Became a vicious male mother

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"Can you talk to Li Hetai about school?" Helpless, Gu Xinglan went straight to the child's question.

"Your name is Li Hetai?"

The child, with no energy to spare, pulled the chair closer, her face flushed, and stared intently at Li Hetai. Seeing how quickly he ate, she asked in a soft voice, "Are you full? Can I have some?"

As a result, Li Hetai simply took the other person's plate and didn't leave a single bite for the person next to him.

“Li Hetai,” Gu Xinglan objected.

"It's alright, I've already had breakfast, let He Tai eat."

The child's eyes were filled with admiration; he glanced at him hurriedly and then focused intently on someone else.

Upon seeing this, the face of someone surnamed Yu immediately came to mind.

It seems that Lai Ho Tai attracts such sunny and cheerful peers.

"Where is your school?" Li Hetai asked after finishing his meal.

"Happiness Elementary School, it's so beautiful there! There are so many trees, and so many people!"

"A lot of people? Little friend, can you tell me how many people are in your class?" Gu Xinglan asked.

He is now going to send Li Hetai to the only primary school in the east of Wushui.

In fact, Li Hetai should be graduating from primary school next year... Who would imagine that this person is a primary school student?

He stared intently at the scene.

The two children at the table were very close together.

Their body shapes and skin colors differ greatly.

Only after comparison did I realize that Lai Ho-Tai, both in appearance and in his inner self, was almost unlike what one would expect at his age.

Life experience is an important way to accumulate psychological age. Some people are still innocent and naive even after graduating and starting work, while others may seem young but have developed a maturity far beyond their actual age due to their rich experience. Physical and psychological age should actually be considered separately.

People can't be seen.

As her thoughts drifted further away, Gu Xinglan shook her head and called out:

"kid?"

The child was engrossed...

“How many people are in your class?” Li Hetai repeated.

“Thirty-six.” Liang Xiaodan gestured with her hands, then clasped her hands together on the table, and said with a playful smile, “Come to my school, we can be deskmates, you’re so pretty…”

There was a "bang" sound.

After finishing his bread, Li Hetai slammed the plate down on the table.

"Little friend, are there really this many people?" Gu Xinglan's eyes lit up.

He had personally visited the school, which was exclusively for people from outside the city. During breaks, it was always packed with people, especially at noon when the temperature rose. Looking inside from the outside, one could feel short of breath with just one glance.

But now there are only thirty-odd people in a class?

Upon hearing this, Liang Xiaodan immediately sat up straight and proudly declared, "My class is the most, most, most amazing! At least four of us will get to study in the city center next year!"

The pressure of getting into a good school is everywhere, but it is especially evident in this area where people from the outer city gather.

Most schools in Wushui are privately owned, but this school in the urban village is an exception. It's more like a place to take care of children, so that migrant workers can focus on their work without distractions...

"The others, about a hundred or so people?" the child asked thoughtfully.

Gu Xinglan choked on her soy milk.

*

Outside the school.

Gu Xinglan looked at her empty wallet and felt completely lost.

I ran out of cash last night.

Remembering the assistant director's warning, he took out his phone to check his balance.

The information pops up on the screen at the appropriate time.

[Sixty thousand, remember that, it's on your tab (black face)]

It was a message sent by the original owner's boss.

Meng Guanhe was mainly in charge of this program, and any additional expenses, if they didn't want to delay the progress, could only be charged to the company.

Gu Xinglan turned her back to the camera to check the original owner's bank account balance.

Seeing the several zeros following it, I immediately felt relieved.

Is this the power of money?

Gu Xinglan led Li Hetai all the way to the principal's office.

Before I even reached the door, I could hear a series of righteous and indignant voices.

“Principal, no matter what! This child's admission will definitely drag down my class's college entrance rate. I need to get promoted next year; it's an honor for the school! Do you really want to just let this opportunity slip by?”

"Teacher Xiaohui, what are you saying? I'm so happy for you, how could I possibly harm you..."

"They can be good children who love reading and work hard, but they can't be children who like to bully their peers and are good for nothing!"

"..."

Gu Xinglan overheard the conversation coming from the principal's office.

He pressed his ear against the doorway and listened intently.

Li Hetai and the photographer were standing not far away, and he gave the two of them a thumbs up.

With Li Hetai's abilities, getting into university is a sure thing.

Then, with a "squeak", it made a sound.

The door opens from the inside.

The dark passageway, the peeling paint, and the unfamiliar face with its ears perked up in mid-air, the shadows engulfing the area below its neck, made it look like a white-faced ghost floating in the depths of hell.

The woman who opened the door widened her pupils, felt a jolt in her heart, and quickly let out a "hoarse" sound. Her eyeballs rolled back rapidly, and she fell straight onto the mud-brick floor.

*

office.

The woman in the suit adjusted her glasses, her right hand trembling as she swallowed water from her thermos.

"I need both entrance exams and physical fitness tests."

After finishing the drink, the teacher raised her eyelids and glanced at the child.

"A local from Wushui?"

"Yes, this child is nine years old and can speak a foreign language. He's a very impressive child."

Gu Xinglan touched the back of Li Hetai's head.

"The class is having a meeting, I'll go back first."

The teacher looked away and hurriedly got up and went over.

He was no exception, following closely behind.

As he passed classroom after classroom, each one enclosed and crowded like a large factory building, his gaze would unconsciously drift inside.

Nothing describes this place better than the word "oppressive".

If the area is to be demolished, this place will likely be no exception.

How many people will be displaced at that time?

These are things he couldn't even imagine.

Gu Xinglan looked away.

We arrived at the classroom that supposedly had forty people.

There were both adults and children inside.

He strained his eyes to look inside and saw the words "Parents' Meeting" written brightly white on the blackboard.

His gaze shifted slightly, landing on someone in the corridor.

Li Hetai stood by the window, where there was neither wind nor sunlight.

The iron bars were pierced by rusty frames, with rusty red marks on them, like they were drawn with a red pen, or like they were battered by wind and rain. But in his eyes, he subconsciously thought of ominous bloodstains.

"Li Hetai, come closer, that window is unstable, be careful not to fall out," Gu Xinglan called softly.

Under the camera's lens, the person finally showed a different expression, no longer the semi-permanent mechanical numbness.

"This place is too dilapidated."

Li Hetai didn't move, only spoke: "There's no stadium, no horse farm, and not a decent person."

Gu Xinglan walked over and stood by the window, looking at the slightly disgusted expression on his face: "No matter what it looks like, this is still a place to acquire knowledge."

"Knowledge? More like pig feed. This place is a pigsty." Li Hetai glanced at it and turned away.

Only a faint echo remained behind him: "Why don't they eat meat porridge?"

Gu Xinglan was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell as soon as she finished speaking.

People inside rushed out.

Then he saw the boy surnamed Liang rush up to him, his eyes shining.

"Where is Li Hetai?"

He rarely heard people address the child by his full name, so he felt a little uncomfortable and replied, "He just left."

"Leave?" Liang Xiaodan immediately deflated like a wilted eggplant.

Just as a young woman approached, the child resumed smiling and called out "Mommy".

Gu Xinglan's pupils contracted slightly.

Behind the woman, an elderly man wearing a striking blue striped shirt followed, praising his grandson as "so great," a far cry from the aggressive figure he had been displaying with an iron rod at the door that morning.