Seeing her like that, Ling Zhiwei's heart softened.
"Alright, alright, I promise, okay? From now on, I won't show up unless I absolutely have to. Is that good enough for you, you little tyrant?"
Shanshan's face immediately lit up with a smile.
"You're the best, Fourth Brother! When I get into college, I'll treat you to dinner first thing!"
To Shanshan, school was like one long, never-ending festival.
The coursework was simple and fun. Her teacher's lessons were lively and easy to follow, often sprinkled with stories and games.
There was no sense of competition between the students, nor any bullying or silent treatment.
Best of all, her homeroom teacher, Teacher Yang, was an incredibly gentle person.
She often had the students do arts and crafts, like drawing or weaving bracelets.
One time, Teacher Yang even brought in homemade cookies and gave one to every student.
So, every day after school, Shanshan was reluctant to leave, always wanting to stay just a little longer.
