033 An'an Fights Back, Fierce and Adorable

"Framing" was a word An'an had learned from the blue pigeon. She had given the bird a name—Little Blue—and since the bird hadn't objected, the name was happily settled.

Gao Feifei's face turned frantic. "What are you spouting! It wasn't me! Why would I do such a thing?"

"Who knows! I don't care why you did it. You did something bad, it made me very unhappy, and so you must apologize."

"No, no, no, no!" Gao Feifei shrieked, her voice sharp enough to pierce an eardrum.

Fan Lina hurried to soothe the situation. "An'an, how are you sure it was Feifei? Did you see it? Or did another child see it?"

An'an instinctively glanced at Little Blue. Her little face was puffed up with indignation. "I just know. Gao Feifei used a cup to pour water on my bed, and then insisted on saying I wet it. Even if I did wet the bed, so what? What child hasn't wet the bed when they were little? The teachers probably did too when they were small! Go ask your moms and dads, see if they dare say they never wet the bed! Is that something worth shouting and mocking people over?"

As she spoke, An'an began to feel aggrieved. Thinking of how Lin Aifang had whipped her for wetting the bed previously, tears began to fall, plop by plop. An'an cried quietly, her eyes wide and stubborn, tears pooling in her sockets before rolling down like pearls.

Since arriving at Class Five today, An'an had adjusted well, always smiling and getting along perfectly with the other children. Seeing her cry, the others seemed to be reminded of something, and some began to feel sad along with her. Gao Feifei, in particular, was stunned. She hadn't really done *that* much, had she? Why was An'an crying?

Fan Lina felt a pang of sympathy; the child was clearly wronged. Although there was no concrete evidence, her inner scales had already tipped in favor of An'an.

An'an stared fixedly at Gao Feifei. "Are you going to apologize?"

"Feifei, if you did it, just apologize. Wetting the bed is no big deal."

Another child spoke up, "I actually wet the bed the day before yesterday."

"Me too, I wet the bed yesterday. My mom scolded me."

"My mom didn't scold me. She said the same thing as An'an! She said what child doesn't wet the bed? It’ll stop when we get older! I just drank too much milk that day; I'll just drink less before bed from now on. An'an is so amazing!"

The mood shifted instantly. Everyone stood by An'an's side; even if she had wet the bed, no child would dare mock her for it now.

Xia Kexuan stepped forward then. "Feifei, I actually saw it. You were the one who took the water cup and poured it onto An'an's bedsheet. Stop being stubborn and just apologize to her."

"Ah, so it really was Gao Feifei!"

"My mom says if you do something wrong, you have to admit it, apologize, and do better next time."

"Look, she doesn't even want to apologize."

"Why did she do that? Was she trying to make An'an lose face?"

Children are simple and frank; they say what they think without worrying about social nuances. Hearing the discussion, Gao Feifei had been on the verge of apologizing, but when Xia Kexuan stepped forward to point her out, she felt a sting of betrayal. She felt as if the whole world had turned against her. Glaring viciously at An'an, she shoved her. "I won't! I won't! I just won't!"

An'an stumbled back from the push, her waist hitting the bed guardrail. The pain made her face crumple, and her eyes grew even redder. Fan Lina rushed over to pull her up. "An'an, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

An'an shook off the teacher's hand, grabbed the wet bedsheet, and chased after Gao Feifei. She threw the wet sheet directly over Gao Feifei's face and pounced on her ferociously.

"Ah! An'an hit me! Wuu wuu wuu..." Gao Feifei, already feeling wronged, burst into loud sobs.

The classroom fell into chaos. Fan Lina was torn between being annoyed and amused. She hadn't expected the seemingly well-behaved An'an to be so fierce when angered. The other teachers rushed over to separate them. Gao Feifei was sobbing breathlessly.

An'an said with a "milk-fierce" tone, "What are you crying for! You're the one who poured the water! It wasn't real pee!"

Gao Feifei was choked by the remark, hiccuping through her sobs, "So what if I poured the water? I'm just not apologizing."

Well, the little one had confessed without even being asked. An'an huffed; that was enough. The other children looked at An'an with starry eyes—she was so cool! Gao Feifei was the classroom bully, and every child had been targeted by her at some point. No one expected An'an to put her in her place on her very first day. It was a beautiful counterattack!

Because of the conflict, the music lesson was changed to a free activity period. An'an continued reading her picture book, while Tian Wenhan drew. He kept glancing at An'an's direction before bowing his head to work on his paper.

Ten minutes later, Tian Wenhan took his drawing to An'an. Several children were sitting around her, reading together. Tian Wenhan was a bit shy. "An'an, I drew a picture. I want to give it to you."

Gao Feifei liked Tian Wenhan, and she hadn't expected him to get so close to An'an. Gao Feifei was also chubby, and she felt she had common ground with the equally chubby Tian Wenhan—like their shared love for delicious food! Previously, Tian Wenhan had only liked Xia Kexuan, but now that An'an had arrived, he was all about her. Hmph, what a fickle boy!

"Okay, thank you." An'an took the drawing with both hands and looked at it carefully. The picture showed several children sitting together reading, and in the middle, wearing a light pink dress, was An'an.

An'an recognized herself by the outfit. "Wow, is this me?"

The other children identified themselves too. "This is me!" "And this one is me!"

An'an's eyes sparkled. "Tian Wenhan, you're amazing! You draw so well! You'll definitely be a great artist when you grow up!"

Tian Wenhan blushed at the praise. Children love to cheer each other on, and once one praised him, the others followed. "Yeah, yeah, it's so good! Tian Wenhan, you're a great artist."

It was the first time so many children had gathered around, making Tian Wenhan the center of attention with constant exclamations of wonder. Gao Feifei stretched her neck to see, and when she realized she wasn't in the picture, she pouted. It wasn't good at all, it was bad! Gao Feifei intentionally played the contrarian.

An'an’s eyes rolled around; she beckoned Tian Wenhan over, and as he leaned in, she whispered something in his ear.