Sold into a ghost marriage? Four-year-old and his thuggish father go on a killing spree.

"Zhao Xiaohu! You good-for-nothing!"

Zhao Youfu's roar almost lifted the roof off the commune cadres' dormitory.

A crumpled exam paper with "52" and "45" written on it.

He slammed it hard into Zhao Xiaohu's face.

"Last place! Huh? You've really made a fool of yourself! You've completely disgraced me!"

Zhao Youfu was so angry that he trembled all over.

He was a commune official, and a respected figure in the community.

But my son got the lowest score in his class!

How will he ever be able to hold his head high in front of his colleagues again?

What he found even more unbearable was that

The one who got first place in the whole grade,

It just so happens to be the girl from Gu Yanqiu's family, whom he despises the most!

What right does a country bumpkin's daughter have, a motherless bastard?

How dare they trample on the son of a dignified commune official like that?!

"I'm telling you! If you can't beat that country girl in the next exam, you're not going to school anymore! Go back to your hometown and farm!"

Zhao Youfu pointed at his son's nose and issued an ultimatum.

His father's angry scolding and his classmates' ridicule gnawed at Zhao Xiaohu's fragile and sensitive self-esteem day and night.

He dared not hate his father.

So he took all his resentment and hatred and transferred it all onto Gu Niannian.

If it weren't for her!

If she hadn't gotten first place!

His father wouldn't scold him! His classmates wouldn't laugh at him!

Blame her!

It's all Gu Niannian's fault!

A dark and malicious thought began to grow wildly in his mind.

The next day, early in the morning.

As usual, Gu Niannian carried her schoolbag and walked into the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2.

However, as soon as she stepped inside, she keenly sensed that something was amiss.

The whole class looked at her with a strange gaze, a mixture of sympathy, schadenfreude, and curiosity.

Then, they all turned to look at the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

Gu Niannian followed their gaze.

On the spotless blackboard, a line of large, glaring words was written in chalk, crooked and messy:

"Gu Niannian—a bastard without a mother!"

Those words, like a poisoned dagger, pierced precisely and ruthlessly into the softest, most painful part of Gu Niannian's heart.

Her body froze instantly.

My blood froze instantly.

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and I couldn't hear anything anymore.

All that remained before me were those few words, filled with malice and insult, shouting wildly.

A bastard without a mother...

Bastard...

She remembered her grandmother Zhao's harsh face.

I recalled the vicious rumors spread by my second aunt, Liu Cuihua.

I remembered the pointing fingers and whispering looks from the villagers behind my back.

It turns out that no matter how hard she tried, no matter how many times she got first place, it didn't matter.

In this world, there will always be some people who will use her birth, which she could not choose, to attack and hurt her.

The classroom was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the little girl standing motionless in the doorway.

In the corner, Zhao Xiaohu and his henchmen were winking and making faces, their faces filled with undisguised smugness and pleasure.

He wanted to see her break down!

Look at her crying and screaming!

See how those few words completely broke her down!

However, time passed second by second.

Gu Niannian did not cry.

She just stood there quietly, her small fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging deep into her palms.

After a long time, she finally moved.

She took her first steps, one after another, until she reached the front of the podium.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

What is she going to do?

Is she trying to erase that line of text?

Should we still go and fight Zhao Xiaohu to the death?

Under everyone's gaze, Gu Niannian bent down and picked up a piece of white chalk from the chalk box.

Then she turned around and faced the blackboard covered with vicious attacks against her.

She raised her small arm and began to write below the line of text.

Her movements were slow, but every stroke was written with exceptional force.

Chalk dust fell down in a soft rustling sound, like silent snow.

Soon, a line of equally clear text appeared below the line of insulting words.

"Zhao Xiaohu - the worst-performing good-for-nothing."

"puff--"

I don't know who it was, but the first person couldn't help but laugh.

Immediately afterwards, the entire classroom erupted into a deafening burst of laughter, like a powder keg that had been lit!

"Hahaha! You good-for-nothing! The worst good-for-nothing ever!"

"You're right! He's a complete idiot!"

"Gu Niannian is amazing! Hahaha!"

Zhao Xiaohu's smug expression froze instantly.

Instead, there was a volcanic eruption of anger and humiliation!

The insult "bastard without a mother" is vicious, but also quite common.

However, the retort, "the last-ranked good-for-nothing," was tailor-made for Zhao Xiaohu!

These seven words precisely struck at his most painful and most dreaded wound!

This is a hundred times more embarrassing than beating him up or scolding him!

"Gu Niannian! I'll kill you!"

Zhao Xiaohu roared like a mad bull, sprang up from his seat, and lunged at Gu Niannian on the podium, waving his fists!

"stop!"

"Don't hit him!"

The class monitor and two other tall boys reacted quickly, rushing forward and tightly embracing the enraged Zhao Xiaohu.

Zhao Xiaohu struggled desperately, kicking and punching wildly with his hands and feet, while cursing incessantly.

The classroom was in complete chaos.

Just then, the bell rang for class.

The homeroom teacher walked in from outside the door with a stern face.

"Stop making all that noise! ​​Get back to your seats!"

Upon seeing the two lines of text on the blackboard and the students wrestling, the homeroom teacher's face instantly turned ashen.

It took her five minutes to figure out what had happened.

She looked at Gu Niannian with a complicated expression.

This child was so intelligent that it startled her.

But this intelligence is too sharp.

She looked at Zhao Xiaohu again, her eyes filled with annoyance and helplessness.

Finally, she cleared her throat and made a decision.

"Zhao Xiaohu! You've scribbled on the blackboard and insulted your classmates. You're punished by having to clean the classroom for a week! Now, immediately, go and wipe the blackboard clean!"

"Gu Niannian, although Zhao Xiaohu was in the wrong first, you shouldn't have retaliated in the same way. Considering this is your first offense, we'll let it go this time, but don't let it happen again!"

After she finished speaking, she tapped on the podium.

"Alright! Everyone, take out your textbooks, let's get ready for class!"

The whole incident was thus glossed over with a light touch.

The punishment for Zhao Xiaohu was negligible.

There wasn't even a formal apology.

Gu Niannian sat quietly in her seat, expressionless.

She knew it was because Zhao Xiaohu's father was Zhao Youfu from the commune.

In this small school campus, a microcosm of this era, some injustices truly exist.

She didn't care.

Because from the very beginning, she never expected the teacher to uphold so-called "justice" for her.

Her counterattack ended the moment she wrote those seven words.

She wanted Zhao Xiaohu, and everyone else, to know.

Gu Niannian is not a pushover.

Whatever way you hurt me, I will repay you in the same way, tenfold.

Use your stupidity to slap yourself in the face!

But how many more clashes like this will occur?

Behind Zhao Xiaohu stood Zhao Youfu.

Behind Zhao Youfu stood Zhou Ming, and the entire Zhao family.

What if next time, instead of this childish, playful provocation, they use adult power to attack her from a position where she has no way to resist?

For example, her student registration?

For example, what about Dad's job?

What will she and her father do then?