This Time Hi Be the Villain’s Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Lab Rat High on Carbs

Raymond actually found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

“So that’s what you think of me. I’m heartbroken.” He let out a fake sigh, barely fulfilling his duty as a father, as he took both kids by the hand and personally walked them into the preschool.

On the first day of school, unlike Maya’s excitement, Alfred looked gloomy, like the entire world owed him money.

Maya looked around, noticing the children dressed in neat, identical uniforms, all dropped off by nannies or drivers.

Meanwhile, since she and Alfred were new students, their uniforms hadn’t been issued yet, making them look slightly out of place.

She tilted her head slightly, quickly noticing her brother’s stiff discomfort under the subtle gazes around them. Without hesitation, Maya reached out and grabbed Alfred’s hand hanging at his side.

Alfred wasn’t used to being touched. Caught off guard by the sudden contact, he instinctively tried to shake her off.

Maya tightened her grip and refused to let go. “Let’s walk in together.”

He froze.

Her hand was warm, and the firm grip made the heat unmistakably clear. In the end, Alfred lowered his lashes, didn’t resist, and instead tightened his hold on her small hand.

The arrival of the two transfer students was like pebbles dropped into a calm pond, sending ripples through the classroom as all the kids gathered around them curiously.

Voices overlapped as they bombarded them with questions.

“Are you two siblings? Why don’t you look alike?”

“How old are you?”

“Can we play house together?”

All kinds of chatter filled Alfred’s ears, making his fingers tighten more and more until they were nearly digging into the back of Maya’s hand.

It’s too loud.

Those illogical questions made him want to kill someone.

Maya winced from the pain and turned to look at him, about to say something, but Alfred had already bitten his lower lip in irritation, let go of her hand, and silently walked to the farthest corner of the activity room to sit down.

That completely closed-off attitude successfully made him the “weird kid” that most of the children ignored on his very first day.

Maya, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

It was like she was born knowing how to get along with people.

In no time at all, she had already gotten familiar with everyone in the class.

“Maya, what does your family do?” a boy in uniform asked curiously.

That question wasn’t strange at Kingsley. Almost every kid there would ask about each other’s family background.

“My dad raises pigs,” Maya answered honestly.

“I see.” The boy instantly understood. In his limited worldview, anyone who could attend Kingsley had to be rich or powerful. “So your family runs a pig farming company! My dad says agricultural tech makes a lot of money these days.”

“No.” Maya felt the need to clarify. “My dad works for someone else.”

In a prestigious school like Kingsley, one glance around was enough to see that basically all the children came from especially wealthy families.

Maya guessed Raymond must have spent a lot of effort and money.

Every time, he looked like he had permanent dark circles and never got enough sleep. Raising pigs must be exhausting work.

A look of confusion appeared on the boy’s face.

The circles he grew up in were full of wealthy families. He had no concept of a background as ordinary as Maya’s.

Fortunately, family background was just a small topic, and the kids quickly moved on.

By lunchtime, Maya’s popularity became completely obvious.

Many of the kids eagerly offered her snacks.

Before long, Maya’s hands were full of imported chocolates and treats.

She trotted over, quickly making her way to Alfred, sitting alone in the corner. She unwrapped the most elegantly packaged chocolate and held it up to his tightly pressed lips.

“Want some chocolate?”

Alfred turned his head away and coldly spat out a single word of refusal.

“No.”

“Why?” Seeing his complete lack of interest, Maya decided it’d be a waste not to eat it herself and popped the chocolate into her own mouth. She cupped her cheeks happily. “Chocolate is so good.”

“I hate sweets.” Alfred frowned. I’m not like George, that pig, who likes sugary stuff.

Watching her look dazed and blissed out, the boy said coolly, “Sugar triggers dopamine release, which temporarily interferes with the prefrontal cortex.

“And right now, you’re like a…”

He paused for two seconds, searching for the perfect word.

“Lab rat high on carbs.”

Maya didn’t reply.

She stared at her completely serious brother and immediately stuffed a chocolate ball into his mouth.

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