Chapter 89: Conspicuous Bags for Parents

Chapter 89

Fifteen minutes later, outside the gate of Kyoto Kindergarten.

"Ruochu, say goodbye to grandpa, grandma, and dad."

The kindergarten teacher held Ji Ruochu's little hand, barely maintaining the smile on her face.

"Goodbye grandpa and grandma." Ji Ruochu waved goodbye to the smiling Ji elders like a soulless beckoning cat.

Then she turned her head to look at her dad, King Ji, who had calmed down.

"Goodbye, dad."

The once overbearing King Ji was being restrained by the Ji elders on both sides, and could only show a smile uglier than crying. Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

"Dear daughter..."

"It's time for class, parents please stay, we will notify you in the group chat when school is over in the evening!"

Afraid that this dad would make another scene, the teacher immediately said.

Seeing this, the other teachers also quickened their pace to coax the reluctant children into the school gate.

Even the chubby boy who was crying his heart out was directly picked up by the male teacher and taken into the school gate during a sob.

In the blink of an eye, only a group of parents were left staring at each other blankly at the school gate.

The Ji elders ignored the onlookers and expressionlessly led their eye-catching son, the "striking bag in the parent community", towards the parking lot.

Only when they got into the car and closed the windows did the Ji elders heave a sigh of relief.

Damn, never in their lives had they lost face like this!

It was even more embarrassing than when they went to the parent-teacher meeting for Ji Mochen who was the worst in their grade back then!

"I should've expected no less from you..."

You were an embarrassment to your parents when you were little, now you are an embarrassment to your daughter when you grew up, really impressive!

It wasn't until the school's New Year Gala during his fourth grade.

Taking advantage when he went backstage to change, the kids who often bullied Ji Mochen swarmed in with various princess dresses they had prepared beforehand.

A few kids just over ten years old beamed their brightest smiles as they forcibly put lipstick and blush on Ji Mochen.

Ji Mochen’s class was about to go on stage to perform, yet these kids still didn’t stop. Holding a camera, they pointed to a dozen dresses,

Telling him that if he didn’t try on every single dress, they wouldn't let him out.

They thought the usually docile Ji Mochen would obediently put on the clothes as usual and allow them to take pictures.

But Ji Mochen didn't. Seeing the cameras in their hands, he knew that if he put them on today, not only himself, but the face of the entire Ji family would be lost by him.

He was already useless for not being able to contribute to his family, how could he still humiliate such outstanding family members?

Yet there was only one of him. In the end, more than a dozen kids with malicious intent forced him to start changing clothes.

At that moment, as he stared at the door closing shut, child Ji Mochen understood for the first time what despair meant.

He thought of the teachers who had turned a blind eye until now instead of stopping them;

He thought of the humiliation his parents and brothers would suffer because of him in the future;

He thought of how all his classmates and teachers would look at him in the future...

The boy who had been forcibly stripped of his suit jacket eventually couldn't hold back his tears.

However, his tears did not arouse their sympathy, on the contrary, it excited them even more.

A group of kids enthusiastically snapped pictures of Ji Mochen's pitiful tear-stained face.

"Look at him cry, he looks even more like a girl!"

"Hahahaha......"

"He's such a crybaby, why don't we just call him sister Mochen from now on, sister Mochen?"