"Keep running! You've only taken a few steps! Are you going to lie down now? Oh, Holy Virgin Mary, I declare you innocent. Get up, kid. You don't need to make such a big salute..."
The boy looked to be a year or two older than little Tia at most, but compared to Tia, his tongue seemed much sharper. He had often listened to the mantra of the old nun who came to give lectures on weekdays, but now he took advantage of the situation and started to apply it.
And at this moment, the shout he just shouted finally had its intended effect—about three or four boys about the same size as him had already followed the sound, and there seemed to be more from a little distance away. Many children were shocked.
It has to be said that the children who came in a hurry after hearing the news may not just be bullies. In fact, many of them have been the ones being bullied. It's just that when someone takes the lead in bullying others like now, those children who are not strong enough are lucky enough to ensure that they are not implicated. Who is willing to go and stand with Little Tia?
If there really were such brave people, the atmosphere behind the scenes in the entire orphanage wouldn't have always been like this.
After all, on the surface, the manager placed by the church at the orphanage will certainly not blatantly support this bad order—even the manager himself is not actually very concerned about the private behavior of these children. Unknown.
Little Tia is actually not stupid. Even if she didn't think of these principles at first, she has already made them clear through the various injuries on her body over the years.
She knew that no one would help her when she was bullied. Even if you complain to the pastoral nun or the priest in the hospital, the other party may not take care of it, and you will be bullied even worse afterwards.
As for the dean and deputy dean, the "most powerful" people in the orphanage, I rarely even have the chance to meet them.
Of course, Tia is not too smart, because she can't think of more ways.
At this moment, Xiao Tia, who was kicked to the ground, only felt burning pain in her knees and the roots of her palms. She must have broken them when she subconsciously bent her knees and propped herself up on the ground.
But compared to the pain she was accustomed to, what might happen next made her even more confused and frightened.
Yes, she had noticed.
In fact, the boy who chased me and kicked him down was pretty good. At least that guy didn't have much brains. When he bullied someone, he often only knew how to kick randomly. If you're lucky, your clothes will be stained and your body will be slightly bruised.
However, among the people who were attracted by this guy's shout after that, there was a guy who made her feel very scared!
"Huh? Isn't this our little lady, Miss Prince? Last week, I saw you holding a copy of "Trinity Theology" in the cafeteria and looking at it. That's really amazing! You know, like us 'Incompetent guy', but he can't even recognize all the words in it!"
coming! coming! It’s this guy! This fat Johnny with an exaggerated tone is the person Tia fears the most!
In fact, this boy named Johnny is already sixteen years old this year. Because he is strong and has been in the hospital for a long time, he is one of the most famous bullies among their current batch of orphans.
Logically speaking, such a "boss-level" kid would rarely have direct contact with a weakling at the bottom like Tia. Because most children have a good reputation, bullying is often divided into four, five, and six levels, and the leader will rarely lose face and do it himself.
And obviously, that's what the few leaders in the courtyard did...except Johnny!
This fat man seems to have a natural interest in bullying the weak, and he never cares about face. As long as he is interested, he can play with even a poor mouse for a long time with full of evil fun.
But more importantly, despite his stout appearance and short neck, this fat man has a very good brain. And that little cleverness that is obviously crooked is often used by him in the process of bullying others - as small as hitting that place to make people feel pain without leaving any conspicuous traces, as big as all kinds of torturing people's mental will. He can think of bullying methods and even the use of cold violence.
Facing this devil who seemed to be born to take pleasure in bullying the weak, the only thing that Xiao Tia was happy about was that this orphanage at least had rules on the surface. Otherwise, she didn't know how many more terrifying things the other party could do.
As for now... Apart from curling up with her head in her hands and waiting for the moment the bell rings, Little Tia doesn't know what else she can do.
"Um?"
And it was at this moment that Tia, who was just about to protect her head and ribs with her hands, suddenly discovered that after the previous run and fall, the smooth little stick was still tightly in her hand. Hold.
"Hey! Talk! My Miss Prince, is she mute?" Fatty Johnny said, using the toe of his shoe to push Tia's ribs before she could protect her, and said with a smile.
"That's right!" Seeing this, the boy who kicked Tia down also echoed, "Headhugger, why aren't you holding your head?"
As he spoke, he raised his foot and wanted to kick Tia on the head, but unexpectedly, his other foot stretched out from the side and swept his leg aside.
"What are you doing? Kick him on the head? Do you have any brains?"
Johnny glanced at him angrily, as if he was protecting his beloved toy. On the side, when the boy saw that it was Johnny, he immediately put away the unhappiness that had just appeared on his face and did not dare to say anything else.
But in the next moment, Johnny, who had just fended off a kick to Little Tia's head, leaned down personally, picked up Little Tia by her somewhat messy ponytail, and another A hand suddenly twisted on her arm.
"ah!"
If the kicking and kicking are not in the right place, it won't hurt too much, but this pinching and pinching is unusual. This fat man may have learned it from watching girls fight, but when he used it now, not only did he have no mental barriers at all, but he also specifically chose a place where he could never see it through his clothes.
Little Tia felt a sharp pain suddenly hit her arm, and the small wooden stick she had been subconsciously holding in her hand finally fell to the ground with a clang.
The stick rolled.