Chapter 4My Mother, the Queen of Simps

And I, inherited all the genetic dregs of my parents.

Famous for simping at school.

Teachers called Dad every few days:

"Your child bought everything in the school store today, said it was for the school hunk."

"Can you discuss with her, leave me a cup of instant noodles? I haven't eaten all day."

Dad was worried.

Couldn't scold, couldn't beat.

Didn't dare tell his wife, could only reduce my allowance.

With no money, I secretly called Mom.

She actually didn't completely ignore me.

Sent me living expenses every day, messaged about my well-being:

"How tall have you grown?"

"What did you get on this exam?"

"Send me the report card."

"Wow, first in class, awesome! Worthy of my daughter."

But never mentioned what she was doing.

Asked her, she said working.

But actually, I knew all about her heroic simp deeds.

I didn't say anything either.

She simps hers, I simp mine.

Mother and daughter on the same path, will eventually simp our way to our own love.

Result? Simping collapsed midway.

That night.

I was sending a voice message to the school bully in a husky voice, asking what he was doing, if he wanted to come to my house, I'd do a backflip for him.

The door was kicked open.

Mom, whom I hadn't seen for three months, appeared in front of me, holding a half-dead punk with yellow hair, eyes burning with rage: "Ava! Lane!"

Scared, I jumped up, skillfully tucking the phone into my waistband: "Mom, Mom, listen to my explanation, the homeroom teacher always targets me, it's not my fault."

"There are so many sleeping in class, dating early, even cooking in the back row, and she doesn't catch them? She insists on catching me to arrange a ghost marriage for the principal? This is bullying..."

Mom: "..."

"What are you doing for the principal?! Ah forget it, marry if you want, but marry someone better! But not this one! Look who this is!"

She threw the yellow-haired punk on the ground.

The punk was caught off guard and fell flat on his face.

Looking up, our eyes met.

In the awkwardness, he suddenly flipped over smoothly like a loach, did ten push-ups with his hands on the ground "heave-ho heave-ho."

Stopped panting, thinking he saved face, lay on his side on the ground, looking up at us smugly.

Mom: "..."

Me, starry-eyed: "Wow!"

Mom's fist hardened, raising her foot to kick him.

I was shocked, rushing to stop her: "Mom, how can you treat my crush like this!"

Mom gritted her teeth: "Ava Lane! Are you blind? Where is this dead Yellow Hair worthy of being a crush?"

The boy reacted instantly to "Yellow Hair," jumping up: "I'm not Yellow Hair! I wanted to dye it green! That damn black shop used expired cheap dye, and it faded to yellow after two washes! Now I can't wash it out! How can you blame me! Why call me dead Yellow Hair!"

Mom: "...What's the difference!"

The boy stiffened his neck: "Of course there's a difference! Green is so vibrant and good-looking! So unique!"

"I didn't want to be yellow hair either, like weeds..."

Talking and talking, it seemed to poke his sore spot, reminding him of sad past events, voice choking: "Blame that black shop, making me laughed at by classmates for days boohoo..."

I don't care about yellow hair or green hair.

I am a superficial face-judger. If you are good-looking, my heart moves, I can simp.

Yellow Hair Caleb is the most handsome guy I picked from the whole school.

High nose bridge, long eyelashes, deep eye sockets, eyes drooping like a puppy.

Although he has some small flaws, like a bad temper, doing nothing all day, talking back to teachers in class, bossing people around during breaks.

Enjoying all offerings from me, the simp, yet still ignoring me.

But so what.

Seeing his beautiful face, I can forgive everything.

Not to mention crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain now.

Even more directly handsome.

Beautiful to tears, heartbreaking for me.

I squatted down, couldn't help wanting to touch his face.

Caleb's dog-like temper started acting up again.

He glared at me: "Don't touch me!"

Mom's temper exploded: "Hey, not letting people touch now? The money my daughter spent on you could book a dozen male models at a club, and you won't even let her touch?"

"Touch him, touch him! Daughter, touch him hard! Rub him bald!"

But my heart skipped a beat.

Looks like my simping for Caleb at school is completely exposed.

Look, it drove Mom crazy.

I comforted her: "It's okay Mom, I did it voluntarily..."

Mom glared at me: "Shut up!"

Then quickly turned her head: "Today, either return the money, or let my daughter touch enough!"

Caleb refused: "Why should..."

But seeing Mom's fierce eyes, wanting to kill him for protecting her calf.

Caleb instantly chickened out.

But almost all the money I gave him went into games, and his own allowance was strictly controlled by his brother because he caused trouble at school every day, leaving him only twenty bucks for cafeteria food.

He was sure if he took out these twenty bucks, Ava Lane's mom might kick his head like a ball.

So he weighed it for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and lowered his head to me: "Touch!"

I was flattered.

Actually, I wanted to touch his fluffy dog-like hair for a long time.

But hair is Caleb's life.

Even his closest brothers would get beaten up if they touched it.

Didn't expect to get it so easily as a simp.

Looks like simps have spring too.

Tears in my eyes, I raised my hand and gently placed it on his head.

Just touched his hair, the boy frowned and "tsked."

Mom, waiting on the side: "Hmm? Dare to bare teeth!"

Then quickly reached out and slapped his face precisely.

Slap.

Smoothed Caleb's dog hair completely.

Didn't dare make a sound again.

Let me rub and rub.

I was touching happily here.

Mom watching on the side felt worse and worse.

Fifty thousand given to this brat without heartache, yet touching him once is a luxury, let alone his usual attitude towards Ava.

Treating her directly as an ATM on call.

And Ava herself acted like she had no pursuit or self-esteem, just touching his head, happy like this.

Won't she be manipulated and bullied at will in the future?

No.

Can't go on like this.

It must be because I usually focused almost entirely on Jason, neglecting my daughter's education. Spending too little time with my daughter caused this situation.

Not too late now, can still change.

As for Dad, that useless guy.

CEO my ass, can't even educate a child well.

Mom sneered, still have to do it myself.