After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was Tang Wenshu's day to go to school. That morning, before dawn, Mei Shuang woke Tang Wenshu up early and told her to get up, wash, and get ready for school. However, for Tang Wenshu, accustomed to the pace of modern life, this was simply torture.

In ancient times, people usually woke up early, but for Tang Wenshu, waking up early was too difficult. So when Mei Shuang came to wake her up, she drowsily answered, then turned over and went back to sleep. Seeing this, Mei Shuang shook her head helplessly and used all her strength, struggling to pull Tang Wenshu out of bed.

Afterwards, Mei Shuang and Mei Xiang worked together, one helping Tang Wenshu sort out her clothes while the other washed her. Throughout the process, Tang Wenshu remained half asleep, only opening her eyes slowly when she was finally tying her hair.

Tang Wenshu then perked up, quickly dressed, pocketed two meat buns, and skipped out the door like a happy rabbit. Behind her followed Mei Shuang, carrying her homework. Every time she took Tang Wenshu to school, Mei Shuang would walk her to the school gate before heading home.

Tang Wenshu had just reached the entrance of the first grade class at the girls' school when the previously quiet room suddenly began to boil, as if water had been dropped into a frying pan. The sisters, both legitimate and illegitimate, seemed to have broken free from the shackles between legitimate and illegitimate children and gathered together to discuss loudly.

"Why is that idiot still coming to school?"

"That's right, she doesn't deserve to be in the same class with us."

"You really don't mind embarrassing yourself."

Tang Wenshu was surrounded by her classmates. They were all filled with righteous indignation, as if Tang Wenshu had committed some unforgivable crime. They all wanted to step on her under their feet to vent their anger.

The main culprit behind all this, Tang Tian, ​​was fanning the flames. "That's right, sister, you're already stupid, why are you still going to school?" She said, looking at Tang Wenshu with a provocative look, her face full of mockery and contempt. Then, she picked up a brush and hurled it at Tang Wenshu.

The ink-soaked brush drew an arc in the air and flew straight towards Tang Wenshu. If the brush hit Tang Wenshu's head or body, her hair and clothes would definitely become dirty, and she would have to go home to change clothes, which would make her late. If she was really late, the teacher would definitely not allow her to enter the class.

However, Tang Wenshu was no longer the girl who allowed herself to be bullied. Just as the brush was about to hit her, she quickly snatched a book from a nearby classmate, nimbly raised it, and easily blocked the brush, sending it flying. This unfortunate classmate was one of the people who had just mocked and slandered her.

Now, Tang Jing not only had to deal with the sudden appearance of flying ink, but also had to face the embarrassing situation of having her books stained by the ink. Under everyone's gaze, the brush drew an elegant arc in the air and landed steadily on Tang Tian's cheek, splashing black ink everywhere, and no one in its path was spared.

"You bitch! You..." Tang Tian's curses hadn't finished yet when, with her mouth full of ink, she began to spit it out. Meanwhile, several other girls quickly grabbed stationery from the table and prepared to hurl it at Tang Jing.

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly rang out at the classroom door: "What do you want to do? Sit down!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ms. Xiu standing at the door, dressed in a beautiful ruqun, with delicate makeup on, and a happy smile on her face. At this moment, she didn't look like a serious teacher about to enter the church and face many students, but more like a love-struck girl who was filled with joy and couldn't wait to see her sweetheart.

Mr. Xiu walked into the classroom and saw the ink marks on Tang Tian's face and body, as well as the ink marks on the skirts of several girls around her.

"Tang Tian! Go back and change your clothes." Mr. Xiu frowned and said to Tang Tian.

Tang Tian stood up indignantly, glared at Tang Jing fiercely, and then quickly walked out of the classroom. However, from beginning to end, no one in the classroom spoke up to help her.

Mr. Xiu walked up to the podium, glanced around the class, and then said calmly, "I've told you before that girls must pay attention to their appearance. So this time, Tang Tian will be deducted 10 points, and Tang Jing and the others will each be deducted 5 points."

They were wailing in their hearts. Etiquette points were not easy to get, and so many were deducted. They had no chance of passing this month. When they thought about the punishment they would face if they failed, they were trembling with fear. However, they did not dare to make a sound at this time. They just hated Tang Wenshu in their hearts.

Ms. Xiu was the strictest. She not only cared about her students' appearance but also maintained strict discipline. If it was another teacher's class, I might still be able to discuss quietly, but with Ms. Xiu, if I spoke, I would lose points—one point for every word I said.

The requirement for each monthly exam is to get 80 points to pass, and Mr. Xiu always warns everyone seriously: "See how many points you can lose!" Therefore, as long as it is Mr. Xiu's class, no one dares to speak easily and can only listen quietly.

After quietly listening to a class, Tang Wenshu felt a little uncomfortable, so she immediately stood up and went to the toilet. After cleaning up, she returned to the classroom.

Breaktime in the first-grade class was usually a bustling time, with students gathering in small groups, discussing various topics. However, Tang Wenshu didn't have the energy to pay attention to these things. She simply wanted to focus on her studies and catch up on her missed lessons as quickly as possible. After all, she had fallen behind for so long, and if she wanted to catch up, she had to work harder.

Despite this, she was still acutely aware of a strange atmosphere around her. She felt as if someone was subtly glancing at her while they were talking, which made her feel very uneasy. It wasn't that she was perceptive; Tang Wenshu wasn't a subtle person to begin with. It was just that her eldest brother had warned her before she came to class, and she felt that leaving the house after class had given someone else time to commit the crime.

She slowly walked towards her seat, her brows furrowed slightly, a sense of doubt and uneasiness rising in her heart. She wondered what tricks they were going to play next, and whether her eight-year-old body could handle it.