Jiang Qisheng, wearing a white taekwondo suit, surrounded the open space in front of the boiler room with a small group of children from the compound.
He was showing everyone the yellow belt he just got today, and by the way, he was demonstrating a lunge punch.
"Hey! Ha! Howl!"
Little Fatty shouted loudly, waving his fist at the dilapidated iron door of the boiler room.
"Brother Dasheng is amazing!"
"brilliant!"
"Dasheng can smash this broken door!"
The friends around him gave warm applause and thunderous applause.
Jiang Qisheng particularly enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by stars and performed a forward kick.
But his eyes were erratic, and his heart was somewhat guilty.
Little Fatty has been restless this week. Even if he was beaten to death, he couldn't understand why Chu Jin's parents had been dead for a year. Why did he move back
Why is this guy haunted? Wasn't he picked up by his uncle
Jiang Qisheng didn't like Chu Jin. Although this hatred was not as strong as hating the "gang of three", Chu Jin was a great "threat" to him when he was in the compound before.
That guy is handsome and polite, he speaks well-spoken Mandarin, and speaks great English. He passed the piano grade 6 test at the age of five, and got a red and blue belt in Taekwondo at the age of six. …
All the honors and compliments belong to Chu Jin, and adults all praise Chu Jin as a child prodigy.
Every day I am forced by my mother to attend a small host class, learn new concepts of English, play the piano and practice taekwondo, but no matter how hard I try, it is not as good as Chu Jin.
Later, when Chu Jin left the compound, he was happy for a long time, and finally no one was stealing his limelight.
Chu Jin came back, but Jiang Qisheng observed secretly this week and found that Chu Jin had changed too much.
He was as thin as a matchstick, his face was so pale, and he no longer wore a white shirt and small leather shoes.
Seeing that desolate look, I finally feel at ease.
It is impossible for a little tramp without a father or mother to be better than himself.
Today, Jiang Qisheng deliberately punched in the open space in front of the boiler room, just to show it off to the children in the whole compound, give them palms and eyes, and then let them speak.
Let the children say that Jiang Qisheng is the most powerful child in the courtyard!
My father is the vice president of the newspaper, and I often hear his father mention at home that the era of so-and-so has passed, and the so-and-so era has come.
Jiang Qisheng is about to let all children see and see, the era that belongs to him has come, and the era that belongs to Chu Jin has passed.
Turning around, Jiang Qisheng punched again, and at a glance, he saw the "dead enemy" Song Qiaoxi.
Alas, the person she was pulling...
Is it Chu Jin? !
Chu Jin was wearing a sea soul shirt with a loose neckline, a pair of ordinary sports shorts, and cheap blue-toed white cloth shoes, looking weak...
Song Qiaoxi wore a blue dress with a navy collar, two flower buds on top of her head, her curly forehead was fluffy, and her toot face looked cute and cute.
The little girl was standing on tiptoe with her eyes wide open, and kept looking at the crowd.
The tall, thin boy beside her looked at her lightly.
How did they play together
No, at the critical moment, the momentum cannot be lost.
Jiang Qisheng shouted and led a group of children to rush in front of Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin.
He feinted a punch, and then patted the little girl on his belt: "Song Qiaoxi, look at me, I'm good, I got the yellow belt!"
Oh, with the blessing of the yellow belt, her "gang of three" will see her in the future, and she will not tremble three times!
Song Qiaoxi watched the fat bun-like fist sway in front of her eyes, frowned and took a step back.
Looking at Jiang Qi's bucket-like waist, a yellow cloth belt was tied, making him look like a ridiculous gourd.
What yellow belt, it is not as good as kelp, at least it can be eaten.
She didn't have time to bicker with him. After strolling outside with Chu Jin for a while, she could go home and eat Mom's steamed sweet and delicious sticky bean buns, sweet and sour pork ribs, crispy braised hairtail, rich five-spice sweet Mo...
Why are you wasting time with Jiang Qisheng here
Ah, I feel hungry when I think of the sticky bean buns...
Glancing at Jiang Qisheng, he smiled silently, pulled Chu Jin and turned his head to leave.
"You haven't said that I'm amazing!"
Jiang Qisheng moved his steps on his hips, his nostrils exhaled hot air, like a little bull, his tall and strong body was like a wall in front of her.
Is it so childish
Song Qiaoxi raised her face and forced a smile, blinked her eyes twice and said embarrassingly, "Amazing..."
That's all right...
Ugh? Why not let go.
"Then you say, Chu Jin and I, who is more powerful!"
Jiang Qisheng pointed to the boy behind her and shouted relentlessly.
I don't know if it was because of her perfunctory attitude that Fat Dun still blocked his way, as if he would not give up until he gave an answer.
In normal times, Song Qiaoxi would not even pay attention to Jiang Qisheng.
She turned a blind eye to his provocations several times during the summer vacation. She knew that the other party would find it boring after a long time, and naturally she would not provoke her again.
After all, the origin of the conflict between the original owner and him can be traced back to the age of wearing open-crotch pants. It is not clear who is right and who is wrong. Neither of them is a fuel-efficient lamp.
She remembered that it was written in the original book that the conflict between the original owner and Jiang Qisheng escalated after they went to primary school. The original owner once pushed Jiang Qisheng off the teaching building and broke his leg when he was in the sixth grade.
This incident made my father completely offend the leadership, and since then he was depressed in the workplace, and it also laid a hidden danger for the original owner to be framed and imprisoned in the third year of junior high.
But now, she just wants to be a good baby who doesn't cause trouble for her parents.
In order to prevent bad things from happening to my father, it is best not to have a head-on conflict with Jiang Qisheng, so that my father will not be embarrassed in front of the leaders.
"Just tell me! Who is the best!"
Jiang Qisheng shouted loudly in her ear.
Song Qiaoxi's head hurts from being asked over and over again, and her stomach growls with hunger.
Her sticky bean bun is likely to be out of the pot, and it will be cold in a while, so there is no time to toss with Jiang Qisheng here.
Is there anything more important in this world than cold dishes
Yes, that means a table of good dishes is about to cool.
The temper also came up, Song Qiaoxi refused to answer Jiang Qisheng's naive questions, too lazy to entangle with him.
Playing a little cleverness, he faltered to the left, and while he was moving his cumbersome steps, he pulled Chu Jin and slipped over from the right side of Fat Dun's body.
Just as she was about to run, the navy collar behind her was pulled strongly.
The dumpling was staggered and took a few steps back, and Jiang Qi roared loudly in his ears: "Song Qiaoxi! Dare to play with me! Today you must tell me, who is better between me and this homeless bum with no father and mother!"
Letting go of Chu Jin's wrist, she reached out to break the hand clutching the collar.
But Jiang Qisheng was a head taller and stronger than her. With short arms and small hands, he couldn't reach anyone at all.
"You are the tramp! Everyone in the compound knows that Chu Jin has parents. His father is a policeman, a people's hero, and his mother is a very good reporter! You are not as good as Chu Jin, Chu Jin is the best!"
Song Qiaoxi couldn't care less about causing trouble, and while shouting, she struggled angrily to turn over, trying to push Jiang Qisheng away.
But how can Nuo Dumpling have any strength, she was dragged to the ground by Fat Dun's collar, and her palms and knees were reddened by the rough cement floor.
Jiang Qisheng held on to his collar, shaking his head proudly, sticking out his tongue slightly.
Song Qiaoxi was so angry that she casually touched Jiang Qisheng's fat arm.
But at the moment of raising his head, he stopped his mouth and widened his eyes.
He was surprised to see that Chu Jin grabbed the collar of Jiang Qisheng's taekwondo suit and pinched Jiang Qisheng's wrist with the other hand.
Chu Jin's slender knuckles turned white and looked very hard.
His eyes were terrifyingly black, and there was an emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand at all.
"You let her go."
He said coldly, his tone was not too emotional, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
The children watching the lively around stepped back one after another.
Xu Shi was accustomed to seeing Jiang Qisheng and Song Qiaoxi pinching each other since they were young. They fought from childhood to adulthood, and they couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.
What's more, this time there was another orphan Chu Jin, and no one dared to step forward to fight.
"I, I'm already a taekwondo yellow belt! I, I'm not at all, I'm not afraid of you..."
Jiang Qisheng was inexplicably cold sweat on his back, and the second half of the sentence was extremely guilty.
After a few seconds, Little Fatty slowly loosened Song Qiaoxi's collar.
Chu Jin's eyes were so terrifying, staring at him made his scalp tingle.
Looking up and down, he is thin, but he is a little taller than him, and he can see clear muscle lines on his arms.
Thinking that the other party got the red and blue belt more than a year ago, the yellow belt of my own was only obtained after my mother stuffed the coach with a red envelope.
Jiang Qisheng panicked. The taekwondo coach said in the class two days ago that Chu Jin was the most talented student he had ever taught. He was talented and diligent, and his basic skills were particularly solid.
This is going to really hit...
Oh my god, he didn't want to fight with Chu Jin, all the friends in the compound were there, it would be a shame to lose.
"Chu, Chu Jin, that...you...you don't wear a Taoist uniform. The coach said that taekwondo PKs should all wear Taoist uniforms. No, it's not fair..."
Fatty shivered, unable to speak, and his legs were weak.
Song Qiaoxi was still sitting on the concrete floor. Hearing Jiang Qisheng say this, he was angry and funny.
The reason for Xiaopangdun is too bad to find, right
She got up from the ground, patted the soil on her dress, and bent over to see the injury to her knee, which was not too serious.
It was red and a little broken, and it didn't hurt as much as the fingers were cut by the calendar paper.
When he looked up, he found that Chu Jin turned his head and glanced at his knee.
Immediately afterwards, he threw Jiang Qisheng over his shoulder and fell to the ground, and his movements were so neat that she could barely see the whole process.
Jiang Qisheng, who fell to the ground, blushed like a monkey's butt. The neckline of the taekwondo uniform was pulled loosely, and the yellow cloth strap on his waist hung down to one side like a shredded pickle.
Xu Shi was stunned, reacted for a while, and Pang Dun only kicked his legs and burst into tears on the spot: "Ow... wow! You, you, you all come together to bully people! "