Chapter 200 Pure Evil
"It's all my fault..." Chen Ting said with an annoyed look on her face, "The newly bought mobile phone can even fall to the ground. Why am I so stupid?"
Yes, of course you are stupid, you actually came to provoke me.
Although I don’t have Brother Qu to protect me anymore, I’m still more than enough to deal with bitches like you.
These painful three years were a deep torture for me.
Not only do I have to learn professional parenting knowledge, I even have to learn piano and painting.
Seeing those bitches working so hard makes me feel sick to my stomach. .🅆.
How could anyone like these things?
What's the use of drawing well? Are others afraid of you?
So what if you play the piano well? can earn money?
It seems that their lives are like this, sad and pitiful.
There is an essential difference between me and them. I know exactly what I need.
A strong man can save me countless efforts. Now that Brother Qu is gone, I need to find another man.
I got acquainted with the gangsters at the school gate, but to be honest, they were all too timid. I asked them to rob me, let alone beat them.
Strong men are extremely hard to find, so I had to choose another path.
That's a rich man.
Whether it's a lawyer, a doctor or a boss, as long as they have money, that's my goal.
Whether it's brand-name cosmetics or expensive mobile phones, as long as they have money, it means I have money.
I downloaded a bunch of dating apps on my phone and started picking my prey.
I have to say, this is much simpler than I thought.
As a high school student, as long as I take the initiative to date, those old men can't resist the temptation.
I made a lot of money.
Those bitches in the class worked hard to learn knowledge, and in the end they had to work for others. Thinking about it this way, they were really miserable.
I can earn so much in just one month
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Money, why do you need to work?
I finally bought cosmetics and a mobile phone.
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 have passed quickly, and most of my classmates are isolating me. I know they are just jealous because I can't use up all my cosmetics and my mobile phone is often replaced.
Even if I use an eyebrow pencil to draw on paper, even if I use foundation to paint on the wall, I can't give them my cosmetics.
After all, I am not the same person as them, and I will have a better life than them.
I haven't scratched their faces in the past three years, so I've given them enough face.
For the rest of my life, I will have nothing to do with them, and I don't need them to accept me at all.
After graduation, I had more time to choose my prey.
But I gradually discovered that this was not a good thing.
For some reason, most men would only date me once, and the money they offered me was nowhere near enough to cover my expenses.
Why was it that I could date so many people when I was a student...but not now?
And why, all I date are poor guys?
They don't even want to give money, thinking it's a relationship.
Who am I, Xiao Ran?
You want to fall in love with me without spending a penny?
After thinking for three days, I came up with the answer.
It’s “identity”!
My current status is not very good. I am an unemployed vagrant. In this case, wouldn’t I become a specialized “special practitioner”?
Don't be ridiculous, I'm different from those bitches who come out to sell. I'm educated and I'm much nobler than them.
But what identity should I get for myself?
After much thought, I returned home and told the old woman that I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher.
She cried again.
It's really weird, every time I have a new idea, she cries.
She held my hand and told me that I had grown up and that she would fulfill my wishes, even if it meant selling the iron.
But I didn't expect that the two of them were really trying to sell the iron. 🄲
The family's house was mortgaged by them.
It was said that my academic qualifications were too low and that if I wanted to enter kindergarten, I would have to spend money on it.
It doesn't matter to me, it's not my money.
As long as I can have a legitimate identity, the next thing will be much easier to handle.
After paying 100,000 yuan to the principal, I successfully became a kindergarten teacher.
I also met my high school classmate and 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 as an intern, but I am already a regular employee.
That's the difference between me and her.
She is not as smart as me, and she always chooses the furthest path no matter what, but I am different, I take shortcuts.
"Xiao...Xiao Ran?" Chen Ting had a complicated expression when she saw me. After being silent for a while, she still showed a relieved smile, "I really didn't expect to meet you here. You really like children. Eventually I became a kindergarten teacher.”
"Yeah." I nodded with a fake smile, "We are all 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 assisting.
I don’t understand what’s so noble about these chirping kids? They actually need me to take care of them?
At lunch on the first day, I sat at the desk
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Playing with my mobile phone and changing my information by the way. I need to tell them immediately which kindergarten teacher I am to make my information look tempting.
Not long after, Chen Ting opened the door and came in. She only took a glance and showed an unhappy expression.
"Huh?" She was stunned for a moment, "Xiao Ran, why don't you care about the children eating?"
"What do you need to worry about when eating?" I asked casually without raising my head.
Chen Ting sighed, quickly rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the children.
I looked up and saw that most of the annoying children didn't know how to use a spoon. Rice grains and vegetable soup were spilled everywhere. There was also a child who didn't even eat and kept sitting in his seat crying. He was really annoyed.
Why don't they 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 whined and said something he couldn't understand.
"Is your name Chen Ranran?" Chen Ting said with a smile, "If you don't cry, the teacher will tell you a secret."
The little boy sniffed a few times, and then he stopped crying: "What, what secret?"
"Teacher, my surname is Chen too!" Chen Ting slowly picked up the spoon and put it in the little boy's hand, "Did you know? Among all the people surnamed Chen, no one cries when eating, so you have to hurry up too Change it.”
The little boy looked at Chen Ting blankly and said nothing.
"If you don't believe me, think about it carefully. Is your father's surname also Chen?" Chen Ting's voice was very gentle. Many children in the class quieted down to listen to her. "Doesn't your father not cry when eating?" As a little man, you must learn to feed yourself so that you can grow as tall as your father."
"Well..." The little boy showed an aggrieved expression and nodded seriously.
nausea.
I shook my head, it was so disgusting.