetically, "Xiaohu, come down quickly, tables aren't for stepping on. This is a new child, her name is Meng Yaya, everyone should be friendly and cooperative..."

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Xiaohu impatiently swung the bamboo stick, nearly hitting Song Hongxia in the face. Teacher Song shrank back in fright, her eyes red-rimmed, and dared not retaliate.

Zhao Xiaohu's grandfather is Zhao Gang, the deputy division commander of the military region, who is notoriously protective of his children. A few days ago, a teacher criticized Zhao Xiaohu a couple of times, and the next day, Zhao's grandmother blocked him at the door and berated him for half an hour, accusing the teacher of child abuse. Since then, no one in the entire daycare center has dared to mess with this little devil.

Meng Yaya peeked her little head out from behind Song Hongxia.

She didn't speak, but simply watched the chubby boy who seemed oblivious to his own mortality. In her large, clear eyes, there was no fear, but rather a pity for someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Hey! I've got my eye on your water bottle!"

Zhao Xiaohu jumped off the table, making a loud thud on the floor. He swaggered up to Meng Yaya, accompanied by two snotty-nosed followers.

"Don't you understand how to pay protection money?" Zhao Xiaohu stretched out a dirty hand, his fingernails full of black mud.

"This area is under my jurisdiction. If you want to stay here, give me your water bottle and the candy in your pocket!"

He could smell it. This girl smelled like White Rabbit milk candy, the high-end kind.

Meng Yaya looked down at the water bottle on her chest.

Gu Changfeng specially went to the logistics department to get this water bottle. Although it was an older model, it was a genuine military item, with thick aluminum sheets and a bright red star on it. Gu Changfeng said that carrying this bottle felt like having his father by his side.

"No."

Meng Yaya uttered two words, her voice soft and sweet, yet as crisp as ice beads.

A collective gasp filled the classroom.

Even the toddler who was sucking his nails stopped what he was doing and stared in shock at this audacious newcomer.

Zhao Xiaohu was taken aback. In this daycare center, apart from the director, no one dared to refuse him.

"What did you say?" Zhao Xiaohu's eyes widened, and he slapped the bamboo stick in his palm, trying to create a sense of oppression like a mafia boss.

"Do you even know who my grandfather is? He's a deputy division commander! If you don't obey me, I'll fire your father!"

Meng Yaya didn't even bother to lift her eyelids at such a low-level threat.

She pulled a White Rabbit milk candy from her pocket and slowly unwrapped it. The rich, milky aroma instantly filled the air, making all the children around her salivate.

Zhao Xiaohu's eyes widened.

Meng Yaya stuffed the candy into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out, and said indistinctly:

"Your grandfather is a division commander, what's it to you? If you want some, go home and ask your mother, don't beg in front of your great-aunt."

The entire room fell silent.

Song Hongxia's jaw nearly dropped to the ground. She had never heard such a childish yet arrogant voice in her entire life.

Zhao Xiaohu's face turned a deep purplish-red. Losing face in front of so many of his underlings was worse than death for him.

"You dare to insult me?"

Zhao Xiaohu threw down the bamboo stick in his hand and charged forward like a human bomb.

"Beat her! Take her candy and water bottle! Let her know whose territory this is!"

Although the two henchmen hesitated for a moment, seeing their leader go in, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward. The three boys surrounded them in a triangular formation, looking like they were about to have a gang fight.

Song Hongxia screamed and tried to rush over to break up the fight: "Stop! Stop it! You can't fight!"

But with her thin arms and legs, how could she stop these wild monkeys running around? Zhao Xiaohu shoved her, sending her stumbling and crashing into Meng Yaya.

He reached out his chubby hand and grabbed the water bottle strap on Meng Yaya's chest, while his other hand tried to pull Meng Yaya's braid.

"Give it to me!"

Gu Changfeng's words before he left echoed in Meng Yaya's mind.

"Don't bully children."

Meng Yaya sighed.

This thing in front of me is 1.2 meters tall, weighs about 60 kilograms, has a face full of fat, and a fierce look in its eyes. What kind of kid is this? This is clearly a primitive creature that has not yet fully evolved.

Since they are not children, they are not covered by the protection regulations.

Just as Zhao Xiaohu's fingers were about to touch the water bottle strap, Meng Yaya stretched out her fair and tender little hand, swift as lightning, and accurately grabbed Zhao Xiaohu's wrist, which had only three layers of wrinkles.

"Click."

Zhao Xiaohu felt as if his wrist had been clamped by an iron clamp, and his momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His momentum from the charge was too great; his upper body suddenly leaned forward, but because his wrists were fixed, he froze in place in an extremely bizarre posture.

"You..." Zhao Xiaohu hadn't reacted yet.

Meng Yaya tilted her head back and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile, revealing two small, white tiger teeth.

"Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

"If you steal someone else's things, you'll get your claws chopped off!"