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

Chapter 4 Your Robot

On the morning of the third day, when Song Huan was dragged out of bed by her mother again, she had already resigned herself to her fate.

Even a three-year-old has a hard life, having to get up as early as an ox or a horse.

He still squinted while brushing his teeth, still squinted while eating breakfast, and still squinted while being led to kindergarten by his mother.

Another thing happened yesterday: our homeroom teacher, Ms. Chen, has already assigned seats.

Fortunately, Xiao Yunqing and Song Huan were arranged to be together.

So much so that yesterday afternoon, this little girl's face was unusually not cold; she was all smiles.

When Song Huan reached the classroom door, she regained consciousness.

It wasn't for any other reason than that he saw a bottle of milk on his seat.

The white bottle, printed with colorful foreign words, clearly wasn't made in China.

Xiao Yunqing sat beside him, pretending to look out the window.

But her true feelings had already betrayed her.

[Did he see it? Did he see it? Did he see it?]

[Was my placement too obvious?]

[Should I take it back? No, taking it back would be even stranger.]

Song Huan suppressed a laugh and walked over to sit down.

"morning."

"Mmm," Xiao Yunqing responded softly, her eyes still fixed on the view outside the window.

[Look at the milk! Look at the milk!!]

Song Huan deliberately ignored the milk and asked, "The weather is really nice today."

Xiao Yunqing's lips twitched.

[What's so interesting about the weather?! Look at the milk!!]

"Yes," she said, her voice muffled.

Song Huan continued to suppress her laughter, took out a picture book from her schoolbag, and began to flip through it.

[Oh no, is he blind?!]

Xiao Yunqing finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to push the milk a centimeter towards him.

Song Huan pretended not to notice.

She pushed it another centimeter.

Still no response.

Push it another centimeter, and the milk bottle touched Song Huan's arm.

Song Huan then looked down and exclaimed, "Huh, whose milk is this on my desk?"

Xiao Yunqing immediately turned her face to the window, her ears turning red.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe...maybe someone put it in the wrong place."

[It was me who put it there! It was me who put it there! It was me who put it there!!]

Song Huan picked up the milk bottle and looked at it.

Goodness, it's an imported product.

In his previous life, he lived for over thirty years and had hardly ever drunk imported milk.

Now, a three-year-old girl can just casually pull out a bottle.

Xiao Yunqing's family is indeed well-off.

"Then what should we do?" Song Huan asked deliberately, "If we put it in the wrong place, should we return it to the teacher?"

Xiao Yunqing turned her head sharply: "No way!"

Then, realizing she had overreacted, she turned her face away and whispered, "What if, what if that child didn't want to drink it and was giving it to you on purpose?"

[You drink, you drink, you drink!!]

Song Huan couldn't help but laugh.

"Then I'll drink it?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

Song Huan unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

Yes, it is indeed a bit more fragrant than the domestic ones.

Is this the legendary apple milk? I think Hu Zi will like it.

As he drank his milk, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Yunqing secretly watching him.

Seeing him drink, the corners of her mouth gradually turned up, like a kitten that had stolen a fish.

[I drank it all!!]

Song Huan put down the milk bottle and looked at her: "It tastes pretty good."

Xiao Yunqing immediately turned her face back and pretended to look out the window.

"As long as it tastes good."

But her ears turned even redder.

And her little feet, dangling under the chair.

……

During the morning activity period, Teacher Chen said that she would distribute toys in the classroom.

Each child can choose one toy they like to take home.

Teacher Chen moved the toy box to the front of the classroom, clapped her hands, and said, "Children, I have something to do right now. Please line up and choose your toys one by one. Once you've chosen, go back to your seats. Don't rush. Can you do that?"

"Yes—!" the children answered, drawing out their voices.

While Song Huan was still thinking about which toy to choose, Teacher Chen suddenly walked over, bent down and said to him, "Little Song Huan, come to my office with me. We need to check your enrollment information."

Song Huan was taken aback.

What are the admission requirements?

Does this kind of thing require a three-year-old to verify?

What could a three-year-old know?

But he still stood up, ready to go with the teacher.

Just as I took a step, someone tugged at the hem of my clothes.

He turned around and saw Xiao Yunqing looking at him.

"What...what toy do you want to choose?" she asked softly.

Song Huan casually replied, "A robot, I guess."

Xiao Yunqing nodded and released her grip.

Song Huan followed the teacher.

As he reached the door, he glanced back.

Xiao Yunqing was sitting in her seat, her mouth opening and closing as if she were reciting something.

He pricked up his ears to hear what was on her mind.

[Robot...robot...robot...]

Song Huan paused for a moment, then smiled.

This silly girl.

……

As soon as Teacher Chen left with Song Huan, the classroom erupted into chaos.

The children had long forgotten the word "queue" and rushed towards the toy box, crowding together in a dense mass.

Xiao Yunqing then stood up and walked towards the group.

But she was too short, and there were tall people in front of her; she couldn't squeeze in at all.

[Robot...robot...robot...]

She muttered to herself, her small body straining forward.

"Teacher Chen said not to push!" a child shouted from the front.

Nobody listened.

The toy box was packed with children, who were pushing and shoving each other, grabbing things inside.

Xiao Yunqing finally managed to squeeze to the edge and stood on tiptoe to look inside.

The toys were piled up haphazardly together: toy cars, dolls, building blocks, balls...

She saw it.

At the very bottom, there is a blue robot.

[robot!!]

Xiao Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she reached out to grab it.

But my arms are too short to reach it.

Almost there!

She leaned forward, but still couldn't reach it.

A tall boy next to him grabbed the car.

Another girl took the doll.

The robot is still down there.

Xiao Yunqing panicked and leaned into the box. Finally, her finger touched the robot's head.

She grabbed it and pulled it out.

It's out!

Xiao Yunqing hugged the robot, a smile on her face.

[Got it! Got it! Got it!!]

Just as she was about to leave the crowd, she suddenly felt the robot in her hand being pulled by a strong force.

She looked up.

Wang Hao!

The chubby boy was holding onto the robot's other leg and glaring at her.

"This is mine!" Wang Hao said.

Xiao Yunqing was stunned.

"I got it first," she said softly, but her hand didn't loosen its grip.

"I saw it first!" Wang Hao pulled hard.

Xiao Yunqing was almost pulled down, but she held on to the robot tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Let go!"

"Don't loosen it!"

The two remained locked in a stalemate.

The other children stopped fighting over the toys and gathered around to watch the excitement.

Wang Hao's face turned bright red. He was half a head taller and a size bigger than Xiao Yunqing, and no one had ever dared to take anything from him.

"What are you doing playing with robots, you girl?" he yelled.

Xiao Yunqing pursed her lips and remained silent.

But she still wouldn't let go.

Wang Hao got annoyed and pulled hard.

Xiao Yunqing was pulled forward and fell, her knees hitting the ground.

The sound was loud, a "thump".

She fell down.

My knee slammed against the edge of the toy box, and it stung terribly.

But she was still holding the robot tightly in her arms.

Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, not expecting to pull her down.

But he still stubbornly insisted, "Hmph, serves you right! Who told you to steal my toy!"

Xiao Yunqing sat on the ground, head down, looking at her knees.

The skin is broken.

It's red, with a few streaks of blood.

pain.

But she bit her lip and didn't cry.

[Don't cry...]

[Mom said I can't cry...]

She slowly raised her head and looked at Wang Hao, her eyes red, but without a single tear.

"This is my robot," she said, her voice trembling slightly but very earnestly.

Wang Hao felt a little uneasy under her gaze.

"You...you're about to cry!" he yelled. "I'm not going to fight someone who's about to cry!"

After taking a couple of steps, she turned back and said disdainfully, "Girls are such a hassle, always crying!"

Xiao Yunqing held the robot without saying a word.

She didn't cry.

She really didn't cry.

But her eyes were already red.

A little girl with a bow in her hair came over, squatted down, and asked, "Are you alright? Do you want me to call your teacher?"

Xiao Yunqing shook her head.

"Need not."

She hugged the robot and slowly stood up.

My knees hurt so much.

But she endured the pain, limping to a corner, and sat down against the wall.

She placed the robot on her lap and examined it closely.

Thankfully, it wasn't broken.

[robot……]

[His robot...]

She hugged the robot to her chest, looked down, and stared at her scraped knees.

When is he coming back...?