Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

The little guy stood on tiptoe, and immediately responded crisply: "Okay~"

"Pfft." Teacher Xu was amused by this friendly interaction.

After saying goodbye to the siblings, she bent down slightly and held the child's hand, leading him into the class.

At that time, there were already a group of little radish heads chatting in the kindergarten at that time, and even Ye Sang heard a group of second-generation ancestors posing in the class as if they did not recognize their relatives, showing off their father crazily there.

"My father is the mayor!! There are countless servants in the house!"

"Ha, my father is the richest man, and the family is rich."

"What are you guys? My father is the president, surrounded by fat, swallows and thin, surrounded by beauties!" This is the unconvinced roar of a brat.

"..."

Listening to the group of little radish heads showing their identities excitedly one by one, Mr. Xu held his forehead and sighed slightly.

They are all small ancestors.

Let's hope this new little guy calms down a bit.

Otherwise, their school would have to be demolished.

In fact, basically none of the children who come to Jiyue School are from low family background.

Either rich or powerful.

They are all spoiled rich second-generation official second-generation, and now they get together, of course to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.

"Kids, be quiet." Teacher Xu took the little girl with one hand, cleared his throat slightly, and signaled the group of children who were blushing and thick-necked to calm down, "I believe everyone knew just now, right?"

"We have a new student in our class."

Teacher Xu introduced with a smile: "The kid's name is Ye Sang. He is five years old and is the same age as you."

She lowered her head and asked softly, "Sangsang, can you come and say hello to your classmates?"

"Okay." The little guy put his little hands behind his back, his dimples were full of sweetness.

She softly stared at her toes, and introduced in a milky voice: "My name is Ye Sang~"

"Hi there."

The little girl looked a little shy with her head down.

Little Luobotou, who was arguing non-stop, heard the soft milk voice, paused, turned his head and stopped at the same time.

"Yesang?"

"Surnamed Ye? Is it Ye Niannian's family?"

"do not know……"

Little Luobotou sighed, "She looks so cute."

Another little boy snorted coldly, "It's useless to be cute, if she dares to compete with me for the first place like Ye Niannian, she will be finished."

Large classes are tested at regular intervals.

The little boy who spoke was named Su Ruirui, and he was the first in every test in the class.

Xiaobawang is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid of failing the exam.

Once you fail the exam and go home, you have to experience the mixed doubles of parents' socialism, as well as the pocket money that was ruthlessly deducted.

"Ye Niannian was killed last time, this time the same surname Ye also wants to fight with me, right?" Kid Su Ruirui stared at Ye Sang with a pair of round eyes, a little unfriendly.

The little boy next to him patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be an adult to comfort him, "Don't worry, she's just a little girl. Ye Niannian's family is a scholarly family, so it's understandable to study better~"

"Ye Sang is nothing to be afraid of~"

Su Ruirui snorted coldly, still looking at Ye Sang unkindly.

"Is she keeping her head down because she's afraid of me?"

"Coward." He muttered, "It's as annoying as Shen Yan'an."

The little guy who was staring at his toes in a daze heard the words and tilted his head. Coincidentally, he heard Su Ruirui's "coward" Ye Sang blinked, raised his head and looked in his direction blankly.

The little girl had cat eyes curved like water grapes, and Yuxue's cute appearance made a group of children exclaim.

Su Ruirui was also dumbfounded. He blinked and said blankly, "Well, she seems to be better looking than Shen Yan'an."

What is our identity?

Little radishheads: the rich second generation, the second official generation, and the air every day

What is our empty number?

Little radish heads: Make trouble! ! !

It's probably a group of rich and powerful brats in their daily lives~

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