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On my first day as a teacher, a student pulled me aside and whispered, "Don't mess with Mia in our class. Her family has powerful connections." However, during an open class, Mia deliberately humiliated me. "Miss, you've got such child-bearing hips. With a figure like that, you look like a barrel." I calmly closed my book and said, "Seems like someone wasn't raised well. No surprise though—bad roots grow crooked trees." Seeing her face clouded with rage, I smiled. This pathetic little illegitimate brat—my useless, freeloading father's secret—thought her "connections" could scare me?