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

Grandma Luo's shout was enough to shake three pounds of dust off the classroom roof.

Her triangular eyes were fixed on Meng Yaya, who was sitting on the desk. The vegetable basket in her hand had long since been thrown away. She put her hands on her hips, her chest heaving violently, looking like a ruffled old hen.

"Well, you little brat who's still breastfeeding, how dare you bully our Little Tiger?"

As she cursed, Old Lady Luo rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of loose, flabby arm flesh, and strode towards the podium.

"Is there no law anymore! Don't you even know who dares to touch my grandson in this military compound? You're asking for a beating!"

Song Hongxia turned pale with fright and quickly reached out to stop her: "Aunt Luo! Let's talk this out! They're just children..."

"Get out of my way!" Old Mrs. Luo shoved Song Hongxia aside. "What kind of teacher are you? You watch outsiders bully your own students and you don't even say a word! I'll make sure you can't be a teacher anymore!"

Song Hongxia was knocked off balance and almost fell.

Grandma Luo's momentum intensified. She rushed to Meng Yaya in a few steps, stretched out a finger as thick as a carrot, and was about to poke Meng Yaya's forehead.

"Get down here! You little bastard, if I don't teach you a lesson today on behalf of your parents, I'm not a Luo!"

Meng Yaya sat on her desk, completely still.

She looked at the finger that was about to poke her nose, but instead of dodging, she slowly pulled out the small rosewood pistol from her waist.

It was a model gun, but the workmanship was extremely fine, with a smooth, shiny body and a dark, gaping muzzle.

"You still want to discipline me?"

Meng Yaya pulled out a wooden gun and pointed it, intentionally or unintentionally, at Zhao Xiaohu, who was still hanging on the wall.

"Bang."

The little girl uttered a single word in a soft, childlike voice.

Zhao Xiaohu, who was hanging on the wall crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, stiffened abruptly upon hearing this word.

His grandfather's words flashed through his mind: Never mess with that little girl in the compound with the wooden gun; she's Commander Lei's goddaughter.

Commander Lei is an official with a much higher rank than my grandfather. If I offend this little girl, I'll be in big trouble.

It looked like his grandmother's hand was about to poke the female Yama's forehead.

Alarm bells rang in Zhao Xiaohu's mind. If his grandmother were to poke him with that finger, the next person to suffer wouldn't be the girl, but himself!

"stop--!!!"

A piercing scream came from above the wall.

Zhao Xiaohu thrashed about on the iron hook like a fat fish that had been pulled ashore, yelling in his hoarse voice, "Grandma! Don't touch her! Don't touch her!"

Grandma Luo's finger stopped in mid-air, just two centimeters away from Meng Yaya's forehead.

She turned to look at her eldest grandson, completely bewildered: "My dear grandson, what did you say? Grandma's here to get revenge for you! If that brat hangs you on the wall, Grandma's going to hang her up there too!"

"No! We can't hang it!"

Zhao Xiaohu was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck bulged, his legs kicking wildly in the air: "That's...that's my boss! You can't hit my boss!"

"ha?"

Grandma Luo suspected that she had donkey hair stuffed in her ears.

All the children in the class opened their mouths wide, forgetting to even suck the snot that was flowing into their mouths.

Song Hongxia's eyes widened in disbelief, thinking she was hallucinating.

"What?! Are you scared out of your wits, kid?" Old Mrs. Luo was heartbroken. She turned to grab Meng Yaya again, "You damned wild girl, look what you've done to my grandson!"

"I'm not stupid!"

Zhao Xiaohu was terrified when he saw the muzzle of the wooden gun in Meng Yaya's hand rise another inch. He roared with all his might:

"Comrade Luo Xiuying! I order you to step back! This is a matter between the martial arts world; you old woman, stop interfering!"

Grandma Luo was stunned by the shout.

This is her beloved grandson, who is used to being waited on hand and foot at home and throws tantrums at the slightest grievance.

Meng Yaya raised an eyebrow.

This chubby kid is pretty savvy.

She tucked the wooden gun back into her waistband, clapped her hands, and jumped off the desk.

It landed silently.

She took short steps and walked to the base of the wall.

Grandma Luo instinctively wanted to stop her, but looking at the girl's overly calm demeanor, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Meng Yaya stretched out her little hand and grabbed Zhao Xiaohu's ankle.

"rise."

It's still that same childish, babyish word.

Under Grandma Luo's horrified gaze, Meng Yaya effortlessly "picked" the chubby man weighing over 60 pounds off the iron hook with one hand and then placed him steadily on the ground.

It's as easy as picking a gourd.

Grandma Luo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

She looked at her eldest grandson's sturdy build, and then at Meng Yaya's thin arms, which were as thin as lotus roots.

Is this...is this even human?

Is this the legendary innate superhuman strength?

No wonder this girl dared to challenge me earlier; she's got some skills after all!

As soon as Zhao Xiaohu's feet touched the ground, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

He didn't even bother wiping the snot and tears from his face, quickly shrank behind Meng Yaya, and poked half his head out to shout at Grandma Luo:

"Grandma, you should go home now! I have to go to class! Teacher Song said parents aren't allowed to cause trouble at school!"

Grandma Luo: "..."

She felt a lump in her throat, unable to swallow it, a feeling of stagnation rising within her.

He originally came to support his grandson and vent his anger, but his grandson betrayed him at the last minute and even recognized his enemy as his boss?

What kind of mess is this?!

"Little Tiger, tell Grandma the truth, did she threaten you?" Grandma Luo persisted, glaring fiercely at Meng Yaya.

"Don't be afraid, Grandma's here. Even if she's a bit stronger, Grandma has guards with her. Do you think we'd be afraid of a little brat like her?"

Zhao Xiaohu glanced at Meng Yaya.

Meng Yaya was peeling a White Rabbit milk candy with her head down, and her nonchalant manner made Zhao Xiaohu's wrist ache again.

"No! Nobody threatened me!" Zhao Xiaohu shouted. "I did it voluntarily! I think Ya Ya... Ya Ya is a great leader! I'm happy to listen to her!"

Just kidding, if Grandma angers this she-devil, what will happen to his life at the daycare after Grandma leaves?

"Those who understand the times are heroes," was a saying his great-uncle, a teacher, often repeated.

Although he didn't understand what a hero was, he knew what it meant to get beaten up.

Meng Yaya stuffed the peeled candy into her mouth, and a small puff appeared on her cheek.

She turned around, took out another piece of candy from her pocket, and handed it to Zhao Xiaohu.

"Take it."

Zhao Xiaohu was stunned. He stared at the warm milk candy and his Adam's apple bobbed.

This is a White Rabbit candy! He would throw a tantrum for ages if he wanted just one at home.

"For...for me?" Zhao Xiaohu was a little incredulous.

"If you listen, you'll get a treat." Meng Yaya patted Zhao Xiaohu's chubby shoulder like a kind old commander. "From now on, you'll still be in charge of this area, but you'll be under my jurisdiction. Understand?"

Zhao Xiaohu took the candy, quickly unwrapped it, and stuffed it into his mouth. The rich milky aroma instantly healed his wounded heart.

"Got it! Got it!" Zhao Xiaohu nodded vaguely, a fawning smile even appearing on his face. "Boss, this candy is really sweet!"

Grandma Luo stood aside, watching this scene, completely bewildered.

Her unruly, arrogant grandson was bought off with a piece of candy?

What kind of bewitching potion did this girl from the Meng family give him?