Before long, the bus started moving towards the Western Suburb Zoo.
The thing Lin Yu had been worried about didn’t even get a chance to happen.
It had been a long time since he’d personally experienced the energy of elementary school students.
Especially kids around ten years old—they were just… well…
They were like falling into a pit of frogs!
"Teacher, can we drink the water in front of the seats?"
Tang Yimian: "Yes, those are prepared for you."
"Teacher, can we go to the bathroom on the way?"
Fang Xinran: "It’s only half an hour, we’ll be there soon. Didn’t you go when we organized the bathroom break earlier?"
"Teacher, Zhang Zihan took my chips!"
Tang Yimian: "No grabbing things. Give the chips back to Liu Zihan. And no eating on the bus—only drinking water is allowed."
"Teacher, can I watch my tablet for a bit?"
Fang Xinran: "No, put the tablet away. We’ll play some music for you later."
"Teacher, can I use my smartwatch on the bus?"
Tang Yimian: "Heh, better not."
"Teacher…"
"Teacher…"
"…"
Lin Yu had thought that, having been reborn in this life, he was past the age of impatience and could calmly handle anything.
However.
After just a few minutes on the bus.
His fists clenched an average of 6.8 times per minute.
It was like having a fishbone stuck in his throat, thorns at his back, needles under his seat…
At this point, he didn’t just understand Teacher Tang—he worshipped her!
What kind of mental fortitude did it take to face one bizarre question after another with a smile every single time?
Fortunately.
The chaos didn’t last too long. Once the music started playing, the kids gradually quieted down.
"When difficulties come your way~ raise your left hand high~"
"The left hand stands for direction~ it won’t bow to the fight~"
"…"
In an instant.
The bus was filled with the sound of children singing in unison.
Boys and girls alike, without a trace of shyness or hesitation.
Everyone was belting it out with gusto.
Lin Yu watched the scene…
Kids these days really were different from when he was young.
They lacked some of the strict discipline of "a stern teacher produces outstanding students,"
But they had more of that bold, confident, free-spirited energy.
"When you face a setback~ raise your right hand high~"
"The right hand stands for hope~ it won’t fret over strife~"
Lin Yu turned to his side: "???"
Maomao, hands braced on the seat, immediately looked back at him:
"Was I not supposed to sing?"
"Big Sister Tang said everyone should sing loudly."
"I thought we were all supposed to join in."
Maomao blinked innocently, just like the elementary schoolers, without a shred of embarrassment.
Sigh.
In that moment.
Lin Yu truly felt old.
No matter how many times he was reborn, he could never match Maomao’s pure, unfiltered enthusiasm.
Lin Yu replied:
"Of course you should sing along."
"I’m just surprised you sound so good."
Maomao: "Thanks. Then why aren’t you singing?"
Lin Yu: "This song isn’t really my style."
A gleam flashed in Maomao’s eyes: "Yu… do you not know the lyrics?"
Now.
A competitive spark lit up Maomao’s face.
Like she’d finally found a question she knew the answer to—but Lin Yu didn’t.
Tch.
Now his temper was flaring.
He wasn’t the combative type, but he refused to be looked down on by a baby-faced kid!
Lin Yu’s face reddened:
"When your hand holds mine tight~ we’ll feel our strength unite~"
"…"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your heavenly voice leaves the outer sect disciple stunned!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
Maomao smirked:
"Yu, you sing really well."
Lin Yu: "…"
Damn you, Maomao!
If the system knew that his first display of divine power after gaining his abilities…
Had been wasted on a nursery rhyme.
It might just revoke his skills out of sheer embarrassment and let them rot in the archives.
As he hummed along.
The little boy sitting in front of Maomao suddenly knelt on his seat and poked his head over:
"Which class are you in? I’ve never seen you before."
"Why are you wearing a teacher’s red vest? It’s way too big for you."
Lin Yu: "Pfft—"
Maomao: "…"
Seeing Maomao shrink down in silence.
The boy grew even more eager, reaching out his hand:
"Have you seen this? My mom bought me this smartwatch."
"It can play music and send messages to my mom."
"Wanna see?"
"But if you want to play with it, you have to tell me which class you’re in and your name."
Lin Yu was stunned.
Kids these days were something else. Seriously next-level.
Lin Yu, never one to pass up a chance to stir the pot, chimed in:
"Hey, kid, he’s asking you a question. Cat got your tongue?"
Maomao sighed and pulled out her phone, looking up at the boy:
"What’s your name?"
The boy’s eyes sparkled at the sight of the phone:
"Whoa, you have a phone?!"
"I’m Tan Haoxuan, Class 1, Grade 4."
Maomao quickly tapped away on her phone.
Lin Yu: "???"
No way.
This girl was taking overkill to new heights!
Using the Thirty-Six Heavenly Tactics… on a child?!
"Buzz, buzz!"
In less than half a minute.
The boy’s watch lit up, and he proudly announced:
"Look! My mom sent me a message… cool, right?"
But after reading the message, his head instantly vanished behind the seat.
Lin Yu couldn’t resist asking: "What did you send?"
Maomao replied calmly: "Nothing complicated. Just a message in his mom’s tone: 'Your teacher just told me you’re misbehaving on the bus?'"
Simple, yet brutally effective.
The half-hour bus ride.
Tang Yimian and Fang Xinran spent twenty of those minutes maintaining order.
Only in the last ten minutes.
Did they finally sit down to rest—one at the front, one at the back.
Tang Yimian, of course, came to the last row and sat beside Lin Yu and Maomao.
Lin Yu: "Senior, being an elementary school teacher is no joke. I really admire you."
Tang Yimian waved it off:
"Junior Lin Yu, you have no idea. This isn’t even the hard part. Once we get off the bus, the real battle begins. Sigh… enjoy this last moment of peace before the war."
Lin Yu reassured her:
"Don’t worry, Senior."
"Maomao and I will help you keep an eye on them."
"Not a single student will be left behind."
"You can…"
Before he could finish.
Soft, even breathing came from beside him.
She was asleep. Peacefully.
Lin Yu: "…"
Maomao: "Such an impressive skill!"
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