This matter just passed like that.

Only Josephine knows how miserable she was.

The appeal was definitely unsuccessful and was criticized again. The evidence was conclusive, making it impossible for her to refute.

Not only that, her teaching qualification was also revoked, and she could no longer work in public schools. Even in better private schools, she couldn't get in without a teaching certificate.

She didn't want to go to remote mountain areas or very unregulated small private schools, which were extremely chaotic and had very poor academic performance.

Josephine disappeared in the vast sea of people like this, and no one ever knew her whereabouts.

Susie happily carried her little backpack to school.

Life returned to normal, occasionally only a few brothers and sisters played together. Most of the children in the class had simple, enthusiastic, and kind personalities, and they quickly became familiar with Susie. Susie made several friends.

As they had just finished school that day, they saw a person blocking their way home.

Susie was surprised and said, "How did you get here?"

Standing in front is Brett.

He came to pick up his sister, while he himself had already started junior high school.

The younger sister, who had already started primary school, was still being held dear by him.

Wade muttered, "Still want to be carried even though you're so big..."

Brett gave him a cold look.

He used to go out often, and his younger sister grew up quickly. When she got a little bigger, it became inconvenient for him to carry her. Now he is happy to carry her more.

Susie didn't have much fondness for Brett. Indeed, for Sara, he was the best person in the world, and it was precisely because of this that Susie resisted the urge to beat Brett up.

After all, the act of plotting against others and pushing them into the abyss for one's own chance of survival is truly despicable.

"We walked," Hamza took Susie's hand and walked straight ahead, expressionless.

As they were about to pass each other, Brett couldn't help but say, "Susie, did you see that waterfall down there this time? The one hanging on the steep cliff..."

During this period of time, he did not find any resources that could help him improve his cultivation and level.

The water of the icy pond was not enough, and it was becoming less effective for him. It could only be used to restore his energy.

He could no longer sit and wait for death.

Susie raised an eyebrow, with a hint of her father's roguishness inside her, and said, "So what if I saw it?"

Brett's eyes flashed with a glimmer, and he immediately asked, "Did you get it?"

Susie nodded, "Yeah, I got it. What's up?"

Brett let go of Sara and instead held her hand, while he stared intensely at Susie.

"Can you sell me a little?" he said, "Any price is fine!"

Susie was surprised. Oh wow, the tone was quite bold.

"How much money will do?" she looked at Brett suspiciously.

It wasn't that she judged people by their appearance... In fact, she quietly pinched her fingers and realized that he wasn't someone destined for wealth and prosperity!

Brett saw Susie asking and felt a glimmer of hope, could this be... a chance?

He said confidently, "Yes, you name your price."

Susie raised one finger.

Brett was about to ask if it was one billion or...

But she saw her raised finger shake and said, "I won't sell it! I won't sell it for any amount of money! I won't be your friend or do business with you."

After saying that, he hummed and walked away with an arrogant attitude.

Brett: "..."

Play him?!

He was very angry, with a furious expression on his face, but soon he quickly regained his composure, although his face remained cold and unattractive.

"Brother?" Sara squeezed his hand.

Brett took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm fine. Are you hungry? We won't cook today, I'll take you to McDonald's."

Sara was instantly happy and exclaimed, "Great!"

Brett smiled and picked up Sara before leaving.

In the distance, a few parents were standing at the school gate, including Pablo's mother and a few others from the small group.

They warmly greeted the new homeroom teacher, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then bid farewell to the teacher with enthusiasm.

Turning around, I saw Susie and a few others confronting Brett. Susie seemed to have raised a finger, but it was not clear, perhaps it was her middle finger?

Immediately after, Brett's face turned ugly, but when faced with his sister, he quickly forced a smile.

"Those kids bullied someone again," Pablo's Mom said.

Another parent surnamed Yang sneered and said, "These few are just taking advantage of their siblings all being in the same school to bully others everywhere."

Pablo's mom said, "I told you so, the kind of upbringing determines the kind of child. Susie, that older sister, is like a little troublemaker, always getting into fights... And as for Susie, she's only a few years old and already knows how to flip people off."

The third parent, also a woman, sighed, "That child is so pitiful. I know him, his name seems to be Brett, and he is an orphan... He has always been taking care of his younger sister by himself, often working part-time jobs to support both his sister and himself."

Brett would often disappear for periods of time, claiming to be out earning money. He would also mention that child labor laws prevented him from discussing it, so he would keep it a secret from everyone in order to support his family.

"He was truly pitiful and understanding, which made people feel sorry for him. This society is just so realistic, as child labor is not allowed in work. It is evident that the tasks he went to do were not easy."

After some discussion, a few parents felt sorry for Brett on one hand, but on the other hand, they felt that Susie and her friends were bullying people.

Pablo's Mom suddenly said, "By the way, I noticed that our new homeroom teacher seems to walk home. It must be so hard for her, having to wake up early every morning to come and teach the children. How about we gather in the group and pool our money to buy her an electric car?"

Y's father said, "I think it's feasible. A tram costs only one or two thousand dollars, and if we share the cost, it's only 50 dollars per person..."

The whole class's intention, the electric car that everyone raised funds to buy for the teacher in order to improve teaching efficiency, was openly and fairly announced in the group.

Is this over?