Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

Chapter 1389 - 1430: Bullied in Kindergarten

The little one sat quietly in the corner, the classroom was bustling, the children were chattering and playing in a group, but the little one was staring blankly out the window.

When class was over, the children rushed out, each running out of the classroom to play.

The little one sat alone by the slide, watching the children play and laugh loudly, quietly.

"An’an, let’s go play."

A little girl with white, cute little braids wearing a dress ran over to invite him.

The little one looked at her, didn’t speak, turned his head and looked elsewhere, with a look of loneliness.

The little girl squatted down in front of him, leaning her face to look at him.

The little one turned his face away.

"What’s wrong with you?" the little girl asked him.

The little one moved his small mouth, as if to speak, but before he could, the little girl was called away by someone else.

The little one watched the little girl run off to play with others, his long eyelashes drooped as he lowered his head.

A pair of feet with Spider-Man cartoon patterns appeared in his sight, the little one instinctively looked up and met the eyes of a little boy who was sweaty from playing.

The little one saw the boy’s face clearly, his expression changed immediately, clearly startled.

Sure enough, the next moment, the little boy, without a word, reached out to poke his eyes, the little one frightened, dodged immediately.

Seeing he missed, the little boy made a funny face at him, then mischievously ran away, saying, "Monster."

The little one watched the boy run away, saying nothing.

After a while, he lowered his head again, his mood obviously worse than before.

In the kindergarten, there were always little boys trying to poke his eyes, that boy just now often poked him, many times poking the corner of his eye, other children copied him, and that "monster" was also coined by him.

Jun Moyan left the principal’s office, and as he passed by the place where the children were playing, he saw the little one sitting alone in the corner.

He stood there watching the little one for a long time.

He noticed that besides occasionally lifting his head to look around, the little one didn’t do much else, just sat there with his little head drooping, either plucking grass from the lawn to play with or fiddling with the hem of his own clothes.

No other children came to invite him to play, and he showed no enthusiasm for playing with other children.

He had just asked the principal and teachers about the little one’s situation, and they all uniformly said the little one was well-behaved and quiet, with no other issues.

This is what they called well-behaved and quiet.

Clearly isolated and not fitting in.

"That uncle just now was so handsome, and so tall."

"I saw him too. I wonder whose dad he is. None of the other kids’ dads are as handsome as he is."

"My dad has clothes just like his, but my dad doesn’t look as good wearing them. My dad’s belly is so big."

A few children were chattering about something.

In the afternoon, after school, the little one carried his backpack and, like the other children, said goodbye to the teacher, then quietly walked towards the kindergarten gate.

There were many adults standing at the kindergarten gate; the little one’s eyes passed over their faces.

Among these parents who came to pick up their children, most were mothers, or family drivers, housekeepers, quite a few fathers, or both parents came to pick them up together.

Listening to the children calling out for their parents, the little one continued to watch, unhurriedly walking out the gate.