Saisi held Luo Qi, watching coldly as the elders of the Mo clan took the person away. The way Mo Li looked at Luo Qi just now had filled him with a sense of dread.
It wasn't a look that would harm Luo Qi, but it was as if it would do something more chilling than harm.
It was as if they wanted to knead Luo Qi into a ball, flatten him, stuff him into their mouths, and swallow him whole.
As this thought inevitably arose, a surge of violence erupted within Saisi, wanting to dig out Mo Li's eyeballs and crush his corpse into an endless abyss.
Luo Qi was also frightened by Mo Li's earlier demeanor, sticking limply to Saisi's embrace. "Dad, what exactly is going on?"
Saisi gently stroked Luo Qi's head, his touch as soft as clouds.
"It's nothing, Luo Luo, don't be afraid, Dad is here."
In the light, faint pink scale dust was still dancing in the air. Originally warm colors, they inexplicably exuded a chill.
Saisi sighed and said to Teacher Xiao Zhao, "Luo Luo was frightened today. Teacher Xiao Zhao, I'll take Luo Luo back now."
Teacher Xiao Zhao had already been thoroughly shaken by the series of events, her face pale and her words faltering. "Ah, yes... yes."
Xiao Heng frowned and looked at Saisi, clearly sensing that something was amiss. After a moment's thought, he cupped his fist towards Saisi, with Xiao Xingxing beside him.
"Your Majesty of the Insect Race, if you need anything, please let me know."
He rubbed Xiao Xingxing's furry ear, willing to trust someone who would help his little wolf.
Saisi let out a soft laugh. "Thank you."
Xiao Heng cupped his fist again, which amused Luo Qi enough to chuckle. Xiao Xingxing's father was also very interesting, much like the martial artists he had seen on television.
The martial artist and his little wolf cub returned to the Beastman Star, and Chi Huo followed along. Ye Mu naturally returned to the Insect Star with Luo Qi.
Teacher Xiao Zhao sighed, rubbing her forehead as she walked towards the principal's office.
Now, on the very first day of the new semester, one student was sent home, one was frightened, one fell on their backside, and two little tag-alongs followed.
What was going on? She, the esteemed homeroom teacher of Bella's Flower Class! Was there anyone! Who! Took! Her! Seriously!
It seemed not, QAQ.
Teacher Xiao Zhao tremblingly entered the principal's office, offering a weak smile. "Principal, just now..."
The principal of Bella Kindergarten seemed to have been laughing for a long time, his face flushed red. Seeing Teacher Xiao Zhao enter, he directly raised his hand to stop her.
"Alright, I already know."
Teacher Xiao Zhao sighed. "Principal, why aren't you worried at all?"
The principal, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, showed no trace of worry. He simply pressed a button again, and the screen before him displayed the image of Luo Qi seemingly kicking Mo Li away.
"Worried about what?"
Teacher Xiao Zhao frowned. "But this is no longer a simple conflict between children. What if..."
The principal continued to smile, his hands crossed and resting on the desk. "Have you forgotten where we are?"
Teacher Xiao Zhao replied suggestively, "It's a kindergarten."
The principal nodded. "Yes. Since it's a kindergarten, no matter how big the matter, it's just a child's dispute within the kindergarten. We don't need to interfere.
However, regarding the Mo clan, you'll need to ask that child in a few days if he will still be coming to class."
Teacher Xiao Zhao was still puzzled. "After all this, why would he still come?"
The principal raised an eyebrow. "In your class, how many children are genuinely here to attend school?"
*
Recently, a minor incident occurred in the interstellar community. The young patriarch of the Mo clan went to Bella Kindergarten, but for some unknown reason, he was called by his parents on the first day.
It wouldn't have been much, but the Mo clan patriarch, upon visiting, seemed to have been possessed by some sort of madness, constantly clamoring to go to the Insect Star to follow the little Insect Prince.
However, these matters were kept strictly under wraps by the elders of the Mo clan. Except for those with keen ears and eyes, most people were unaware and unconcerned.
Mo Jue was mentally exhausted. After four or five days, Mo Li finally regained consciousness, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, looking as if he had swallowed flies all day.
He then had to deal with the restless elders of the Mo clan, their expressions gloomy and uncertain for several days. The Mo clan became even more terrified, and a sense of unease permeated the air.