Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 5 How come he still has candy?

In the office, Teacher Chen asked Song Huan some questions about his basic information.

As he answered, he cursed inwardly, "Shouldn't these things be done by the parents? Why are they calling a three-year-old?"

Later, I found out that my father hadn't explained things clearly when I signed up, which made me, his son, have to take the blame.

Fortunately, the questions asked by Teacher Chen weren't anything difficult; they were just things like home address and home phone number.

If you know, say so; if you don't, then forget it.

By the time he finally finished speaking and ran back to the classroom, almost ten minutes had passed.

The classroom was in complete chaos.

The toy box was turned upside down, and the children ran around with all sorts of toys, some crying and some laughing, just like a market.

Song Huan glanced around but didn't see Xiao Yunqing.

He walked to the corner and then he saw it.

Xiao Yunqing sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, holding something in her arms.

It's a robot.

The robot he mentioned casually.

She had her head down, so her expression was obscured, but her shoulders were trembling slightly.

A little girl with a bow in her hair was standing next to her, talking to her.

Song Huan walked over quickly.

He only saw it clearly when he got closer.

Xiao Yunqing's knee was scraped, red, and had a little blood.

His expression changed.

But he didn't squat down immediately.

He heard Xiao Yunqing's innermost thoughts, fragmented and broken, like shattered beads.

[Wang Hao... pushed me...]

The robot... has been retrieved...

Song Huan straightened up and glanced around the classroom.

Wang Hao was standing on the other side of the classroom, holding a toy car, bragging to a boy next to him.

"That Xiao Yunqing, she fell to the ground, hahaha, serves her right! Who told her to try and steal him from me..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A plastic trash can fell from the sky and landed squarely on his head.

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

The trash can at the back of the classroom is for storing waste paper. It's not big, but it doesn't smell very good.

Wang Hao was completely stunned. The toy car fell to the ground, and he frantically rummaged around with both hands, pulling the trash can off his head. There were still a few scraps of paper stuck to his hair.

"Who! Who did this?!"

He turned around, his face flushed.

Song Huan stood behind him, her expression calm.

"You pushed Xiao Yunqing?"

Wang Hao recognized him; he was the boy who always sat with Xiao Yunqing.

A flicker of guilt crossed his face, but he quickly straightened his neck: "She took my toy first! What's wrong with me pushing her!"

Song Huan didn't say anything.

The next second, he kicked Wang Hao in the stomach.

The three-year-old child wasn't very strong, but the kick came suddenly. Wang Hao staggered back two steps, sat down on the ground with a thud, froze for a second, and then burst into tears.

"You hit me! I'm going to tell the teacher! I'm going to tell my mom!"

Song Huan squatted down and looked into his eyes.

"Go ahead and sue."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was steady.

"Teacher Chen is in her office right now, chatting with your mother."

Wang Hao's crying stopped abruptly, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

"What...what did you say?"

"Your mom's here." Song Huan said without changing her expression. "I saw her when I went to the office. Teacher Chen was talking to her about your behavior at kindergarten. Pushing people, snatching toys, bullying girls—she said it all."

Wang Hao's face turned pale instantly.

"You're lying!"

Why would I lie to you?

Song Huan stood up, dusted off her knees, and said, "If you don't believe me, go see for yourself. The office door is open, and your mother is sitting right across from Teacher Chen. She doesn't look too happy."

Wang Hao's lips began to tremble.

He remembered that when he left home that morning, his mother had indeed said, "I'm going to talk to your teacher today."

He didn't pay attention at the time, but now that he thinks about it, a chill runs down his spine.

"If you go and complain now," Song Huan said unhurriedly, "it's perfect, your mother is right there, so the teacher won't have to call. It'll be clearer if you say it face to face."

Wang Hao got up from the ground, his expression changing from anger to fear, and from fear to panic.

He glanced at the classroom door, then at Song Huan, his lips trembled a few times, and suddenly burst into tears again.

This time, the crying wasn't just a prank; it was genuine fear.

"I don't want to! I don't want my mom to come!"

He ran to the back of the classroom while crying, squatted down in a corner, buried his face in his knees like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

The children around them were dumbfounded.

Song Huan ignored him.

He turned around and walked back to Xiao Yunqing.

Xiao Yunqing was still sitting on the ground, looking up at him.

Her eyes were red, her mouth was slightly open, and there were still tear stains on her face.

She saw everything.

Song Huan squatted down and looked at the wound on her knee: "What happened? What happened?"

Xiao Yunqing remained silent.

She picked up the robot from her arms and handed it to him.

"Your... robot."

Her voice was hoarse and trembling with tears, but she stubbornly held them back.

Song Huan was stunned.

He looked at the robot, then at the injury on her knee.

[Your robot...]

He heard only this one sentence from her heart.

again and again.

Song Huan felt something blocking her chest.

He took the robot, and before he could even speak, Xiao Yunqing's tears began to fall.

One, two, three.

She tried desperately to wipe her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.

"I...I got it for you..." she choked out, "Wang Hao...he took it...I got it back..."

"Then he pushed me... I fell... but the robot was fine..."

She spoke while crying, her words fragmented and illogical, but Song Huan understood her.

He understood everything.

He looked at the injury on her knee, her tear-streaked face, and her swollen eyes, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

In his previous life, he lived for over thirty years and saw many people cry. He cried when his girlfriend broke up with him, he cried when his colleague was scolded, and he cried when his friend was drunk.

But no one has ever fallen like this while trying to help him grab a toy, and then told him, "The robot is fine."

"Are you stupid?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Xiao Yunqing raised her head, looking at him with teary eyes.

"You're in this state, who cares about robots?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then her lips trembled and she cried even louder.

"I...I'm afraid you won't get to play..."

I'm afraid you won't be able to play...

[You said you wanted a robot...]

I promised you...

Song Huan took a deep breath.

He put down the robot and reached out to wipe away Xiao Yunqing's tears.

"I didn't say I didn't want robots," he said, "but if you fall, you have to tell me first, okay?"

Xiao Yunqing nodded, sobbing.

"Does it hurt?"

Xiao Yunqing wanted to shake her head, but tears fell again, and in the end she nodded honestly.

"pain……"

Song Huan stood up, looked around, then squatted down, her back to her: "Get on."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned.

"W-what are you doing?"

"To the infirmary," Song Huan said. "Can you even walk?"

Xiao Yunqing looked at his back, tears still streaming down her face.

He carried me on his back...

She hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto Song Huan's back.

[As reliable as Dad.]

Xiao Yunqing couldn't help but think to herself.

Song Huan ignored what she was thinking, and struggled to carry her on her back towards the classroom door.

After taking two steps, he stopped, turned around, picked up the robot from the ground, and stuffed it into Xiao Yunqing's arms.

"Hold me in your arms."

Xiao Yunqing hugged the robot and buried her face in his shoulder.

[robot……]

He gave it to me...

[No, he made me hold him...]

[But he said it's something he likes...]

Hearing her jumbled thoughts, Song Huan couldn't help but say, "Stop overthinking." He added, "This robot is yours."

Xiao Yunqing looked up: "Really?"

"Really," Song Huan said, "What you stole, of course it's yours."

Xiao Yunqing was stunned.

Then she hugged the robot even tighter.

[It's mine.]

Song Huan carried her to the infirmary, listening to her thoughts swirling in her mind.

As he reached the corner of the corridor, he suddenly heard her say something very quietly.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"Thank you."

Song Huan was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time he had heard her say thank you.

It wasn't in my heart, it was spoken aloud.

He turned his head and saw her leaning on his shoulder, her face buried in her arms, only one red ear showing.

"You're welcome," he said.

Xiao Yunqing remained silent.

But when Song Huan heard her innermost thoughts, they were soft and gentle, like a small flower slowly blooming.

[tomorrow……]

I need to bring him milk tomorrow.

Song Huan smiled.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, making it feel warm and cozy.

The school clinic is located to the east of the kindergarten. It is a small building with a row of green plants growing in front of it.

When Song Huan carried Xiao Yunqing inside, there was only an old woman in the room, wearing reading glasses and reading a newspaper.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and froze.

"Oh my goodness!" The old woman put down her newspaper, took off her reading glasses, and stared wide-eyed. "What's going on?"

Song Huan put Xiao Yunqing on a chair and took a breath.

It's quite strenuous to carry someone on your back when they're only three years old.

"She fell," he said. "She scraped her knee."

The old woman walked over, bent down to look at Xiao Yunqing's knees, then looked up at Song Huan with surprise in her eyes.

"Did you carry her here?"

Song Huan nodded.

Are you alone?

Song Huan nodded again.

The old woman looked at Song Huan, then at Xiao Yunqing, and her face lit up with a smile.

"Oh my, you're so young and already know how to take care of people," she said, reaching out to pat Song Huan's head. "Little one, what's your name?"

"Song Huan".

"Song Huan, what a good name," the old woman said with a smile. "You little man, you're sure to amount to something in the future."

Xiao Yunqing sat in the chair, listening to the old woman praise Song Huan, her face gradually turning red.

[Of course he's successful.]

Song Huan heard her inner thoughts and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

The old woman turned to get her first-aid kit, muttering, "I've worked in this school clinic for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen such a young child come in carrying someone on their back. You two must be very close?"

Xiao Yunqing's face turned even redder.

[They have a very good relationship.]

[us……]

She glanced at Song Huan secretly, then quickly lowered her head again.

The old woman returned with her medicine box and squatted down in front of Xiao Yunqing.

"Come on, let Grandma take a look."

She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and gently applied it to Xiao Yunqing's knee.

"hiss."

Xiao Yunqing gasped, her brows furrowing, her small hands instinctively gripping the edge of the chair.

pain.

It hurts.

[Ouch! O ...

But she bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

Song Huan, who was watching from the side, suddenly reached into her pocket and felt around.

Thankfully, there's still one left.

He walked up to Xiao Yunqing and extended his hand.

A White Rabbit candy lies in the palm of my hand.

Xiao Yunqing was stunned.

"Open your mouth," Song Huan said.

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth subconsciously.

Song Huan unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth.

The sweetness melted on her tongue, and Xiao Yunqing's eyes widened instantly.

[sugar……]

[More sweet moments...]

[How come he still has candy...]