The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old - Chapter 73.2

The park, even after 10 in the morning, was bustling as usual. There were elderly people taking walks, mothers pushing strollers, and young couples in the throes of romance.

With his thick eyebrows and big eyes, Ye Ziyu had an air of vitality, even though he was still young. His future potential was evident.

The mothers glanced at him and Ye Yaya frequently. Ye Ziyu was no longer as fearful of their gazes as before. He stood tall, leading Ye Yaya into a pavilion without averting his gaze.

“Fatty! Look who I’ve brought!!” Ye Ziyu shouted ahead.

Only then did Ye Yaya notice that there were many people in the pavilion, all around six or seven years old. The leading boy was chubby and tall, much sturdier than his peers. She felt a bit uncomfortable and instinctively hid behind Ye Ziyu, peeking out with curiosity.

Ye Ziyu didn’t expect his classmate to bring so many people over. His eyes widened, “You, you, you, you, how did you manage to bring so many people here?!”

Fatty was a dedicated fan of “Challenging the Extraordinary”. Yesterday, Ye Ziyu had contacted Fatty through QQ and explicitly mentioned that the guest who appeared and got beaten up in the last round was his sister. Fatty responded with “Really? I don’t believe it.” Provoked, Ye Ziyu agreed to meet at the pavilion to confront him face to face.

But…

But he didn’t say he would bring so many people along!

A quick sweep revealed that they were all classmates, some from the same class and some from the adjacent one, but they weren’t familiar faces.

He suddenly felt flustered as his nervous heart began to race, his face flushing red.

“Could it be that your sister can’t stand the sight of others?” Fatty quipped. “Ye Ziyu, why’s your face all red? Kind of girly.”

“You’re the girly one! You’re the one who can’t face others!” Ye Ziyu pulled out Ye Yaya, took off her little yellow hat, and showed her off like a treasure. “Look, this is the cutest, smartest, most likable sister in the whole world.”

His cutest, smartest, most likable sister stood obediently, with scabs scattered on her face, looking a bit intimidating.

Fatty compared her with the people on TV for a long time before barely recognizing her.

“What’s wrong with your sister’s face?”

“Ya Ya got chickenpox, but she’s getting better quickly. It won’t spread anymore, so you guys can relax.” Ye Ziyu hastily added the last sentence, afraid that his sister would be shunned.

Fatty seemed lost in thought, muttering to himself, “Ya Ya… chickenpox… bean sprouts… vegetables?”

Pfft!

He burst into laughter at his own words.

Ye Ziyu was taken aback, his anger rising to his brow. He shouted in frustration, “You’re the bean sprout! Don’t call my sister a bean sprout!”

Other kids gathered around Ye Yaya, whispering and pointing, their eyes curious and investigative.

Fatty took a step forward, bending at the waist with his hands on his knees, and asked, “So, you’re really good at playing bamboo boards?”

“Let your sister do a piece for us.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve never heard a little kid play bamboo boards before.”

“…”

A group of kids urged Ye Yaya to perform.

Her troubled nose wrinkled, and she involuntarily looked at her brother beside her.

“Go ahead and perform, Ya Ya. Show them what you’ve got.” He was prepared for this, taking a stolen bamboo clapper out of his pocket and placing it in Ye Yaya’s small hands. He pushed her to the front and encouraged, “Come on, Ya Ya, give them a taste.” As he said this, he displayed an undisguised sense of pride and satisfaction on his face.

Seeing the eyes of the other children brimming with the same anticipation, Ye Yaya reluctantly straightened up her body. With rhythmic taps, she began performing a routine.

The crisp sound of the bamboo clapper echoed in the small park. Her childlike voice, tinged with a hint of Tianjin accent, echoed through the air. Her performance was reminiscent of what one might see on television. The young audience watched with wide-eyed astonishment.

“Wow! She really knows how to use the bamboo clapper!”

“Your sister seems like a comedian!”

“Seriously, she’s like a comedian!”

Children of this age loved novelty. Usually, they watched cartoons at home, so it was the first time they had seen someone as young as them perform using this instrument. The more they watched, the more they were captivated. They surrounded Ye Yaya, some standing and some sitting, and a few even squatting on the ground.

As the performance ended, Ye Yaya put away the bamboo clapper and looked at her brother. “Brother, can we go home now?”

They had been out for quite some time, and Ye Yaya was afraid of returning too late, as her little brother might get angry and spank her. Spanking wasn’t the real issue; she was more afraid of angering the “Old Witch”. With these thoughts in mind, the itching from the chickenpox on her face began to bother her. She kept tugging at the red silk on the bamboo clapper in an attempt to quell her urge to scratch.

“One more performance,” Fatty eagerly suggested, pulling a crumpled one yuan bill from his pocket and tossing it into the hat that Ye Ziyu was holding. “I’ll give you money.”

“I have money too. Let us listen a little longer!”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s hear a bit more!”

The other kids joined in the chorus, throwing loose change into the little yellow hat one after another – one yuan coins, fifty cent coins, and even a few five yuan bills.

“Can the little one take song requests?” An elderly grandfather, leaning on a cane and quivering slightly, walked over. He tossed a ten yuan bill into the hat and said, “Perform ‘Reporting the Vegetable Names’ for Grandpa.”

Ye Ziyu was dumbfounded by the money that was being thrown into the hat one after another. When he looked back, he realized that there was quite a crowd outside the pavilion, many there just to watch the excitement. Some people even recognized Ye Yaya and raised their phones to take photos.

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