Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

"Your dad is so awesome!"

"Did he make this himself?"

"It must be very expensive."

"I\'m going to ask my dad to make one too."

The classmates excitedly chimed in one after another.

The teacher, with a wooden expression, thought to herself that if all their dads did this, the corridor wouldn\'t be able to hold them.

The teacher sighed and asked, "Zhang Ruoshui, how are we going to put this... on the podium?"

Not to mention the podium, even getting it through the door was a problem.

The others couldn\'t help but turn their heads to stare at Xiao Ya.

Xiao Ya had also considered whether to dismantle half of the classroom wall to let the item in, and then invite everyone to admire it together.

But considering that after dismantling the wall, she would have to pay to repair it, the stingy Xiao Ya gave up.

So, at three o\'clock that afternoon.

The entire class eventually gathered on the spacious playground to admire the handmade item together.

Xiao Ya even demonstrated a small mechanism of the sphere right there.

"Click," the sound of the mechanism working rang out.

This time, what popped out wasn\'t a machine gun.

But a small bear.

"Wow!" The classmates were amazed by the ingenious idea that the globe could open and pop something out.

But when they saw the bear with a three-lobed mouth.

And the three-lobed mouth split open.

Just like the puppet in the horror movie "Dead Silence."

The words that had reached their lips instantly turned into: "—What an ugly bear!"

Xiao Ya, standing on the teacher\'s shoulders, reached up and pressed the bear\'s nose.

The bear\'s mouth suddenly opened even wider, spewing out petals and candies.

They rained down on the teacher\'s face.

The classmates, looking up with wide eyes, "wow"ed again.

"The bear is vomiting! The bear is vomiting!" They exclaimed in shock and horror.

The teacher, numb, rubbed her face. What is this, nightmares tonight...

That day, Xiao Ya sent Ke Muning a long text message.

She told him:

『Your handmade assignment was very impressive, they were all stunned』

『It\'s the best among all the assignments』

『The teacher will put it in the school\'s exhibition hall for others to visit』

Ke Muning quickly replied, asking: 『In the exhibition hall? Does that mean it\'s very good?』

Xiao Ya told him: 『Yes』

『And everyone will see the globe Ke Muning made for me』

Ke Muning was very happy to hear this and immediately told her enthusiastically: 『If there\'s another assignment, I\'ll help you with it again』

...no need.

Xiao Ya quickly typed: 『No, your eyes are all red from staying up, don\'t do it anymore.』

『Okay, I\'ll listen to you.』

Faced with the child\'s considerate concern, the master craftsman Ke Muning could only reluctantly retire with a sweet heart.

After sending the message, Xiao Ya called the principal and asked, "I want to put something in the school\'s exhibition hall, how much should I pay?"

In the end, after some bargaining, Xiao Ya paid a monthly fee of 3000 yuan and successfully had it placed in the most prominent position in the hall.

In the years that followed, it became a topic of conversation for every new batch of students...

*

Wei Wenyi was awakened by the sun and slowly sat up in bed, pressing the button next to the bed as she did so.

Wei Wenjuan knocked on the door outside and then wheeled in, asking, "Did you still see those monsters last night?"

Wei Wenyi shook her head, "Call and ask Xiao Ya. I\'m leaving, will she be scared, will she see monsters?"

Wei Wenjuan made the call as instructed.

Despite the time difference, the phone was quickly answered.

The child\'s voice had gradually lost its childishness, becoming more crisp.

"Auntie, I didn\'t have nightmares, and I didn\'t see those monsters."

"Auntie, are you adjusting well at Uncle Er\'s place?" The child even turned the tables to care for her.

Wei Wenyi\'s face showed a slight smile, "It\'s very good here."

"Okay, Auntie bye, I\'m going to eat."

Wei Wenyi put away her phone, standing there for a while, then couldn\'t help but knock on her head.

"Seems like I forgot something."

Wei Wenyi had basically recovered, able to accept the fact that her father and sister were no longer there, knowing that Xiao Ya was her niece.

But her memory would still be a bit worse.

Whenever this happened, she couldn\'t help but knock on her head.

Wei Wenjuan comforted her, "What can be forgotten is naturally not important."

Wei Wenyi nodded and said, "Let\'s go. If the negotiating party still refuses to change their attitude today, I\'ll gouge out one of their eyes."

Wei Wenyi spoke calmly, "After all, I\'m mentally ill."

This clever use made Wei Wenyi\'s mentality incredibly stable and strong.

She was not only like a normal person but also like a very powerful, terrifyingly powerful person.

Even Wei Wenjuan couldn\'t help but rub her forehead, "Yesterday, someone on the dark web opened a bet."

"What did they bet on?"

"On whether you or Ke Muning is crazier now."

Wei Wenyi thought for a moment and said, "Aren\'t both of us for Xiao Ya? What\'s the point of betting?"

"Yes, so they all agreed that life is unbearable."

"..."

In China.

Xiao Ya had dinner with Grandpa Zhang.

Old Mr. Zhang had silver hair, but in recent years, it seemed to be turning black again.

He was in high spirits, with fewer worries. Back then, Qin Sui\'s father was worried that Old Mr. Zhang wouldn\'t last a few more years.

But no one expected that since Xiao Ya was recognized, Old Mr. Zhang\'s health had actually improved, his eyes opening wider every day.

"Come, Grandpa will take you to school," Old Mr. Zhang said, walking beside Xiao Ya with a cane.

As they walked, he also said, "Your Uncle Xun Yuan knitted a scarf, take it to your Uncle Er another day. Your Uncle Er is working abroad, and now your Auntie is there too, leaving only him to manage things at home, it\'s not easy."

Xiao Ya nodded obediently at the words.

They took the subway, not driving because the road was too congested.

After getting out of the subway, Xiao Ya spoke up, "Grandpa, we went the wrong way."

Old Mr. Zhang laughed and patted his forehead, "Oh right, our good girl is going to middle school now."

Just as Xiao Ya had told Sheng Yuxiao at the time.

A few years pass quickly.

In a flash, she was going to start seventh grade, today being the first day of the new semester. Zhou Xiaoshu, because of her poor grades, was separated from Xiao Ya, but An Ying continued to be in the same class with her.

As they entered the classroom, most of the faces were unfamiliar.

It was the first day of school, so the classroom was inevitably noisy.

However, after Xiao Ya walked in, it strangely quieted down.

They all turned their heads, curiously examining Xiao Ya.

The child had grown a lot taller, her features somewhat matured.

Girls develop earlier, and the little girl standing there with her schoolbag already had a touch of gracefulness.

"So pretty," someone whispered.

And the girl\'s temperament was completely different from those around her.

It had a magic that made people fix their eyes on her and couldn\'t look away.

"Looks like a good student," someone else whispered in summary.

The girl looked too well-behaved.

By the end of the first class, Xiao Ya had received many small notes.

An Ying sat beside Xiao Ya, helping her open a folded note.

『Can we be friends?』

An Ying lowered her eyes, thinking why should you be able to be Xiao Ya\'s friend just because you said so?

She had just managed to become Xiao Ya\'s friend, and now she didn\'t allow others to do the same...

An Ying was still reflecting on herself when Xiao Ya had already opened the next note.

"Can you give me your QQ number?" Xiao Ya read out loud and asked An Ying, "What do they want this for?"

The next note was asking for her phone number.

Another asked where she lived, suggesting they go to school together.

Aliali: 674876fac4f3f33ac4792c05

Xiao Ya was puzzled, "Why don\'t they just ask directly?"

An Ying knew the answer, she whispered, "Because they\'ve grown up."

"People should grow up to be more courageous," Xiao Ya whispered.

An Ying thought in her heart, but many people are completely the opposite.

Only Xiao Ya isn\'t.

By the end of the day, Xiao Ya had received not only notes but also some snacks.

Things like melon seeds, bubble gum, imported biscuits, and chocolate balls... filled her backpack to the brim.

Xiao Ya asked An Ying, "Do they also want me to be their boss?"

This looked like a tribute.

An Ying felt something was off, but she couldn\'t quite put her finger on it.