Qingning Kindergarten.
Under a delicate artificial hill by the classroom corridor, a rustling sound broke the silence.
A little boy carrying a blue backpack looked up at the three male classmates who had brought him here: "What do you want?"
He had almond-shaped eyes and skin so tender and smooth that a light touch might leave a faint mark.
Despite his adorably soft and sweet appearance, he carried himself like a little adult, his face rigid and devoid of any extra emotion.
"Hey, why won't you talk to us?" The ringleader, a boy taller than the little one, spoke aggressively.
He looked fierce, half-raising a fist as if ready to hit at any moment.
"I'm not called 'hey.'" The little boy straightened his spine, showing no fear of the fist waving in front of him.
"Then what's your name?"
"Shi Yiyu."
"What a stupid name!" The tall boy sneered harshly, giving him a shove as he added, "From now on, whenever you see me, you better talk to me. Got it?"
