“It’s all my fault for being careless…” Chen Ting said with a distressed expression. “I just bought this phone and I dropped it. How can I be so clumsy?”

Yes, of course you’re clumsy. You actually dared to provoke me.

Although I no longer had Brother Qu protecting me, dealing with sluts like you was still more than easy enough.

These painful three years were truly deep torture for me.

Not only did I have to learn professional childcare knowledge, I even had to study piano and painting.

Watching those sluts study so diligently, I only felt a wave of nausea.

How could anyone like these things?

What use is painting well? Will others fear you?

So what if you play piano well? Can you make money from it?

It seemed their lives would be like this—pitiful and pathetic.

I was fundamentally different from them. I knew clearly what I needed.

A powerful man could save me countless efforts. Since Brother Qu was gone, I needed to find another man.

I got to know the thugs at the school gate, but honestly, they were all too timid. I asked them to rob and they didn’t dare. Much less beat people up.

Powerful men were exceptionally hard to find. I could only choose another path.

That is, men with money.

Whether lawyers, doctors, or bosses, as long as they had money, they were my targets.

Whether brand-name cosmetics or expensive phones, as long as they had money, it was equivalent to me having money.

I downloaded many dating apps on my phone and started selecting my prey.

I must say, this was far simpler than I imagined.

As a high school student, as long as I initiated a meetup, those old men simply couldn’t resist the temptation.

I made a lot of money.

Those sluts in class studied knowledge desperately, only to end up working for others. They were really too pathetic.

I could make so much money in just one short month—why would I need to work?

I finally bought cosmetics and a phone.

Cosmetics could make me prettier, then I could use the new phone to take beautiful photos. I could continue to make even more money.

Three years passed quickly. Most classmates were isolating me. I knew they were just jealous because I had endless cosmetics and frequently changed to new phones.

Even if I used eyebrow pencils to draw on paper, even if I smeared foundation on walls to play, I would never give my cosmetics to them.

After all, I wasn’t the same type of person as them. I would have a better life than them.

That I didn’t slash their faces during these three years was already giving them enough face.

In the life ahead, we would never see each other again until death. I didn’t need them to accept me at all.

After graduation, I had more time to select prey.

But I gradually discovered this wasn’t a good thing.

For some reason, most men would only meet me once. The money they gave was far from enough for my expenses.

Why could I meet so many people when I was a student… but not now?

And why were the ones I met all just poor losers?

They didn’t even want to pay, thinking this was dating.

Who am I, Xiao Ran?

You want to date me without spending a cent?

After thinking for three days, I reached an answer.

It was my “status”!

My current status wasn’t good. I was unemployed. Wouldn’t this make me a specialized “special service worker”?

Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not the same as those sluts who sell themselves. I’ve received an education. I’m far more noble than them.

But what status should I get for myself?

After much thought, I returned home. I told the old woman I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher.

She cried again.

Really strange. Every time I had a new idea, she would cry.

She held my hand, saying I’d grown up, saying she would definitely fulfill my wish even if it meant selling everything they had.

But I didn’t expect the two of them to really sell everything.

They mortgaged the house.

Supposedly my education level was too low. If I wanted to enter a kindergarten, I had to spend money to pull strings.

This didn’t matter to me—it wasn’t my money being spent anyway.

As long as I could have a legitimate status, the rest would be much easier.

After paying the principal one hundred thousand yuan, I smoothly became a kindergarten teacher.

I even met a high school classmate here—my former deskmate, Chen Ting.

Except her status was somewhat different from mine.

She was now a junior college student, sent to this kindergarten for an internship. But I was already a formal employee.

This was the difference between her and me.

She wasn’t as smart as me. No matter what, she chose the longest path, but I was different. I took shortcuts.

“Xiao… Xiao Ran?” When Chen Ting saw me, her expression was very complex. After a moment of silence, she still showed a relieved smile. “I never thought I’d meet you here. You really do like children. You ultimately became a kindergarten teacher after all.”

“Yes.” I nodded with a fake smile. “We’re both the same!”

On my first day of work, Chen Ting and I were assigned to the same small class. I was mainly in charge of management, she was responsible for assisting.

I didn’t understand what was so precious about these chattering children. They actually needed me to take care of them?

During lunch on the first day, I sat by the teacher’s desk playing on my phone, taking the opportunity to update my profile. I needed to immediately tell them which kindergarten I was a teacher at, to make my profile look full of temptation.

Before long, Chen Ting pushed open the door. With just one glance, she showed a displeased expression.

“Huh?” She was stunned. “Xiao Ran, why aren’t you watching the children eat?”

“What needs watching about eating?” I didn’t even lift my head, asking carelessly.

Chen Ting sighed and hurriedly rolled up her sleeves and walked toward the children.

I looked up and saw that most of those annoying children didn’t know how to use spoons. Rice grains and vegetable soup were spilled everywhere. There was even one child who wasn’t eating at all, just sitting in his seat crying. Really annoying to death.

Why don’t they just die?

“Okay, okay…” Chen Ting stroked the little boy who was crying loudly. “Don’t cry. Tell teacher what your name is?”

The little boy whimpered and spoke incomprehensible words.

“Your name is Chen Moran?” Chen Ting smiled. “If you don’t cry, teacher will tell you a secret.”

The little boy sniffled a few times and indeed stopped crying. “Wh-what secret?”

“Teacher’s surname is also Chen!” Chen Ting slowly picked up the spoon and placed it in the little boy’s hand. “Do you know? Among all people with the surname Chen, everyone eats without crying, so you need to quickly change this habit too.”

The little boy stared blankly at Chen Ting without speaking.

“If you don’t believe me, think carefully—doesn’t your dad also have the surname Chen?” Chen Ting’s voice was very gentle. Many children in the class quieted down to listen to her speak. “Doesn’t your dad also not cry when he eats? As a little man, you need to learn to eat by yourself. Only then can you grow as tall as daddy.”

“Mm…” The little boy showed a wronged expression but earnestly nodded.

Disgusting.

I shook my head. Really disgusting.