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

Grandma Luo looked at the little girl who was only as tall as a stool in front of her, and then at her own grandson, the troublemaker who usually only took from others and no one dared to take from him, who was now peeling candy wrappers with a fawning expression. She felt a little confused.

This art style is off.

Shouldn't it be the eldest grandson crying his heart out, her job being to create a huge mess, and ultimately make the other parents kneel down and beg for forgiveness?

"What, not enough?" Meng Yaya reached into her pocket, pulled out a White Rabbit candy, and tossed it aside.

The candy landed steadily in Grandma Luo's hand before she could put it down.

"Eat up, old lady. Too much internal heat can cause wrinkles. Your face is already like a walnut shell; if it gets any more wrinkled, it won't look good."

Meng Yaya spoke in a childish voice, but to Old Lady Luo, every word was like a knife to the heart.

Grandma Luo subconsciously touched her face, about to lash out, when she saw her eldest grandson Zhao Xiaohu frantically giving her meaningful glances, his eyes blinking so hard they were almost cramping.

"Grandma! You should leave! This is between me and the boss, don't interfere!" Zhao Xiaohu, with candy in his mouth, mumbled as he pushed her out, "Just save me some braised lion's head meatballs when you get back!"

Grandma Luo held the candy, looking at her grandson who was usually so prone to tantrums, now behaving as obediently as a quail. The anger she felt inside deflated like a punctured balloon.

Strange.

That's really weird.

"Fine, fine, I'm leaving!" Old Mrs. Luo stuffed the candy into her pocket, glared fiercely at Song Hongxia, and said, "Teacher Song, if even a single hair on my Xiaohu's head is missing, I'll hold you responsible!"

After saying that, Grandma Luo picked up the vegetable basket from the ground and left, looking back every few steps. Her retreating figure looked like she was fleeing in panic.

Watching the "enemy" retreat, Meng Yaya clapped her hands and climbed back onto her "throne," the desk in the center of the podium.

Despite being a delicate and beautiful three-year-old, she exuded an aura even stronger than Gu Changfeng when training new recruits.

"Zhao Xiaohu".

"Here!" Zhao Xiaohu stood at attention reflexively and swallowed the sugar water he hadn't yet swallowed with a slurp.

"Form up the team." Meng Yaya raised her chin slightly and pointed to the group of little radish heads below who were still in a daze.

Zhao Xiaohu immediately perked up. Although he couldn't beat Meng Yaya, he still held considerable sway over the other children.

He picked up the bamboo stick from the ground, slammed it on the table, and with a stern look on his fat face, roared menacingly:

"Can't you hear me? The boss told us to line up! Men, stand on the left; women, stand on the right! You who's eating glue, spit it out! If you eat it again, you'll have to drink the whole bottle!"

After a chaotic commotion, the twenty-odd children in the middle class somehow managed to stand in two crooked rows.

Standing in the corner, watching this scene, Song Hongxia felt that she was being a bit superfluous as a teacher.

Meng Yaya was very satisfied.

She had led a survivor squad in the apocalypse, and managing these little brats who couldn't even walk properly was like a game-changer.

"Since you call me boss, you have to follow my rules."

Meng Yaya pulled an oil paper package out of the schoolbag printed with ducklings, as if by magic.

As soon as the oil paper package was opened, a sweet and sour fruity aroma instantly filled the entire classroom.

Those were hawthorns and apricots she had grown in her spatial dimension using spiritual spring water, which she then dried into candied fruit. In this era of scarcity, snacks of this caliber were rarer than gold.

The little radish heads below all had their Adam's apples bobbing in unison, and the sound of saliva rising and falling was deafening.

"Want some?" Meng Yaya picked up a piece of crystal-clear dried apricot and waved it in the sunlight.

"Yes!" More than twenty mouths shouted in unison, their voices so loud they shook the dust off the roof.

"If you want to eat, you have to obey." Meng Yaya threw the dried apricots into her mouth and chewed them with relish. "From now on, we're the 'Guard Team'."

"The first ironclad rule of the guard team: No bullying girls. If anyone dares to pull a female classmate's braid, lift her skirt, or steal her food, Zhao Xiaohu, you're in charge of hanging him on the wall."

Zhao Xiaohu slung the bamboo stick over his shoulder and shouted, "Yes, boss! I hate bullying girls the most too, that's not what a man does!"

The little girls who had just had their building blocks snatched by Zhao Xiaohu looked at Meng Yaya with sparkling eyes, as if they were looking at a little fairy who had fallen from the sky.

"Second rule: No wasting food." Meng Yaya's face fell.

Those who have experienced the apocalypse cannot stand the sight of food being wasted.

"If there's even a single grain of rice left in his bowl at lunchtime, he won't be allowed to have a single bite of my snacks from now on."

"The third rule..." Meng Yaya pointed to the little boy who was still stuffing marbles into his nostrils, "Be hygienic. You, with snot in your mouth, go wash your face. And you, don't touch my candy with your hands so dirty."

With the rules established, the next step is to distribute benefits.

Meng Yaya is not the kind of heartless boss who only makes the horse run but doesn't feed it.

She handed the oil paper package to Zhao Xiaohu: "Those who behave well will each receive one yuan. Anyone who tries to steal it will have their hand chopped off."

Zhao Xiaohu held the oil paper package as if it were the Imperial Seal of the State. He first stuffed the largest piece into his own pocket, then, with an air of utter disregard for family, began distributing them.

"Line up! Everyone line up! Anyone who pushes will be kicked out!"

In an instant, the entire classroom was in perfect order. These little devils, who were unruly at home, became as well-behaved as kittens for a bite of sweet and sour candied fruit.

When lunchtime arrived, the cafeteria chef pushed the food cart in, bracing himself for the kids to scatter the food all over the floor.

When I walked in, I was dumbfounded.

More than twenty children sat upright on small stools, holding spoons in their hands, waiting eagerly.

There was no crying, no running around, and no one shoving food on their heads.

Meng Yaya sat at the small table at the front, with a bowl of mixed noodles and half a cornbread in front of her.

This meal couldn't compare to the braised pork she ate at home, but she didn't even flinch and ate heartily.

The eldest brother took the lead in eating it, so who dares to say it wasn't delicious?

To prove his loyalty, Zhao Xiaohu buried his face in the bowl and ate with gusto, licking the bowl clean even to the bottom. Then, holding up the gleaming bowl, he shouted, "Reporting, boss! I finished mine too! I want to apply for a reward!"

Meng Yaya took a fruit candy out of her pocket and tossed it to him: "A treat."

When the other kids saw that they could exchange food for candy, they were eager to eat as much as they could.

Even the pickiest little girl, who needed two hours to be fed, swallowed the carrot in her bowl with tears in her eyes, then ran to Meng Yaya, opened her mouth, and said, "Big sister, I ate it, look!"

Meng Yaya nodded and handed her a hawthorn strip.

Song Hongxia stood to the side, holding a rattle drum she had prepared to use to soothe the child, feeling like an outsider.

She looked at Meng Yaya, who was sitting in the middle and, despite being only three years old, was giving orders like a queen, and felt a mix of emotions.

This isn't someone coming to attend daycare; they're clearly here to take over the daycare.

When school let out in the afternoon, Gu Changfeng rode his old-fashioned bicycle to pick up his daughter.

He was worried that his little tyrant might tear down the daycare or make one of the teachers cry.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw a strange sight.

The twenty-odd children stood in neat rows, with Zhao Xiaohu leading the way, chanting, "One, two, one! One, two, one! Respectfully seeing off our leader!"

Meng Yaya, carrying a duck-shaped backpack, walked in the middle of the group with her hands behind her back, nodding from time to time, looking like a leader inspecting work.

Upon seeing Gu Changfeng, Meng Yaya finally broke her composure.

She took a few quick steps and ran over, calling out, "Daddy!"

Gu Changfeng scooped up his daughter and placed her on the car beam. Looking at the group of children still watching, he raised an eyebrow: "So... you've taken her in?"

Meng Yaya peeled a White Rabbit candy and stuffed it into her father's mouth, smiling like a little fox: "This is called uniting all forces that can be united."

Gu Changfeng affectionately patted her head and was about to get on his bike and leave.

Meng Yaya suddenly tugged at Gu Changfeng's sleeve: "Dad, wait a minute."

She turned her head and looked at the entrance of the daycare.

By this time, most people had left, except for the teachers on duty. Song Hongxia was cleaning up the mess left behind by the children in the yard.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and with his hair slicked back was carrying a net bag containing two cans of food and was sneaking closer to Song Hongxia.

The man laughed as he reached out to pull Song Hongxia's arm, his beady eyes lingering on her body.

Song Hongxia was so frightened that she kept backing away, her face turning pale, but she didn't dare to shout loudly, as if she was afraid of offending someone.

"What is that thing?" Gu Changfeng's eyes turned cold.

"That's a fly." Meng Yaya narrowed her eyes, and a cold glint flashed in her clear black and white pupils, the kind of light that only appears when facing zombies in the apocalypse.

Anyone who dares to bully her on her turf?