Do Not Approach

Am I that familiar with Teacher Mu?

"What's so funny? Stand up and share it with everyone!"

Mu Xiaoxiao really painted herself into a corner this time. With her stern expression and pointer stick, she looked surprisingly intimidating when serious.

The other students dared not say a word. Even Teacher Zhang, the teacher from the neighboring class, peeked her head through the shabby classroom window to see what was happening.

Noticing the commotion, Qin Yi—the "young miss" sitting in her wheelchair—also wheeled herself closer out of curiosity.

Qin Yi had never seen Mu Xiaoxiao get angry with the children before, which piqued her interest.

With more people gathering, Xiaohua lowered her head in guilt. The lingering kindness in her heart made her press her lips together, hesitant to read aloud.

"Go ahead," Mu Xiaoxiao urged.

The teacher had miscalculated—after all, Xiaohua had only attended one day of class. What could the little girl have written? Maybe just a flattering mention of her "pretty sister"?

Xiao Lu, who had been following Qin Yi out of curiosity, joined the group, casually draping a towel around his neck after a long day of work. Standing beside Qin Yi with a cheerful grin, he exuded a mix of sweat and a masculine scent. Qin Yi subtly wrinkled her nose, edging her wheelchair slightly away from him.

Seeing Qin Yi's reaction, Mu Xiaoxiao's mood visibly improved. She lifted her pointer stick, ready to give Xiaohua a mild scolding and a chance to avoid further embarrassment. But at that moment, Xiaohua raised her head and softly recited:

"Elder sister smiles,

The teacher wants to cry.

Crying leads to punishment,

And her belly explodes with rage."

The room fell into an awkward silence. The children didn't fully grasp the meaning of the poem, though it sounded pleasing when Xiaohua read it aloud. However, questions lingered—who was the "elder sister," and why did her smile make the teacher explode?

All eyes turned to Mu Xiaoxiao. Her face flushed to a deep red, the same shade as red ink. The hand gripping the pointer stick trembled slightly.

Teacher Zhang, the teacher spying from the neighboring class, couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out with laughter—loud and uncontrollable, like a cackling hen. Giggling so hard that she crouched on the floor.

Zhang Qiao gasped, "Oh my, how did I not notice Xiaohua was such a little poet before?"

Even Qin Yi, who had kept a cool and composed demeanor all day, was momentarily caught off guard. She looked at Xiaohua with mild surprise. For the first time, her elegant, icy expression melted into a faint smile. Her smile, soft and radiant, transformed her entire demeanor. The spring breeze seemed dull in comparison to her beauty.

Xiao Lu stood there, utterly entranced, staring at Qin Yi in disbelief.

Mu Xiaoxiao, however, felt as if her very soul was being shredded. The sheer weight of her embarrassment was unbearable. But who could she blame for this social disaster?

It was one of those days—a day that felt anything but bright.

In the end, Xiaohua did get punished with a high-level standing penalty. She stood against the wall, gripping her poem in her hand, lips pressed tightly together.

Qin Yi rolled her wheelchair closer and gave Xiaohua a small glance.

Xiaohua inhaled the faint scent of her perfume, feeling both nervous and shy. She lowered her head, not daring to meet Qin Yi's gaze.