He was wearing a type of clothing that Jian Ning had never seen in the Empire before, and he was stomping around in small leather boots. His face was somewhat good-looking, but his expression was unfriendly.

“Change the slogan.”

As soon as he arrived, he ordered the group of little kids in front of him to change their slogan.

His voice still had a hint of contempt in its childish tone: “The little kids from your empire are all useless. You shouldn't be shouting this slogan.”

The tone of his speech and his blond hair immediately identified him for Jian Ning - Wagner.

This was Wagner from the Federation.

Jian Ning clenched his fists and stood in front of the group of little kids.

“The little kids from the empire are not useless!”

Jian Ning said angrily, “Uncle Principal said that I should fight you! I'll make you cry!”

Although Jian Ning's father and uncles had taught him a lot of self-defense, they always reminded him not to fight carelessly.

Dad said, “Little children should be polite!”

But the little child in front of him was too impolite, and Jian Ning pulled his face, no longer wanting to be polite to him. (T/N: 'Pulled his face' - idiom that means to show a displeased or sulky expression.)

When Wagner heard the little carrot head in front of him say that he wanted to fight him, he looked at the somewhat gloomy little face and sneered.

“You... you still want to fight me?”

Wagner looked at the bottle hanging around his neck with malicious intent. “A little kid who hasn't been weaned yet. Do you want me to throw your bottle away?”

There was no milk powder in the bottle hanging around Jian Ning's neck. After Uncle Andre knew that he still couldn't give up formula milk easily, he gave him the bottle, but it was filled with sweet water.

The uncles in the kitchen made a special sweet soup for Ningning!

Ningning could move around, but his milk bottle should not!

Threatened with his milk bottle, Ningning's eyes began to burn with anger.

As the two little kids were about to fight, Teacher Lily hurried over to stop them. She picked up the sulking little child and comforted him gently. “Ningning, our combat class is about to start. Shall we go to the class now?”

Under the gentle persuasion of Teacher Lily, Jian Ning hugged his own baby bottle and went to the combat class.

Before the combat class, Jian Ning wore all kinds of protective gear.

He was paired with another little boy with a red head, and Teacher Lily put him in the front to avoid conflict with Wagner, who had not yet left.

“Ningning, let's begin.”

As the name suggested, the combat class was about two little kids fighting, similar to a fight, but with many rules.

After all, the combat class could not be too light or too heavy. At least, both sides must ensure safety.

Jian Ning could fight, but he didn't know any form of combat. His fleshy little fists dare not hit the other little boy in front of him.

The one in front of him was a little boy, a good little boy!

In the previous class, Jian Ning even ate the other person's chocolate!

The combat had not been going on for long.

Teacher Lily looked at Ningning with a little helplessness. The other had been pushed down by his opponent and had not fought back.

Ah.

Ningning was cute, but like his appearance, he was really too soft.

A soft little child like this, fortunately, was in their class. Otherwise, if he were in another class, this little child would be at a disadvantage.

Wagner, who had not yet left, looked at the curly-haired little kid who had just said he wanted to fight him, but in a blink of an eye, he was pushed down on the ground.

He crossed his arms and confirmed his speculation once again: none of these little imperial children could fight.

 

The education system of the Empire was still insufficient compared with the Federation.

Wagner watched for a while as the curly-haired kid was knocked down in various ways before turning away.

As soon as he left, Huo Lin walked over.

Huo Lin saw the scene of his own little kid being pushed down, but he didn't step forward.

He knew that this was during class and that classroom rules forbade interrupting the lesson.

However... Ningning's combat skill was really lacking.

Huo Lin frowned and started recording.

When Jian Ning's group finally finished, Teacher Lily took off his protective gear and hung his bottle around his neck, gently cheering him on, “Ningning, you must work hard next time.”

Ningning, who was pushed back and forth until he was tired and sweaty, took a big sip of sweet water from his bottle and said, “Teacher, I understand.”

He understood, but he didn't listen.

Fighting was not a good thing for Ningning. He couldn't beat up other children.

But he could beat up the arrogant Wagner!

Jian Ning sat on a little bench and drank sweet water while watching the next group of children take the stage.

After a while, Huo Lin finally received a notice from Principal Hardy.

Wagner's arena time was about to begin.

He stood in place and called Teacher Lily.

Teacher Lily saw him, but her expression did not change much.

“Your Highness, may I ask if you have any business?” she said.

“The match between Ningning and Wagner is about to begin,” said Prince Huo Lin calmly to Lily.

Lily's expression, which had not changed just now, suddenly became unpleasant.

“Your Highness, Ningning is not suitable to compete with Wagner,” she said.

Wagner was an extremely rude child, and even the children in the kindergarten's senior class could not beat this kid. Sending Ningning, a new student in the junior class, was like sending a vegetable.

Lily tried to persuade Prince Huo Lin to give up taking Ningning to the competition.

But Huo Lin shook his head and chose to take Ningning with him.

Only by winning Wagner could Ningning come to study here.

This affiliated kindergarten was the best in the entire empire. If he could really come here to study, even Zhan Xi would be tempted.

Huo Lin led Ningning, and when he was about to reach the arena, Principal Hardy intercepted him.

The principal's expression was not very good: “Your Highness, there has been a slight change. The Federal Marshal will personally come to watch Wagner's match, and your father will also be there.”

“With the presence of these two, Wagner's arena match will become a very serious matter. Are you sure you still want this child to perform?”

“Yes.”

Huo Lin had confidence in Ningning, even though the child had just lost in combat class.

Looking at the stubborn young prince, Principal Hardy's rigid expression revealed a touch of disapproval.

He lowered his head and looked at the little child by the side of the Crown Prince again. The child clenched the milk bottle, and when he saw him staring at him, he got scared and took two more sips.

Hardy: “...”

Hardy walked away with a heavy face.

This was bad.

This little child was about to be publicly beaten.

Because the Federal Marshal and the Imperial Emperor arrived at the same time, the other children in the kindergarten were allowed to temporarily skip class. They were allowed to watch the game, but the premise was that they had to be obedient, listen to their teachers, and follow the rules.

Soon.

The arena was set up, and the figures of the Marshal and His Majesty Ludwig also appeared in front of everyone at a higher place.

 

The children had not seen His Majesty the Emperor with their own eyes yet, so they all looked up with their little faces, trying to see the Emperor.

Huo Lin squatted in front of the little child and carefully explained the rules to him before handing him over to the teacher.

Ningning knew what he came here for, so he had a determined look on his chubby face and promised his brother seriously, “I will definitely make him cry!”

Huo Lin pinched his chubby face and nodded.

Jian Ning was waiting for his turn to fight Wagner, while Huo Lin was invited to the high platform, where his position was next to the Emperor.

After a while, Huo Lin chatted with the Marshal and His Majesty, then sat down in his own chair.

The game in the arena started quickly.

Wagner set his own rules: as long as someone defeated him, he would withdraw from the arena and end the game.

Principal Hardy had prepared several children. These children were all little tyrants in the kindergarten, but when he was about to send one of the little tyrants onto the stage, Jian Ning grabbed his hand.

“Uncle.”

Jian Ning saw him bowing his head to look at him and quickly opened his small hands, politely and obediently asking, “Can you lift Ningning up?”

The platform was too high for the child to climb up.

Hardy: “......”

Hardy looked at the active little child and, perhaps impulsively, he actually placed the small child on the platform.

When Ludwig saw the curly-haired little child appearing on the platform, a hint of indulgence flashed in his eyes. Then he frowned slightly and looked at his son.

Huo Lin seemed to not notice his gaze and didn't even look at him.

Ludwig saw this and continued to focus his attention on the platform.

On the platform, when Wagner saw the little kid really coming over, he raised his eyebrows and said, “Little milk cub, do you remember what I told you? If you dare to come over, I'll toss your milk bottle.”

Jian Ning clenched his fists and hummed, “I gave the milk bottle to my brother!”

Wagner: “......”

Wagner wanted to say something else, but the little milk cub in front of him, who hadn't been weaned yet, had already rushed towards him like a small cannonball.

Jian Ning's classmates looked at the child on the platform and were extremely worried.

“Come on, Ningning!”

“Ningning, beat him!”

The children cheered loudly, their faces turning red. They all watched intently as the Ningning fought with Wagner, and their encouragement drowned out the voices of the older children.

Wagner soon realized that something was off. The style of this little milk cub's moves was a bit different from those of the other imperial children.

Watching the little milk cub who was cute but otherwise useless, the other knew exactly where to hit to make it hurt the most.

Wagner only had a slight advantage in terms of size and strength.

Although Jian Ning had been trained by his father and uncles, he had no experience fighting against other children his own age.

As they fought, Jian Ning accidentally hit his own head and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The classmates who were watching were heartbroken. Suddenly, one of the children shouted a slogan, but they didn't know who it was.

“The Empire is the best! Ningning is the best!”

Once the slogan was shouted, the other children immediately followed suit: “The Empire is the best! Ningning is the best!”

With the encouragement of this slogan, the little child who had fallen on the stage got up again.

He raised his hand to touch his forehead, tears in his eyes. But even with tears in his eyes, the child continued to fight!

Encouraged by the slogan, Ningning rushed forward once again.

On the high platform.

Although it was a far distance away, Ludwig could still clearly see the face of the little kid, as well as the tearful expression on the kid's face as he fought.