"Come on, come in and introduce yourself to the children."

When An wanted to be alone and lost, An Zimo had officially become a kindergarten student.

The teacher stood on the podium and smiled at him. He looked blank and pulled the strap of his schoolbag to stand next to the teacher.

There were only nine students in this class including him. Looking at the innocent and clear smiling faces, An Zimo disdained to laugh in his heart.

He never went to kindergarten in his previous life. Because he was too smart, he did all his studies at home and naturally had no contact with peers.

An Zimo's mental age is higher than that of all the children here, so he automatically classifies them as stupid.

"My name is An Zimo."

"Tell the teacher, how old are you this year?"

The teacher half-crouched in front of him, smiling sweetly and speaking with a soft and waxy accent unique to the South.

An Zimo resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "Three years and seven months."

"Kid Zimo looks so sensible. Just sit next to Fuze. Fufu, raise your hand."

At the end of his gaze, a fat man named Fu Ze raised his short arms high.

He obediently moved the things on the seat next to him, took out his handkerchief and wiped it clean inside and out, and waited for An Zimo to pass by with his round bean eyes open.

——It doesn’t look smart.

An Zimo sat over expressionlessly and put his schoolbag on the shelf next to him.

"Hello Zimo, my name is Fu Ze, they all call me Fufu, the blessing of blessing."

An Zimo held his chin with one hand and said nothing.

"Do you want some candy?" Fu Ze rummaged through his schoolbag, secretly took out a candy and handed it to An Zimo from under the table.

"Fufu, please ignore An Zimo, be careful he beats you."

Pei Yan sat in front of Fu Ze. He still remembered his knocked out teeth and his gloomy expression when he went back to show off to his great-grandfather after studying "English" that day.

An Zimo is a bad boy.

He doesn't want to play with annoying people.

"Ah?" Fu Zedaimeng opened his mouth with a pair of clear noses, "Will Zimo still beat people up?"

"Yes, he is very bad." Pei Yan emphasized his tone firmly and spread his palms, "I think you should give me the candy. If the teacher finds out, it should be confiscated."

Kindergartens do not allow children to bring food privately, and they will definitely be punished if they find out.

Fu Ze could eat but couldn't keep his mouth shut. Every time he went out, he would always put something in his pocket, such as candies, melon seeds, peanuts, and occasionally a few bags of spicy strips, which he and Pei Yan would hide in the toilet to eat.

He sniffed and was about to hand the candy to Pei Yan when he saw An Zimo raise his hand and stand up.

"Zimo, what's wrong?"

Pei Yan's face changed drastically, and a bad feeling arose spontaneously.

An Zimo pointed at the two of them: "Fu Ze and Pei Yan secretly ate sweets, and they probably have other things in their pockets."

"...!"

"Fuze, stand up and let the teacher check."

Fu Ze looked sad and reluctantly sat up from the stool.

An Zimo sat down again and looked at the two of them with his chin propped up, his expression changed, as if he was watching a good show.

"An Zimo, you are so bad."

Seeing the teacher taking away the snacks, Pei Yan comforted his crying companion on the table while glaring at An Zimo fiercely.

"oh."

His contemptuous expression made Pei Yan angry again, "You can't find friends like this!!"

"Oh, so what?"

Pei Yan's expression was distorted and he roared lowly: "If you don't have any friends to play with, you will be so lonely, so lonely, so so lonely!!"

An Zimo wanted to laugh.

Children's thoughts are so innocent, and there is no need for friends in the adult world. Although he is not an adult, he is much better than these little brats who only eat sweets secretly.

Pei Yan and Fu Ze frantically said bad things about him in their hearts.

What a fool, idiot, big bastard, An Zimo couldn't help but laugh at him.

Life in the kindergarten is boring. The children next to him are either thinking about shit or eating. Their thoughts are so empty and mentally retarded that An Zimo can't help but turn off the volume of his mind-reading machine.

It's lunch time in a blink of an eye.

The lunch in the kindergarten is very rich, with two meat and two vegetables plus a soup, and snacks after the meal.

only……

The rice was not as delicious as An Xiang's.

An Zimo felt disgusted and put rice into his mouth with a spoon.

"Teacher, when are we going to have snacks?" Pei Nuo was eating veal, still thinking about the daily snacks. She had big eyes, bulging cheeks, and was so smart and cute that she looked like an elf that only existed in the virtual world.

The teacher always favored her and said softly: "Nono, finish your meal obediently, and we will have snacks after that."

"Blood cake, blood cake, we want it now!"

"Okay, okay, we will eat in a moment." The teacher shook his head helplessly and patiently calmed the children's emotions.

When the whole class was clamoring for blood cakes, An Zimo had already finished eating, not a drop was left. The small table was still as clean and tidy as it was at the beginning, and even his little face was not stained with dirt.

The teacher's eyes lit up when he noticed this, and he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "Wow, our kid Zimo was the first to finish the meal, and there is nothing left. The table is still so clean. I will reward Zimo with a little red flower."

An Zimo: "...?"

"Everyone applaud Zimo!"

Applause rang out one after another, and An Zimo, who was overwhelmed by the applause, looked slightly dazed, then frowned, and his eyes showed a bit of evil.

He was very fierce, but the children were not aware of this anger and were still in high spirits, applauding and praising An Zimo sincerely.

An Zimo is dying.

So embarrassing.

"Because Zimo finished the meal first, the teacher can reward you with two pieces of blood cake."

ice cream?

An Zimo touched his teeth and shook his head consciously, "I won't eat it."

"Huh?" The teacher was stunned.

He explained calmly: "It's not good for your teeth." Besides, eating something cold after lunch is also harmful to your stomach. This kindergarten is really unprofessional and doesn't understand such basic things.

The teacher looked at him in surprise. After working for so long, this was the first time he saw a child with such a strong sense of self-management.

After everyone finished eating, the life teacher took down the plates and began to distribute the blood cakes to them. Each child could only take one piece.

When Pei Nuo saw that An Zimo's table was empty, he blinked and handed over his small bowl. His voice was sweet and soft, "Zimo, do you want some blood cake? I'll give you half of mine."

The small square cake in the small bowl looks very appetizing, like jelly.

Oh, haha, it’s still hawthorn flavored.

"Don't eat." An Zimo crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head away fiercely.

Pei Nuo curled his lips, scooped out the blood cake with a small spoon, and ate it in small bites.

"Mine is cream flavored!" Pei Yan stretched his neck and came closer to Fu Ze, "Fufu, where is yours?"

Fu Zeba smacked his lips and said, "It smells like barbecue."

"Tsk." Pei Yan suddenly felt that the blood cake in his hand was no longer fragrant, and rolled his eyes, "Fufu, let's eat it alternately, so that we can eat two different flavors!"

"Wow! Yanyan, you are so smart!!"

The two children chattered endlessly, and An Zimo looked at them with disdain.

"An Zimo, don't look at me. I won't give you anything to eat." Pei Yan carefully protected the thing in his hand and glared at him, "Turn around, you bastard."

"Who cares?" An Zimo snorted and turned his head away.

Pei Yan blinked and deliberately waved his food in front of An Zimo, not forgetting to show off: "My piece is particularly delicious, An Zimo, you really don't want to eat it?"

An Zimo said coldly: "Get out."

The more he told him to leave, the less he wanted to leave.

Pei Yan simply pulled up the chair and sat next to him, took a small spoon and waved it in front of him, and smacked his lips while eating.

[It’s so delicious, I’m craving An Zimo to death.]

[I am so mad at him that I am so mad at him.]

An Zimo tightened his fists and stared straight at him, "Will you get out or not?"
To be continued...