Ten Days End

"It's all my fault for not being careful..." Chen Ting said with a look of annoyance, "I can even drop my new phone on the ground, how can I be so stupid?"

Yes, of course you are stupid, you actually come to provoke me.

Although I don't have Brother Qu to protect me, I am still more than enough to deal with you bitches.

These three painful years are really a deep torture for me.

Not only do I have to learn professional parenting knowledge, but I also have to learn piano and painting.

Seeing those bitches studying so hard, I just feel sick.

How can anyone like these things?

What's the use of painting well? Will others be afraid of you?

What's the use of playing the piano well? Can you make money?

It seems that their lives are like this, sad and pitiful.

There is an essential difference between me and them. I know clearly what I need.

A strong man can save me countless efforts. Now that Brother Qu is gone, I need to find another man.

I met the hooligans at the school gate, but to be honest, they were too timid. They didn't dare to rob me, let alone beat people.

Strong men are particularly hard to find, so I had to choose another way.

That is rich men.

Whether they are lawyers, doctors or bosses, as long as they have money, they are my target.

Whether they are brand-name cosmetics or expensive mobile phones, as long as they have money, it means I have money.

I downloaded a lot of dating apps on my mobile phone and started to choose my prey.

I have to say that this matter is much simpler than I thought.

As a high school student, as long as I take the initiative to make an appointment, those old men can't resist the temptation at all.

I made a lot of money.

Those bitches in the class worked hard to learn knowledge, but in the end they had to work for others. It was really miserable for them.

I can make so much money in just one month, why do I need to work?

I finally bought cosmetics and mobile phones.

Cosmetics can make me more beautiful, and then I can take beautiful photos with my new phone, and I can continue to make more money.

Three years passed quickly, and most of my classmates isolated me. I knew they were just jealous because I could never use up all my cosmetics and I often changed my phone.

Even if I used eyebrow pencils to draw on paper, even if I used foundation to paint on the wall, I would never give them my cosmetics.

After all, I am not the same as them, and I will have a better life than them.

I have not scratched their faces in these three years, which is enough to give them face.

For the rest of my life, I will never have any contact with them, and I don’t need them to accept me at all.

After graduation, I have more time to choose my prey.

But I gradually found that this is not a good thing.

For some reason, most men will only date me once, and the money they give is far from enough for my expenses.

Why can I date so many people when I was a student... but not now?

And why, the people I date are just some poor people?

They didn't even want to give money, thinking that this was a love affair.

Who am I, Xiao Ran?

You want to date me without spending a penny?

After thinking for three days, I got the answer.

It's "identity"!

My current identity is not very good. I am an unemployed vagrant. In this way, wouldn't I become a special "special practitioner"?

Don't be funny, I am different from those who sell themselves. I am educated and much more noble than them.

But what identity should I get for myself?

After thinking about it, I returned home and told the old woman that I wanted to be a kindergarten teacher.

She cried again.

It's really strange. Every time I have a new idea, she will cry.

She held my hand and said that I have grown up and that she will definitely fulfill my wish, even if she has to sell everything.

But I didn't expect that the two of them really sold everything.

The house at home was mortgaged by them.

It is said that my education level is too low. If I want to go to kindergarten, I must spend money to arrange it.

It doesn't matter to me, it's not my money anyway.

As long as I can have a legitimate identity, the next thing will be much easier.

After paying 100,000 yuan to the head of the kindergarten, I successfully became a kindergarten teacher.

I also met my high school classmate, my deskmate, Chen Ting here.

It's just that her identity is different from mine.

She is now a college student and was sent to this kindergarten for internship, but I am already a formal employee.

This is the difference between me and her.

She is not as smart as me. No matter what, she chooses the longest way, but I am different. I will take shortcuts.

"Xiao... Xiao Ran? " Chen Ting had a complicated expression when she saw me. After a moment of silence, she smiled with relief, "I didn't expect to meet you here. You really like children very much, and you finally became a kindergarten teacher."

"Yes." I nodded with a fake smile, "We are the same!"

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

I don't understand what is so noble about these chattering children? They actually need me to take care of them?

During lunch on the first day, I sat at the desk and played with my mobile phone, and by the way, I changed my information. I needed to tell them immediately which kindergarten teacher I was from, so that my information looked full of temptation.

Not long after, Chen Ting pushed the door in, and she showed an unhappy expression at just a glance.

"Hey?" She was stunned for a moment, "Xiao Ran, why don't you take care of the children's meals?"

"What do you need to take care of when eating? "I asked casually without even looking up.

Chen Ting sighed, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the children.

I looked up and saw that most of those annoying children didn't know how to use a spoon. Rice and soup were spilled everywhere. There was also a child who didn't even eat and kept crying in his seat. It was really annoying.

Why don't they just die?

"Okay, okay..." Chen Ting touched the crying little boy and said, "Don't cry, tell the teacher what your name is?"

The little boy whimpered and said something incomprehensible.

"Is your name Chen Moran?" Chen Ting smiled and said, "If you don't cry, the teacher will tell you a secret."

The little boy sniffed a few times and really stopped crying: "What, what secret?"

"Teacher, my last name is Chen too!" Chen Ting slowly picked up the spoon and put it in the little boy's hand, "Do you know? Among all the people with the last name Chen, no one cries when eating, so you have to change it quickly. ”

The little boy stared at Chen Ting blankly without saying anything.

“If you don’t believe me, think about it carefully. Is your father’s last name Chen too?” Chen Ting’s voice was very gentle. Many children in the class quieted down to listen to her. “Does your father not cry when he eats? As a little man, you have to learn to eat by yourself so that you can grow as tall as your father.”

“Well…” The little boy showed a wronged expression and nodded seriously.

Disgusting.

I shook my head. It was really disgusting.