Chapter 2: Primary School Chapter (1)

Entering primary school, I was still working hard to be an inconspicuous, well-behaved child.

But even a horse can stumble.

On the day of the first-grade placement test in primary school, I accidentally scored a perfect hundred on everything.

This placement test score was tied to the selection of class officers.

The teacher asked if I wanted to be the study committee member. I refused, humbly saying that I had only scored well because I’d studied ahead during summer vacation, that I was actually really stupid, and that after another two tests I would expose myself.

I also didn’t tell my dad and mama about this test, afraid they would mistakenly think I had potential and place unnecessary expectations on me.

The teacher smiled and sent me back.

But during a certain recess the day before the whole class’s anonymous vote for class monitor, a big cockroach slipped into our tiny classroom.

Our class of twenty-eight kids huddled in a corner of the classroom, and the big cockroach dominated all the remaining space.

Looking at these frightened little cuties, I sighed.

They really were delicate, but I wasn’t.

As a psychological adult, I really couldn’t bear not to protect them.

Sigh, this damn sense of responsibility from being an adult.

So, with two pigtail braids and a pink floral dress, I ran up to the podium and picked up the blackboard eraser.

I flung it out in an elegant parabola.

“Splat.”

The big cockroach died under the blackboard eraser.

I pulled a pink little handkerchief from my pocket, pushed aside the blackboard eraser, picked up the cockroach through the handkerchief, walked out of the classroom, and threw the cockroach corpse along with the handkerchief into the trash can downstairs.

Before returning to the classroom, I made a special trip to the restroom to wash my hands.

Back in the classroom, twenty-seven pairs of sparkling eyes fired at me.

“You’re so amazing!”

“You’re definitely going to be a super brave alpha in the future!”

Damn it! Stereotypes are poisoning primary school students!

Can’t Betas and Omegas be super brave too?

The class bell rang, and our Chinese teacher, Teacher Bai, walked into the classroom on the bell.

The kids began chattering to Teacher Bai about my heroic deed.

These primary school students who hadn’t even learned all their characters yet had instinctively mastered exaggerated expression techniques.

“That black bug was as big as my fist!”

“No no no, bigger than my head!”

“Li Kui wasn’t scared at all!”

“Yes yes yes, she wasn’t scared at all!”

“She hoisted the blackboard eraser!” …Wait, why hoisted?

“Bam—just like that!”

“The bug got smashed dead!”

Oh no, they seemed to be rapping.

Teacher Bai was a gentle, delicate female Omega. Her expression kept changing as the primary school students described it.

Following the students’ words, she praised me: “Student Li Kui is truly outstanding. Everyone should learn from her.”

The kids’ admiring gazes fired at me once again.

Really, it was just killing a cockroach—why did it have to turn into this kind of situation!

Teacher Bai didn’t use the blackboard eraser for the rest of that class.

In the third class, Math Teacher Liu brought a new blackboard eraser, and the one that had heroically sacrificed itself quietly went into the trash can.

I mourn for you, Eraser. You are the true unnamed hero.

In the next day’s whole-class anonymous vote, with twenty-seven votes, I was elected class monitor by an overwhelming margin and the broadest popular support.

Sigh, this bunch of inexperienced little kids.

From then on, it was as if I had become the omnipotent person they could rely on in their eyes.

My deskmate would come to tattle on someone for crossing the dividing line, come crying to me when an eraser was lost, come to me for justice when pranked…

Help, I just came to attend primary school—how did I end up babysitting again?

It’ll get better once they grow up a bit, I comforted myself silently.

Occasionally, things beyond my ability came to me too.

Our class beauty—my own unofficial title for her—she was just too pretty: long black hair, big eyes, a delicate little nose, petal-like lips, snow-white skin, a pint-sized Snow White.

One day after school, when all the classmates had left, Snow White—no, Student Jin Xianxian—came to me with a worried face and a tearful voice: “…Wuu wuu wuu, I’m having such a hard time! Class Monitor, can you help me?”

I really couldn’t stand seeing a pretty little kid look so troubled, so I said: “No problem, tell me, let’s think of a solution together.”

Student Jin Xianxian sobbed: “My dad and mom are getting a divorce.”

Ah, this—family and marriage problems are outside my ability, Student Jin Xianxian.

But I’d already said I’d help, so I braced myself and continued asking: “That’s really terrible. Why are your dad and mom getting a divorce?”

Student Jin Xianxian burst into tears with a “Waa”: “My dad says I’m not his child—”

The matter just got more complicated.

But I’d already promised her. It wouldn’t be right to quit right after she finished describing the difficulty—what kind of person would that make me!

As it turned out, I did have some communication skills in me.

Under my patient guidance, little Jin Xianxian finally explained the whole story clearly.

It turned out that last week, Jin Xianxian’s dad took her for a physical checkup, and her blood type caught her dad’s attention. Then the man went and did a paternity test, and the results showed Jin Xianxian was not his biological child, so he kicked up a fuss.

“My mama… my mama wouldn’t do anything bad, she’s the best person in the whole world… wuu wuu wuu, I’m definitely Dad’s child… Dad is lying… wuu wuu…” Jin Xianxian said between sobs, incoherent.

Oh my, a little beauty crying really broke my heart into pieces. I really couldn’t bear to see this.

I thought for a moment and said: “Maybe the paternity test your dad did wasn’t that accurate.”

“Definitely not accurate!” Jin Xianxian hiccupped from crying, but her eyes lit up. “As long as we do another paternity test, we can prove it!”

She hadn’t even perked up for a minute before Jin Xianxian wilted again: “But… but… I don’t have money.”

What a coincidence.

I puffed out my still-flat little chest and said: “My dad does genetic research work! Today when you go home, get your dad’s hair, and I’ll go ask my dad for help!”

Hearing this, Student Jin Xianxian jumped over and hugged me, rubbing against me: “Class Monitor, you’re so good! You’re definitely going to be the most amazing ALPHA in the future!”

I’ll accept the first part, but the second part is completely unnecessary!

The next day, Student Jin Xianxian brought two tufts of hair as promised, one long and one short.

Student Jin Xianxian explained: “The short one is my dad’s, the long one is my mom’s.”

What a buy-one-get-one-free deal!

As for these two tufts of hair, I don’t know how Student Jin Xianxian plucked them from her parents’ heads—it looked painful just seeing it.

I carefully put away the two tufts of hair, then asked Jin Xianxian for two strands of her own, and promised her I’d complete the mission as soon as possible.

Student Jin Xianxian hugged me and rubbed against me again.

Scary—with the wishpower of these enthusiastic classmates, I better not actually differentiate into an Alpha in the future!

No, no, I quickly spat spat—feudal superstition must not be entertained.

My dad is the best dad in the world, no rebuttals accepted!

After hearing me describe Jin Xianxian’s situation, Dad agreed to my request without a second thought and promised to rush the results.

Before school on Friday, Dad told me to bring Jin Xianxian home after school—the test results would be ready today.

On the way home from school, Jin Xianxian looked very uneasy, constantly confirming with me: “I’m definitely Dad’s child, right.”

I understood her unease and could only soothe her by following along with what she said.

After we got home, my dad’s expression was strangely awkward.

He had us sit on the sofa, and on the coffee table were treats he’d set out in advance.

I took a look—wow, mango milk tea and chocolate cake, all sweet stuff.

I suddenly had a bad premonition.

My dad sat on the sofa opposite us, told us to eat the cake, then rubbed his hands, chose his words carefully, and said: “Uncle here has good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

“Good news!” I quickly answered for Student Jin Xianxian.

Are you kidding—after hearing the bad news, it’d be a miracle if Jin Xianxian could still listen to any good news.

“The good news is, your mom didn’t have you because she cheated.” My dad said.

Jin Xianxian looked like she was both crying and smiling: “I knew it, my mom definitely isn’t a bad woman!”

My dad raised his hand to take a sip of tea, covering his expression.

I stared at him nervously—this was bad. My dad looked like he was about to unleash a big move.

“The bad news is… Student Jin, you are not your dad’s child, nor are you your mom’s child,” my dad said. “The report shows that there is no blood relation among the three of you.”