Chapter 200: Pure Evil
"It's all my own carelessness..." Chen Ting said with a look of chagrin. "I dropped my brand new phone. How could I be so stupid?"
Yes, of course you're stupid. Stupid enough to come provoke me.
Even though I no longer have Brother Qu protecting me, dealing with trash like you is still more than enough.
These three years of suffering have been a deep torture for me.
Not only did I have to study professional childcare knowledge, I even had to learn piano and painting.
Watching those bitches study so hard just made me feel nauseous.
How could anyone like these things?
What's the use of painting well? Will others be afraid of you?
What's the point of playing the piano well? Can you make money from it?
Looks like that's all their lives amount to. Pathetic. Pitiful.
I'm fundamentally different from them. I know exactly what I need.
A powerful man can save me from countless struggles. Since Brother Qu is gone, I need to find another man.
I got acquainted with the punks near the school gate, but honestly, they're all too cowardly. I told them to commit robbery and they didn't dare, let alone beat someone up.
Powerful men are especially hard to find, so I had to choose another path.
That is, rich men.
Whether they're lawyers, doctors, or bosses, as long as they have money, they're my targets.
Whether it's high-end cosmetics or expensive phones, as long as they have money, that means I have money.
I downloaded many dating apps on my phone and started selecting my prey.
I have to say, this was much easier than I imagined.
As a high school girl, as long as I took the initiative to make a date, those old men simply couldn't resist the temptation.
I made a lot of money.
Those bitches in my class study their asses off only to end up working for someone else. When you think about it, they're so pitiful.
I can make this much money in just one month, so why would I need to work?
I finally bought cosmetics and a phone.
Cosmetics can make me more beautiful, and then I can take pretty pictures with my new phone and continue making even more money.
Three years passed quickly. Most of my classmates isolated me, but I know they were just jealous because my cosmetics were endless and my phone was always the newest model.
Even if I used an eyebrow pencil to draw on paper, even if I smeared foundation on the walls for fun, I would never give my cosmetics to them.
After all, I'm not the same kind of person as them. I'm going to have a better life than them.
Not slashing their faces these past three years was already me doing them a huge favor.
From now on, I'll have nothing to do with them for the rest of my life. I don't need their acceptance.
After graduation, I had more time to pick my prey.
But I gradually realized this wasn't such a good thing.
For some reason, most men only dated me once, and the money they gave was far from enough for my expenses.
Why was I able to date so many people when I was a student... but not now?
And why are the ones I date now all just poor bastards?
They don't even want to pay, thinking this is a romantic relationship.
Who does Xiao Ran think I am?
Want to date me without spending a single cent?
After three days of thinking, I figured it out.
It's the "status"!
My current status isn't good. I'm unemployed. Wouldn't that make me a dedicated "special practitioner"?
Don't make me laugh. I'm not like those tarts who sell themselves. I'm educated. I'm much nobler than them.
But what kind of status should I give myself?
After much thought, I went home and told the old woman I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher.
She cried again.
It's really strange. Every time I have a new idea, she cries.
She held my hand, said I'd grown up, said she would definitely fulfill my wish even if it meant selling everything we had.
But I didn't expect them to actually sell everything.
Our house was mortgaged.
Apparently my education level was too low. If I wanted to get into a kindergarten, I had to spend money to grease the wheels.
That didn't matter to me. It wasn't my money anyway.
As long as I could get a legitimate status, things would be much easier from there.
After paying the kindergarten principal a hundred thousand yuan, I successfully became a kindergarten teacher.
And here I also met my high school classmate, my deskmate, Chen Ting.
Only her status is different from mine.
She's a junior college student now, sent to this kindergarten for an internship, while I'm already a formal employee.
That's the difference between her and me.
She's not as smart as me. No matter what, she always chooses the longest path. But I'm different. I take shortcuts.
"Xiao... Xiao Ran?" Chen Ting had a complicated expression when she saw me. After a moment of silence, she still revealed a relieved smile. "I never thought I'd meet you here. You really do like children after all, finally becoming a kindergarten teacher."
"Yeah." I smiled fakely and nodded. "We're both the same!"
On the first day of work, Chen Ting and I were assigned to the same small class. I was in charge, and she was my assistant.
I don't understand what's so special about these noisy little brats. Do they really need me to take care of them?
At lunch on the first day, I sat by the teacher's desk playing on my phone, taking the opportunity to update my profile. I needed to immediately tell them which kindergarten I worked at, making my profile look seductive.
Before long, Chen Ting pushed open the door. She took one look and immediately showed a displeased expression.
"Huh?" She was stunned. "Xiao Ran, how come you're not looking after the kids while they eat?"
"What's there to look after about eating?" I didn't even lift my head, asking casually.
Chen Ting sighed, quickly rolled up her sleeves, and walked toward the kids.
I looked up. Most of those annoying children couldn't even use a spoon properly. Rice grains and soup were spilled everywhere. There was even a kid who wasn't eating at all, just sitting in his seat crying. So annoying.
Why don't they just die?
"There, there..." Chen Ting patted the little boy who was crying loudly. "Don't cry. Tell teacher, what's your name?"
The little boy blubbered something unintelligible.
"Your name is Chen Moran?" Chen Ting said with a smile. "If you don't cry, teacher will tell you a secret, okay?"
The little boy sniffled a few times and finally stopped crying. "Wh-what secret?"
"Teacher's last name is Chen too!" Chen Ting slowly picked up the spoon and placed it in the little boy's hand. "You know what? Among all the people with the last name Chen, none of them cry while eating. So you need to change that too."
The little boy stared blankly at Chen Ting, not saying a word.
"If you don't believe me, think about it carefully. Isn't your dad's last name Chen too?" Chen Ting's voice was very gentle. Many of the kids in the class quieted down to listen to her. "Does your dad cry when he eats? As a little man, you need to learn to eat by yourself, so you can grow up to be as tall as your dad."
"Mmm..." The little boy looked aggrieved but nodded seriously.
Disgusting.
I shook my head. Truly disgusting.