They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 99: Dream CTrue Chapter 99: Dream CTrue The crowd erupted into laughter.

Kenneth, on the other hand, looked like steam was about to shoot out of his ears.

“Anyway, move,” she said calmly, her voice steady and fearless.

Kenneth frowned.

He was used to kids trembling at his glare, but this tiny girl?

She wasn’t even fazed.

Normally, there would be teachers around to keep him in check, but today they were all busy with the director,

arranging the children the visitor was supposed to evaluate.

That meant no one was around to stop him.

A slow grin spread across his face.

Finally, the perfect opportunity to do what he had always wanted.

“There's no teacher here to save you, little girl.

So, | suggest you kowtow.

Maybe I'll be benevolent enough to let you go today,” the bully sneered, arms crossed, his smirk full of

arrogance.

Silence.

Little Sweetie didn’t respond.

She was too busy counting the tin her mind, completely ignoring him.

“Hey!

Are you deaf?” His patience snapped.

“Didn’t you hear what | just said?” His loud voice finally pulled her from her thoughts.

“Ah?

Sorry, | didn’t hear anything,” she replied absentmindedly, blinking up at him.

The bully: “...” The spectators “..?” What kind of kid was this?

Was she just... stupid?

Little Sweetie suddenly clapped her hands together.

“I've counted the time, and | have only five minutes to get where | need to be.” Then her gaze darkened, her

voice dropping to an eerie chill.

“So either you move, or | move you.” The air turned cold.

The bully felt a shiver crawl down his spine as he met those terrifying eyes.

His body froze.

Why did she suddenly feel... dangerous?

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Seeing that he wasn’t budging, Little Sweetie stepped forward, without hesitation, to shove him aside.

“What—what are you doing?!” The bully stammered, stumbling back.

“Don’t cover!

Don’t cover!” But she ignored him completely.

He reached out to push her, but before his hand could make contact, Little Sweetie moved, fast.

So fast that the air around her seemed to shift.

In the blink of an eye, her small hand grabbed his wrist with a firm grip and effortlessly twisted him to the side.

She didn’t even use much force, but the sheer pressure was enough to send pain shooting up his arm.

“AHHHH!” he screamed, stumbling backward.

His face twisted in shock and pain, clutching his wrist as if it had been caught in a vice.

His shriek echoed out, loud enough to draw the attention of the approaching teachers.

The spectators “.?!” The kids who had been watching, frozen with surprise, now gasped in shock.

“What?!” they murmured, wide eyed, before scrambling away.

It was as if their little world had just shattered.

The teachers were coming closer, their footsteps growing louder, and the kids, realizing what was about to

happen, bolted away in a panic, disappearing around corners and ducking into doorways.

Little Sweetie knew the danger wasn’t just the teachers but the precious tshe had left to get where she

needed to go.

Without hesitation, she darted off in the opposite direction, weaving around the corner with a speed that was

almost too quick for anyone to catch.

Her heart raced as she pressed herself against the wall, hoping the teachers wouldn't notice the sudden change

in movement.

They didn’t.

Focused entirely on the source of the scream, they failed to notice the little girl slipping away, escaping into the

shadows.

Little Sweetie ran with surprising agility, her heart racing as she darted down the corridor, narrowly avoiding the

teachers who were still searching for the culprit.

She was so close to the director's office now, just a few more steps to freedom.

Her breath quickened, but she pushed on with determination.

She reached the door of the director's office and stopped, waiting as her eyes scanned the area.

She had planned everything so carefully, exactly as she had seen it in her dream.

And just as the clock struck 11:00 a.m.

the moment she had envisioned, the door creaked open.

Little Sweetie “..!” The man who stepped out was the sone from her dream.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Could this really be happening?

Could God have truly guided her here, just like she had hoped?

She felt a rush of bewilderment.

The chances of her dream actually being true were slim to none, but here he was, standing before her.

As he walked away, she stood frozen, her mind racing.

Her dream had led her here, and though she still felt a little dazed, she knew she couldn't let this moment slip

away.

The man took a glance at her, barely noticing her standing there in awe, before continuing on his way, as if he

had a thousand things to do.

As soon as she saw him walking away, little Sweetie snapped out of her daydream.

“Sir!

Sir, wait!” she called out in her high pitched, baby voice, running toward him.

Hearing her, the man stopped, turning to wait for the little girl who was rapidly closing the distance.

Once she reached him, she looked up, eyes wide and curious.

He bent down to her level, the gesture making it easier for her to speak without craning her neck.

“What is it, little one?” he asked, his voice warm but still surprised.

She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing.

“Sir, do you work in the palace?” she asked innocently.

He blinked in surprise.

“Yes, | do,” he answered, his tone still gentle, but curious.

Sweetie’s excitement was impossible to hide.

Her small face lit up with curiosity, her eyes wide and full of determination.

“What's your position?” she asked again, her voice laced with that unmistakable spark of eagerness.

The man paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had been busy and hadn't expected to be drawn into conversation with the little one, but he patiently

answered, giving her his attention despite the ticking clock.

“I work with the housekeeper.

Right now, I’m recruiting children for work in the palace,” he replied, choosing to indulge her, thinking it was

merely a passing curiosity.

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