I only heard the little fat boy crying loudly:
"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! You're going to beat me to death, I want my dad... I want my mom, wuwuwu..."
Everyone: …
"Don't say that," Wu Lan looked at the fat kid rolling on the ground seriously:
"Why do I feel like the actors on TV these days can't shout as loudly as him?"
Make it seem real.
If Li Haoxuan says it, then it must be true, right
Obviously the first two hits didn't hurt at all! They were so light and fluffy, just like the lesson at home that there was a lot of thunder but little rain, so he was fearless.
But that blow just now... that blow just now seemed to have spread all the way from the buttocks to the forehead!
He was young and couldn't express his feelings, but it hurt! It hurt so much!
It was as if he had been beaten to pieces, and he was rolling on the ground crying. It was definitely a real expression of his feelings.
However, the people in the whole yard were as indifferent as the devil. He glanced around in between rolling and found that everyone was still smiling...
Woo woo woo how scary!
The fat boy was uneducated and couldn't come to any conclusion, but he suffered a double blow mentally and physically, and he couldn't hold it in any longer, so he cried even louder.
The next moment, Song Tan shook his wrist, and the sesame stick hit his butt again!
The fat buttocks of Dun'er, who was fed with plenty of fish and meat, trembled, and then the pain quickly spread to his limbs, so that he cried miserably and loudly, with particularly sincere feelings -
"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! I want to tell my dad, wuwuwu..."
"Ouch," Song Tan raised his eyebrows in surprise:
"You're going to tell your dad, what if he beats me up? I'm a little scared... No, I have to beat you up a few more times to vent my anger."
As he said this, he pulled it up again.
Anyone who has been beaten knows that when being beaten, the pain does not spread quickly. Instead, it takes a while for the person to react.
So he just rolled and crawled to the side, tears kept flowing like a watering can, and even his voice became weaker:
"It hurts so much, it hurts so much... I won't tell my dad, please stop hitting me, wuwuwu, stop hitting me..."
Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand and stared at the sesame stalks in his hand in surprise:
"Does it really hurt that much?"
Sure enough, the live broadcast room was in an uproar again.
My sister is still too naive.
Don't underestimate children. Sometimes they lie perfectly because they use this inertial thinking.
This kid's acting is really good, much better than the traffic
Yes, if I hadn't seen with my own eyes what was beating him, I would have thought he was being tortured.
Some people are sensitive to pain, right? He was screaming so loudly, could he have been hurt
Impossible! She's faking! She's definitely faking
Look at the first two hits from the anchor's sister, the fat kid on the ground didn't react at all
I can only say that it is a waste to have such acting skills hanging around here.
Song Tan in the yard seemed to react as well, and reached out to break off the front end of the sesame stalk - easily and effortlessly.
Then he shook the sesame stalks and said, "This thing is so crispy. I didn't use any strength at all."
After all, he was a kind-hearted man, so she seemed afraid of hurting him, so she took two steps forward and quickly pulled the fat boy's pants down a little, revealing his buttocks.
—Very good, not to mention any red marks, there is not even a trace of injury!
As soon as Song Tan loosened his hand, the rubber band of his pants quickly bounced back to his buttocks.
The little fat boy turned his head and looked at her tremblingly, and saw the devil in front of him who was particularly painful when hitting people smiled gently:
"You're quite a liar."
"I don't like lying kids. I want to beat them up when I see them... It seems like I have to beat you up until you realize your mistake today."
As he said this, he shook his wrist and the sesame stalk came up again.
With a "pop" sound, the sound fell on the clothes, light and dull, and it didn't sound painful.
But the little fat boy's tears, which had just been held back, burst out again, and he cried and hiccuped in pain:
"I, I won't tell my dad... wuwuwu... please stop... burp... it hurts... burp..."
Song Tan frowned:
"You're crying so hard in front of me, but I didn't help you at all. Are you going to complain when you go back?"
Before the little fat boy had time to shake his head, he heard her mutter to herself: "No, I can't bear this in vain. It was obviously you who started the trouble first, I have to fight back..."
Seeing that she was about to raise her hand again, the little fat boy squatted down on the ground and covered his butt with his two fat hands with difficulty:
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop hitting me!"
Only then did Song Tan smile with satisfaction.
Then he casually picked up the sesame stalks with his hands:
"Then tell me, what went wrong?"
The little fat boy burped.
Finally he was at a loss: "Hic... I... I don't know... I don't know."
He carefully looked at Song Tan's expression, and then said softly:
"I…I shouldn't tell my dad?"
Song Tan: …
How did they get this education? How come they don't know the key points when they have a higher education than Qiao Qiao
She was also numb. After all, when it came to education, her abilities were limited.
I simply turned around and looked at the people joining in the fun behind me:
"Yanran, go ahead!"
Yan Ran:?!
"I can't! I can only teach the older ones!"
Finally, Secretary Xiao Zhu sighed:
"Li Haoxuan, right? Let me tell you where you went wrong."
"First, did your teachers teach you to respect your elders at school? You are eating your grandfather's food at home, so what right do you have to beat and scold him?"
"Second, Da Huang is a family pet. It is true that it belongs to your grandfather. We have no right to kill or sell it. But you are threatening others to satisfy your wishes by killing it. You are wrong!"
"Third, this tricycle belongs to Qiao Qiao. No one can take it away without Qiao Qiao's permission—unless he violates the law. If you want to ride the tricycle, you should have told Qiao Qiao nicely instead of throwing a tantrum in someone else's house and swearing at him... These are all your mistakes."
She finished speaking with a serious face, then slowly stood up, straightened her back, and smiled triumphantly at everyone:
"So? The education still depends on me."
Everyone: …
Secretary Xiao Zhu's eyebrows jumped.
The next moment, she turned her head and saw Li Haoxuan, who looked confused. He snorted:
"One... two... three... um... um..."
It seems like there is too much to say at once and I can’t remember it all.
Secretary Xiao Zhu: … This is a problem of the child’s IQ and has nothing to do with her education level.
But fortunately, this farce is over.
As for the story about Song Tan beating the chubby kid in front of the live broadcast - well, in the village, which child has never been beaten
Nothing was pulled out of this thin sesame stick, what's there to make a fuss about? She's here, and there's live broadcast as evidence.
But at this moment Song Tan frowned:
"Why do I hear Da Huang barking? Why hasn't Grandpa Li made any movement yet?"