Chapter 4

This grand spectacle drew nearby residents out to watch.

"Is that the award-winning teacher Miller?

How generous.

This must cost quite a bit."

"The banner says 'Day One,' so does that mean there'll be a Day Two and Day Three?

What a wonderful teacher, spending her whole salary on students."

"Students these days are so lucky.

We never had these conditions back in our day."

On her way to the office, Miller received numerous admiring and respectful looks.

She felt rather pleased with herself.

Upon seeing me, she cleared her throat pretentiously and criticized condescendingly: "I'll let you pass for today, but you're really being cheap.

Watermelons cost so little.

You could've at least sent king crab or something."

"And you put my name on it, making me too embarrassed to show my face.

Don't do this again next time."

I lowered my posture as much as possible and pleaded quietly: "My daughter was only thirsty and took a sip of water in class, but she has to be punished by buying snacks for the whole school for a year.

Now I've delivered the items, and we've accepted the punishment we deserved.

Please, I'm begging you to let my daughter off the hook."

Hearing this, Miller looked somewhat displeased.

She deliberately held out her empty right hand and impatiently deflected: "Are you even human?

Can't you understand plain English?

I've told you how many times.

It depends on your performance."

I lowered my head, my voice carrying a hint of tears: "I really can't afford the ten-thousand-dollar luxury watch you want.

I'm a single mom, and my daughter depends entirely on me.

Could you please..."

Her wish unfulfilled, Miller exploded in rage and cut me off.

She scolded furiously: "Are you fucking with me?

Don't give me all that useless crap.

Without that watch, you can expect to send snacks for another year!"

"You better think carefully.

As long as your daughter is under my control for even one day, I'll target her for that entire day.

Let's see who outlasts who."

"This time you only sent cheap, crappy watermelons.

Next time it better be king crab, or it doesn't count.

Understand?"

I suddenly raised my phone and pointed it at Miller's face, raising my voice as I cried helplessly, each word filled with anguish: "Please, everyone, help us.

She's trying to drive us mother and daughter into a corner.

Just because I can't afford to give Miller the watch she wants, she's encouraging the whole class to isolate and bully my daughter..."

Miller hadn't expected me to pull this move.

She froze instantly, her expression still frozen in the greedy, ugly look she'd worn while threatening me.

The vast army of internet users didn't disappoint me either.

The livestream's popularity skyrocketed.

Bullet comments rolled past, with netizens cursing angrily: "And she calls herself a teacher?

Taking one sip of water in class means sending snacks for a year.

So if a student bends down to pick up a pen, should they send a house?"

"This person is insane.

Openly demanding gifts, and a ten-thousand-dollar watch at that.

Does she think parents' money grows on trees?"

"Where's the Department of Education?

They need to give us an explanation.

Single mothers raising children work so hard.

How can we feel safe entrusting our kids to schools?"

Miller instinctively covered her face.

After a few seconds, she snapped back to reality and rushed toward me, cursing as she tried to grab my phone.

"Stop!"

An authoritative voice came from the doorway.

"Who the fuck are you to order me around?"

Miller, focused on grabbing the phone, turned back dismissively.

When she saw who it was, her face went pale, and she immediately stopped.

The principal's face was ashen: "Want me to show you my ID?

Should I throw in a box of salmon while I'm at it?"