I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

[TRIGGER WARNING: YOU MIGHT GET A HYPERTENSION. The Chapter contains violence and elements of bullying.]

"Is this supposed to be a bunny?"

"How can Basti’s mom make this one? I asked my mommy to make a bunny bun. She said it was impossible!"

"This flower here — can I have it? Is this an egg?"

"You can’t." Sebastian maintained a poker face as more of his classmates flocked around his desk. "My mommy said to eat all. I can’t share."

"Aww..." the other young girl in pigtails pouted. "How about a trade?"

"A trade is supposed to be of equal value. I don’t like yours."

"Basti, can I ask your mommy to make me a flower egg too?" another girl chimed in, unable to look away from Sebastian’s pretty snacks. "If you don’t want, I like this Sunny one."

"Just ask your mother to make you one." Sebastian frowned, displeased that these kids were suddenly flocking to his desk with their ’ugly’ snacks. "Stop bothering me."

"But we want to share snacks with Basti!" another boy joined, pushing another girl to the side. "It’s Basti’s first time bringing snacks, so we should share! Sharing is caring!"

Sebastian looked at his classmate in the learning center, only to see the hopeful look on their faces. This was new to him. Normally, these children wouldn’t approach Sebastian. Although every once in a while, they would ask him to join them, Sebastian was just too aloof to even respond.