In the fear of hurting the little one, Peyton decided to hush me up.
After being locked up in an asylum for three years, I was turned into a real lunatic and died on the electric shock chair.
In my second life, which was the current moment, Peyton encouraged me to persuade Daisy to not torture her beloved grandson.
Instead of listening to her, I looked at Daisy with full approval. "Daisy is right. Students should focus on studying!"
My approval inspired her to make Ethan go through the punishment of slapping himself a hundred times.
Facing the fiery gazes of the people around him, Ethan promised with a swollen face and tears that he would never skip any classes again.
Daisy boasted to herself proudly, "Children nowadays are so hypocritical and fragile. They feel uncomfortable all day long when they study. You see, fists and curses will make everything better."
She believed that with this kind of education, Ethan would be diligent and motivated.
Only then could he be admitted to a grand high school, an Ivy League university, and find a job with an annual salary of over a million.
OK!
I was ready to see how this bullying-style education would help that little loser!