032 Is this really a four-year-old child?

Tian Wenhan took An’an’s small hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Fan Lina, who had just finished brushing the little girl’s hair, caught sight of this and immediately pulled out her phone to snap a picture. The children were truly so adorable and innocent; a new, pure friendship had just been born.

"Um, An’an, since you’re new, you haven’t had a chance to tour the classroom yet, right? I’ll take you to our favorite doll corner!"

The classroom was spacious and divided into many different areas. Before music class began, there was a period of free time for the children to explore. Some went to the toy zone, others to the drawing area, and now, Tian Wenhan was leading An’an to the reading nook.

The reading area featured various cute tents—some shaped like mushrooms, others like sunflowers or lotus leaves. Inside, the tents were filled with dolls the children loved, creating an immersive space where they could get lost in books or simply play happily. An’an hadn’t had time to visit this spot that morning. She let out a "wow" and let go of Tian Wenhan’s hand.

There were many picture books inside the tent. Driven by her insatiable curiosity, An’an opened one and began to read. She studied the pictures with great focus, giggling whenever she saw something delightful. She was so absorbed in the book, and her laughter was so contagious, that the other children couldn't help but gather around. Some began to look at the books too, while others crowded near An’an to watch with her. If she turned a page too slowly, they would urge her, "Hurry up, An’an, look at the next page!"

Xia Kexuan sat in a corner where the teachers wouldn't notice her, neither reading nor playing with toys. Gao Feifei, who had been feeling quite pleased after being praised earlier for getting up on time, noticed Xia Kexuan sitting there looking dejected and immediately ran over. "Xuanxuan, what’s wrong? Are you unhappy?" Her gaze followed Xia Kexuan’s, landing on An’an, who was surrounded by the other children. "Is it because Tian Wenhan likes An’an now that you’re upset?"

Xia Kexuan quickly waved her hand. "Feifei, what are you saying? I don’t understand." But her eyes kept drifting toward An’an, the disappointment and sadness in her gaze impossible to hide. Gao Feifei huffed and stood up, looking cross.

The teachers began preparing for the next lesson, but seeing how earnestly the children were playing, they didn't want to interrupt. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the nap room—it was Gao Feifei. "Oh no, teacher! Someone wet the bed!"

The shout was so loud that many children were drawn to the sound. Although they were in the younger class, some had turned four late last year, while others had reached that age in January or February; they were at the stage where they were becoming sensible and developing a sense of shame. To them, wetting the bed was a big deal—a super, super embarrassing ordeal!

Occasionally, children did have accidents at kindergarten, but the teachers usually kept quiet about it to protect their self-esteem. If it was discovered, the teachers would explain that at their age, their bladders weren't fully developed, and it was perfectly normal if they had had too much milk or water before bed.

Fan Lina hurried over and saw a large, conspicuous wet patch on An’an’s bed. Gao Feifei looked thrilled. "This is An’an’s bed, right? An’an still wets the bed! Isn't that shameful?"

An’an, who had been engrossed in her book, was approached by another child. "An’an, you wet the bed! Your bed is all soggy. Why didn't you tell the teacher so she could change your sheets?"

An’an looked confused. "I didn't wet the bed!"

"You did! Lying isn't what good children do!"

An’an decided to go and see for herself. She retorted loudly, "I didn't!"

"You did! Your bed has pee on it!" the child shouted back just as loudly.

An’an felt unhappy. From a young age, she had always been falsely accused by Lin Aifang; even for things she hadn't done, Lin Aifang would pin baseless charges on her just to find an excuse to scold or punish her. An’an clenched her small fists and stood up, fuming.

Tian Wenhan gently tugged at her little dress and patted her head. "An’an, I’ve actually wet the bed before too. It’s not shameful." An’an knew he meant well, but she wouldn't admit to something she hadn't done. "I didn't."

The children gathered around in a flurry. At first, they had thought An’an was amazing because she folded her quilt neatly and claimed she could cook and do chores. They hadn't expected her to wet the bed. Some who had had accidents themselves felt nervous and looked at her with concern. Others felt a sudden sense of closeness, realizing that even the capable An’an could wet the bed, which broke down the distance between them.

Seeing An’an arrive, Gao Feifei laughed with schadenfreude and made a face. "Shame, shame, An’an wet the bed! We’re about to be in the middle class, and you’re still wetting the bed! How embarrassing!"

Fan Lina quickly intervened. "Children, go to your music class. Feifei, you must not mock your classmates. Apologize to An’an."

"Why should I apologize! Just because she wet the bed doesn't mean others can't talk about it! I won't!"

An’an scanned the wet stain on the bed and frowned. "When I made my bed, it wasn't wet. If I had wet the bed, my dress would be wet too, wouldn't it?"

An’an’s reasoning was clear and her logic sound; her ability to counterattack was peerless. Even Xia Kexuan was stunned. Is this really a four-year-old? If it weren't for An’an’s trembling little hands and flushed cheeks, which betrayed that she wasn't as calm as she appeared, Xia Kexuan would have almost thought she was a transmigrator just like herself!

"That’s right! Gao Feifei, why did you say An’an wet the bed? Could it be that you did it?"

"Nonsense! I wouldn't do something like that!" Gao Feifei shouted in anger.

Just then, the sound of fluttering wings filled the air. A blue-feathered pigeon landed on the corridor railing, tilting its head to look at them. An’an, as if she had found a savior, immediately ran toward it. Remembering that she couldn't let others know she could speak to animals, she leaned in close, whispered rapidly to the pigeon, nodded firmly, and then stroked its head.

The other children were filled with envy. "Ah, An’an, how is this pigeon so well-behaved, letting you pet it like that?"

An’an thought it wasn't strange at all; it was just a pigeon. The teacher was also amazed. This pigeon was a local of the kindergarten and known for being particularly clever. It flew around the campus from time to time but never got close to anyone, flying away the moment a child approached. Today, it had actually let An’an pet its head.

"An’an, can you let the pigeon let me pet it too?"

An’an nodded. "Next time. I’m busy right now." She turned to Gao Feifei: "Apologize to me, Gao Feifei. You were the one who wet my sheets and intentionally framed me."