027 Started Chatting with the Little Piggy

"Teacher Fang, my tummy hurts."

Teacher Fang, who was very fond of Xia Kexuan, grew anxious upon hearing this. "Do you need to go to the bathroom? Or did you eat something that upset your stomach? Let me take you to the school infirmary."

Xia Kexuan hurriedly replied, "No, no, I just need to go to the restroom. Teacher Fang, could you please take me there?"

After informing the other teachers, Teacher Fang led Xia Kexuan away.

Upon returning to the classroom, Xia Kexuan rubbed her stomach and her brow smoothed out. "Teacher Fang, my tummy doesn't hurt anymore. You can go back to your work now."

"All right then, you just rest here."

"Okay, I'll be a good girl." Xia Kexuan watched Teacher Fang leave before walking into the classroom.

"Xia Kexuan is back!"

"Xia Kexuan, these are imported chocolate milk candies my dad bought for me. I saved two for you; would you like them?"

Xia Kexuan was very popular in class, and the other children often brought her small snacks and gifts. Her class was Sunflower Class 5, and their class emblem was a sunflower.

Xia Kexuan curled her lip in disdain. While her body was only four years old, her mind certainly was not. Nevertheless, she accepted the candies and thanked the boy sweetly, "Thank you. I will treasure them."

The little chubby boy, Tian Wenhan, immediately blushed.

Just then, Qu Bowen, who was peering down from the second-floor railing, shouted excitedly, "Wow, our kindergarten has a new student transferring! Look here, look here, little girl, look over here!"

Hearing someone calling, An'an looked toward the sound and saw Qu Bowen through the clear glass. He was pressing his face so hard against the glass that his features were becoming distorted.

An'an, who was touring the campus with Principal Hu, couldn't help but giggle when she saw him.

"Daddy, there's a little pig."

Principal Hu wondered how there could be a pig when they hadn't even reached the campus farm yet. Following An'an's gaze, she spotted the little rascal from Sunflower Class 5, Qu Bowen.

With his face squashed against the glass, his nose looked just like a piglet's snout. He really did look like a little pig.

Principal Hu couldn't help but laugh out loud. "That little boy is Qu Bowen from Sunflower Class 5; he's a very mischievous child."

Qu Bowen jumped up—he had excellent spring—and waved enthusiastically. "Principal Mom, is this the new student? Can she come to our class? Hello! My name is Qu Bowen. Welcome to our Sunflower Class 5!"

An'an had never met such an enthusiastic child. She couldn't help but smile, her ears perking up as she noted the name: Sunflower Class 5.

An'an waved back, mimicking his gesture. "My name is An'an, Shen Nian'an."

The school was vast. After touring the main campus, they took a shuttle to the agricultural base. An'an noticed a small pot-bellied pig lying there, looking lethargic, and her little brow furrowed. She walked over to the fence and began talking to the piglet.

"Little Fragrant One, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Principal Hu explained, "This piglet hasn't been eating much since the day before yesterday. The children are all very worried. We had a veterinarian check it, but they said there’s nothing wrong."

As An'an continued to talk to the piglet, Principal Hu found the little girl incredibly endearing. Many children talked to the animals and flowers, and Principal Hu would occasionally join in to ask what they were discussing. Some children would tell the pig not to eat too much or they'd get fat, others would ask the peacock when it would display its feathers, and some would introduce themselves to the fish every seven seconds to ensure they weren't forgotten. Principal Hu thought nothing of An'an chatting with the piglet.

An'an nodded vigorously as she spoke. "Uh-huh, I understand. Okay, I will tell Principal Mom, don't you worry."

Principal Hu squatted down and couldn't resist taking her small hand. "An'an, what were you talking to the piglet about? What did it tell you?"

"Principal Mom," An'an said in her soft, milky voice, repeating it, "Principal Mom." She had never called anyone "Mom," and since the title included the word, she savored saying it again.

"Yes, I'm here, I'm listening."

"Little Fragrant One says you locked up the Little Prickles, and it misses its friend. That's why it doesn't want to eat; it's going on a hunger strike because it wants to starve itself."

An'an then turned to lecture the piglet with a stern little face, "If you starve to death, you'll never see your Little Prickles again. You must eat your food; maybe one day you'll be able to see Little Prickles again."

The piglet seemed unhappy with the lecture, grunting and turning its head away.

Principal Hu suddenly realized something. "An'an, is the 'Little Prickles' you mentioned a hedgehog?"

"Yes."

Principal Hu was shocked and instinctively looked at Shen Zhihan.

Shen Zhihan explained, "I saw in your records that the piglet was kept with a hedgehog. An'an saw them and liked them; she said they must be best friends."

A teacher accompanying them immediately made a call. "The children in Senior Class 6 are studying hedgehog habits in science class and took the hedgehog with them. I'll have someone bring it over right away."

An'an urged, "Bring it quickly! The Little Fragrant One is so hungry, if it keeps going like this, it will die."

When the hedgehog arrived, it entered the piglet's pen and immediately scurried toward the piglet like a little ball of needles. It gently nudged the piglet’s nose with its spines. A miracle happened: the piglet, which had been lying there listlessly, stood up, wagged its tail, and trotted toward An'an with happy grunts.

An'an reached in, and the piglet nudged her hand with its snout, making An'an giggle with delight. Once the girl and the pig had finished playing, the piglet went to its food bowl and began to eat with gusto.

An'an waved at it, "Goodbye, Little Fragrant One, I'll come visit you again."

Principal Hu was overjoyed. This meant An'an had decided to enroll in their school, right?

An hour later, the tour concluded. Shen Zhihan squatted down and asked, "An'an, have you decided to attend kindergarten here? There are other schools we could visit before making a decision."

"Daddy, I like it here very much. I want to go to Sunflower Class 5. I want to be classmates with Qu Bowen." An'an tugged at his hand. "Daddy, I want to go to Class 5 right now!"

Shen Zhihan felt a complicated mix of emotions. "You don't want to be with Daddy anymore?"