Chapter 1: Kindergarten Chapter

I transmigrated, transmigrating into a little baby.

I was very calm. After all, in this era of fancy transmigration involution, protagonists of all kinds had long since rolled out their own specialties and styles. By now, the law that the transmigrator is the protagonist had long stopped working.

The one who transmigrates isn’t necessarily the protagonist; they could also be a supporting female character, cannon fodder, or a passerby.

Being a passerby is actually pretty good. No need to worry about those destined plotlines—just steadily live out your whole life. Wouldn’t that be great!

My new family wasn’t wealthy, but it was above well-off, with no worries about daily life, and my parents loved each other. At a glance, this was not a protagonist setup. I was very satisfied.

I dutifully did my part as a qualified rice weevil—eating when full, sleeping when full—and didn’t compete for any “child prodigy” title.

At three years old, it was time for kindergarten. Mama dressed me in a pink little skirt, tied up a cute little tuft of hair, and put a little yellow duck satchel on my back. I was the shiniest cub in kindergarten!

My pretty mama looked at my outfit with satisfaction: “Our Kuikui will definitely be a cute omega in the future! If she’s a beta, she’ll be the cutest beta too!”

My surname is Li, given name Kui. An ordinary name that revealed a tiny hint of something extraordinary.

But wait—O what ga? Be what ta?

My dear mama, it’s been three years, and only now do I know this is an ABO world?

ABO world, the happy homeland of danmei racers, the emerging paradise of fourth-love writers!

And I, a little girl who hadn’t yet differentiated.

…

Great!

As long as I don’t differentiate into a female Alpha in the future, I most likely won’t get the protagonist script!

Delicate soft female A, domineering female A, and all that—I don’t really want to be any of them!

I don’t want a little weewee!

Female O too, forget it! I don’t really want a heat cycle either!

Never differentiating and just being an ordinary Beta is just fine!

My pretty mama handed me over to the pretty little older brother at kindergarten, patted my head: “Kuikui, be good and listen to the teacher, okay!”

I nodded obediently. Don’t worry, Mama, I’m not a real child!

The pretty little older brother’s surname is Ji. He’s the teacher of our little A class. There are twenty kids in our class—nineteen call him Little Ji Gege, and one calls him “Daddy.”

Oh, our Little Ji Gege really is an omega.

By the way, here the term for a male mother is daddy/diebby, for a male father is baba/father, for a female mother is mama/mommy, and for a female father is afu.

Sigh, so complicated.

The little dumpling who called him “Daddy” was a soft, glutinous-looking little boy with grape-black eyes and jelly-like lips. His name was Ji Yichen.

Look at that surname—there’s definitely a story there.

Unable to contain my curiosity, I quietly leaned close to Ji Yichen and asked, “Is your baba an alpha?”

Little Ji Yichen sucked on his milk bottle and blinked blankly: “I don’t have a baba.”

Oh ho!

Our Little Ji Gege must have the runaway-with-a-bun script. Before long, a tall, handsome, and rich alpha would definitely come to take them home!

And looking at Ji Yichen’s little appearance… yep, this one must also be a series-novel male lead.

But our Little Ji Gege’s alpha was truly a letdown—he only appeared when we were about to graduate.

Doing the math, our Little Ji Gege had been on the run with a bun for almost six years.

Bah! Scumbag!

No wait, scum A!

That day, all the other kids at kindergarten had been picked up by their parents, but my baba and mama seemed a bit busy lately and hadn’t come yet. Only Ji Yichen and I were left at kindergarten.

Little Ji Gege gently watched Ji Yichen and me play Chinese checkers. After playing for a while, Ji Yichen told Little Ji Gege he wanted water.

It just so happened there was no hot water left in the classroom, so Little Ji Gege told us to be good in the classroom while he went to the office to get water and would be right back.

But he seemed to break his promise—Ji Yichen and I waited and waited, left and right, but Little Ji Gege didn’t come back.

Ji Yichen blinked his eyes at me, long lashes fluttering, and said in a soft, slightly aggrieved voice: “I’m so thirsty.”

Oh my god, he’s so cute!

Even though I’d been muddling through kindergarten for three years, I still got hit by these little cubs’ cuteness from time to time.

How could a little cutie go hungry or thirsty or feel wronged!

I said: “Let’s go find your daddy!”

Hearing my suggestion, Ji Yichen furrowed his little brows and agonized: “But Daddy told us to be good and wait for him in the classroom.”

“But he hasn’t come back for so long—maybe he ran into danger!” I scared him.

Ji Yichen’s eyes went wide: “Will he meet a big bad wolf?”

I nodded seriously.

Kids are so easy to fool. He immediately got nervous and said: “Then… then let’s hurry and go check.”

Unexpectedly, Little Ji Gege really had run into a big bad wolf—hmm, or maybe a big perverted wolf.

When Ji Yichen and I reached the door of Little Ji Gege’s office, just as we opened the door, we were shocked by the scene before us.

Our Little Ji Gege was being pressed against the wall and kissed by a man in a silver-gray suit, super tall, with super long legs. Little Ji Gege’s wrists were pinned to the wall by the man’s single hand, while the man’s other hand was domineeringly lifting Little Ji Gege’s chin.

Wow, so exciting.

But this is not something children should see!

I immediately covered little Ji Yichen’s eyes.

Little Ji Yichen asked, puzzled: “Kuikui?”

Little Ji Yichen’s voice successfully caught the two men’s attention. The man let go, glanced at us, and suddenly clutched his chest, staggering back a few steps, saying in extreme pain: “Ji Anning! I’ve been looking for you for so many years, and you already have two children!”

No, bro, your thought process… this is a kindergarten! Isn’t it normal to have two kids here?

Seeing the two of them separated, I also lowered my hand from covering Ji Yichen’s eyes.

Hearing the man’s words, Little Ji Gege also rolled his eyes, steadied his breathing, pulled Ji Yichen to his side, and said: “This is your child.”

The man was stunned, muttering to himself: “So that night you…”

Little Ji Gege nodded shyly, while Ji Yichen looked at this strange uncle and hid timidly behind his daddy.

But before long, this tall, big man broke down again. With a trembling finger, he pointed at me and said: “Then what about her? She’s not my child?”

Little Ji Gege said strangely: “Of course not. Look at her—does she look anything like you?”

The man roared in pain: “Ji Anning! How dare you! She… then what am I! What is our love!”

Quick-witted as I am, I immediately understood what was happening—the scum A had finally found his lover, but the lover had a child with someone else—a dog-blood chase-wife crematorium drama—great, give me more, I love watching this!

But Little Ji Gege clearly hadn’t caught on yet and asked even more strangely: “What does it matter? Xie Bixing, what are you talking about?”

This man called Xie Bixing lowered his trembling finger, took a few deep breaths, and said in a deep voice: “Ji Anning, as long as you come back to me, I can pretend nothing happened.”

At that moment, the office door was pushed open again, accompanied by a man’s voice: “Baby, sorry I’m late, I’m here to pick you up and take you home now~”

It was my baba!

I turned around in surprise, wanting to go to his side, but someone was one step faster than me.

Xie Bixing strode past me and punched my baba in the face: “Who are you calling baby!”

My poor baba, a Beta who didn’t exercise much and wasn’t very strong, was knocked to the ground by Xie Bixing’s punch.

Oh, Baba, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have watched the show. I should have told this person earlier that I wasn’t Little Ji Gege’s child.

I hurried to my baba’s side to help him up, and Little Ji Gege also rushed over, apologizing to my baba profusely.

Xie Bixing watched Little Ji Gege anxiously fussing over my baba, his fists clenching and unclenching, unclenching and clenching, and his eyes began to redden: “You care about him that much… a man like this, ha…”

I wasn’t happy about that. My baba loves his wife and protects his child, works seriously—in my heart, he’s the best man in the world.

But Little Ji Gege seemed to have suddenly been hit with a intelligence debuff, constantly failing to hear what Xie Bixing was really saying, and even added fuel to the fire: “Xie Bixing! Are you crazy? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Li!”

Seeing Xie Bixing about to charge over again, I knew I couldn’t just stand by anymore.

In that instant, my tiny body burst forth with a huge volume: “STOP—!!!”

I looked with satisfaction at the few people frozen in place, cleared my throat, pointed at my baba: “This is my baba.”

Then pointed at Little Ji Gege: “This is not my daddy. My mama is a great beauty, okay.”

Little Ji Gege finally caught on and looked at Xie Bixing in disbelief: “This is a student and a student’s parent. What are you thinking!”

Xie Bixing stood there awkwardly.

Ugh, these foolish adults.

Afterward, Xie Bixing solemnly apologized to my baba. The two dads exchanged contact information. Xie Bixing said if there was anything we needed help with, we could come to him, and he even wanted to make me his goddaughter.

What goddaughter—I don’t want that. I refused him without hesitation.

I was also a bit disdainful that my baba accepted Xie Bixing’s apology too easily, but there was no helping it—his name is Li Jie.

The month after that was summer vacation. After this summer vacation, I would be a first-grade student.

Little Ji Gege and Ji Yichen were going to move away during this summer vacation.

My neighbor’s French bulldog had just had a litter of puppies ready to leave the nest. I went to the auntie next door and cute-talked her into giving me one. The auntie next door had always liked me, teased me for a while, and then agreed I could pick one to give to a friend.

I named it Fugui.

On the day we saw Little Ji Gege and Ji Yichen off, I solemnly placed Fugui in Ji Yichen’s hands and said: “Stay rich and noble, don’t forget each other. You have to remember that, okay.”

Little Ji Yichen also nodded solemnly: “Remembered. Dog wealthy, mutually woof.”

Then he looked at me, puzzled: “Why mutually woof?”

Me: …

“Because dogs can’t speak human language, but you can speak dog language,” I said.

…

Anyway, my happy kindergarten-to-primary summer vacation quickly passed amid eating, drinking, and playing. I was about to enter primary school and become a mature primary school student.

But entering primary school also meant homework would start.

Ah, I don’t want to do homework.

Homework, the enemy of life.