A bag full of bicycle bell skins squeezed into Ding Yi's cloth bag, making a crisp metal collision sound, as if every car bell was grinning at her.
Song Qiaoxi was stunned, and her breathing stopped for a moment.
Frowning and recalling, it seems like yesterday, when the first day of preschool, the original owner came up with a ghost idea.
The original owner and the two little followers hate going to this damn preschool.
During a good summer vacation, the three of them hid together in Wang Junyang's house to blow the air conditioner, and played the "Legend of the New White Snake" on the Xiaobawang learning machine, wouldn't it be fragrant
There is no air conditioner in the primary school classroom, only a few shaking head fans, it is hot and stuffy, and the Hanyu Pinyin and the ninety-nine multiplication table are boring and boring.
So, the original owner, who was bored and unwilling, gave instructions to the two little followers.
Let them unscrew all the car bell skins in the small bicycle shed attached to the normal school early the next morning, and sell them to the old man who collects scraps at the gate of the compound.
He also expressed his righteousness that the money from the sale would buy a little snowman and sesame ice cream, and everyone would eat it together.
The reason for doing this is to give the teachers a slap in the face and let them know that Xiaodouding, who is about to be in the first grade, is not easy to mess with.
This silly brain circuit is a bit strange, isn't it
Song Qiaoxi's mind is cluttered at the moment, Chu Jin's affairs, not to cause trouble at school, bicycle bells, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi's adoring and looking forward eyes...
Mixing together makes her one head and two big.
Fortunately, she can distinguish the priority from the secondary, and the most urgent need to solve now is the bell skin incident.
According to her experience as a primary school student for 4 years before she wears books, if the teacher finds out about this, she will definitely ask the parents.
"The teacher is here! Go back to your seat and sit down!" A stout boy rushed into the classroom from the corridor, running out of breath.
After the children heard it, they ran back to their seats like birds and beasts.
Song Qiaoxi followed the voice and looked towards the door of the classroom.
This boy, who was obviously one size older than his peers, was called Jiang Qisheng. She knew him. He was the original owner's "dead enemy" in the compound.
Jiang Qisheng has a big head. His father is the vice president of the newspaper and the direct leader of Song's father.
He usually likes to learn his father's leadership speech, and is the "King of Children" in the compound.
The children of the same age or younger in the hospital basically obey him, except of course, the "Little Three Gang" led by the original owner.
Although the number of the two sides is far apart, the "Little Three Gang" has never suffered a loss in the compound, but Jiang Qisheng and the others often suffer from deflation.
Mainly thanks to the original owner, her small mouth that turned black and white is flaring, and her big wet eyes blinked. The adults were often confused by her appearance, which led Jiang Qisheng and the others to take the blame for the "Little Three Gang" at every turn.
Jiang Qisheng naturally looked at her very unpleasantly.
Song Qiaoxi turned around and found that Jiang Qisheng was taking heavy steps, rushing towards their desk as aggressively as a little bull.
She hurriedly stood up from her seat, she grabbed Ding Yi's schoolbag and "pulled" it and zipped it up. She gave Ding Yi a wink and told him not to make any noise.
Then he turned around, took Wang Junyang's arm with one hand, and asked him to sit back.
He immediately sat back down, opened the Chinese textbook, and pretended to read it seriously.
Don't look at this set of movements, but in fact she is still very uneasy, praying that Jiang Qisheng will never let Jiang Qisheng discover the bell of the schoolbag.
According to his character, he was not allowed to go to the teacher to make a small report right away.
Song Qiaoxi knew that she still had the "big cauldron" on her head that she skipped class on the first day of school, and the other party was the son of her father's leadership. At this time, she must not cause trouble again.
A shadow fell from the top of his head, Song Qiaoxi raised his head, and found Jiang Qisheng tucked in his waist, staring domineeringly at the snacks spread out in front of Wang Junyang.
He said in an official tone like a little adult: "Yo, Song Qiaoxi, are you and Wang Junyang here to set up a street stall or to go to school? You don't look like a socialist successor! If you have the ability, just leave it like this and wait for the teacher to come and see her. How to train you."
After he finished speaking, his round stomach provocatively pushed against Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang's desks, knocked down a bottle of Wahaha, and swaggered back to the back seat and sat down.
The little peas in the class giggled and laughed together.
Song Qiaoxi saw Wang Junyang clenched his fists in anger, as if he was going to "fight" with Jiang Qisheng to the end.
He hurriedly grabbed him and whispered, "Don't have the same knowledge as Jiang Qisheng, he just wants to provoke us, and then complain to the teacher. There are many of them, and you will suffer if you rush to do it."
Seeing Wang Junyang staring blankly at herself, she thought about it and added: "We will be elementary school students soon, and fighting is too low-level, why don't you..."
Wang Junyang slapped his forehead, with "I understand you" written all over his face, and quickly replied: "I see, boss, why don't we pull out the valve core of Jiang Qisheng's mother's bicycle tonight?"
"I see, I know his mother's bicycle." Ding stuck his head over and agreed, a sly light flashed through his small eyes behind his glasses.
Hearing these remarks, the corner of Song Qiaoxi's mouth twitched awkwardly.
No, why can't you get along with the bike
bike what did it do wrong again...
Facing Wang Junyang's sincere expression, she turned her head to look at Ding Yi, who was looking forward to it. She couldn't bear to attack them.
Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and explained to them patiently: "No, I mean, why don't we try to improve our academic performance and become a good boy? Teachers like people who study well, so what will happen next time? The teacher will naturally stand on our side, Jiang Qisheng and the others have moved the kindergarten’s naive practices to the primary school, so we don’t want to be like him.”
Ding Yi and Wang Junyang were both dumbfounded.
Wang Junyang turned his head sideways, and Ding and Ding stared at each other, but the two thought about it again, and both felt that Song Qiaoxi's words were a bit difficult to understand, but they were very reasonable.
"good morning students."
Teacher Feng held a stack of books, smiled kindly, and walked in with a water cup in his hand.
This is a Chinese class. Teacher Feng is a young and gentle female teacher. Song Qiaoxi has a good impression of her and is nuanced to her tablemate and the back seat.
Wang Junyang silently took out the language textbook from his schoolbag and put a table of snacks into the hole of the table.
Ding Yi also put the schoolbag full of "swag" back into the hole of the table, and opened the brand-new first-grade language.
Seeing this, Song Qiaoxi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Taking advantage of the moment when the teacher was rectifying the discipline of the class, she recalled the daily class schedule. There were four classes in the morning, and the last class was an activity class, where she could move freely on the playground.
It's better to use that class and bring Wang Junyang and Ding back with a bell, which is also considered "completely returned to Zhao". As soon as the third get out of class ended, Song Qiaoxi closed the pinyin book, which was deliberately written crookedly, and slipped to the bicycle shed in the backyard of the teaching building with two small attendants.
In a hurry, the three of them didn't notice, there was a shadow behind them.
"Let's move quickly, come on, Wang Junyang, this row is yours, Ding Yi, you screw this row, I'll screw the last row."
Song Qiaoxi quickly assigned the task.
Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were arranged clearly, and the three quickly entered the state. Six small hands put the silver bell skins back in their original positions.
Ding Yi finished twisting it first and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Picking up the schoolbag that was thrown on the ground, he glanced at it, and there were two left, so he took it out from the bag.
When he looked up, he found someone staring straight at him in the corner, so frightened that his two bells could not hold steady, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"teacher... ... "
Ding Yi hurriedly picked up the bell leather on the ground and put it in his trouser pocket, but unfortunately the uninvited guests had already seen what they had done.
This move is simply overshadowed.
Hearing the movement, Wang Junyang raised his head to look, and sat down on the ground in fright, unable to speak.
Stopping the work in his hand, Song Qiaoxi turned around suspiciously and stared at Teacher Feng with a serious face.
Completely screwed this time...
"Teacher, no, it's none of their business, it's the bell skin that I twisted."
Wang Junyang got up from the ground, with a uglier smile on his face than crying, and shivering took the initiative to take the matter on him.
Looking at Wang Junyang in surprise, Song Qiaoxi frowned, she is a young lady with a memory of 10 years old, how can she let the children take the blame.
Song Qiaoxi pulled him behind him, gritted his teeth, and decided to "confess and be lenient". After all, he took the initiative to admit his mistake last time and was not punished.
She lowered her head and took a few steps forward, sincerely admitting her mistake: "Mr. Feng, I'm sorry, I took them to do it, but we knew it was wrong, so we came back and put the car bell back on."
After speaking, he slowly raised his head.
Mr. Feng looked at Nuo Tuanzi's big red eyes, and the sincere look on his face and the little boy vying to admit his mistake, but he thought it was a little cute.
She has just graduated from normal school for two years, and has been taking Xiaodouding from the lower grades. She knows that children of this age have just come from kindergarten and have never learned the rules.
After all, it is a summer preschool class, and it is not an official start of school. Several children dare to admit their mistakes and take actions to make up for them, and their consciousness is quite high.
"You three, little naughty bag, quickly turn the car bell back," Mr. Feng held back his smile, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "the activity class will start soon, after finishing it, hurry up and go to class. , taking the initiative to admit mistakes is commendable.”
"Okay, thank you teacher!"
Seeing this, Song Qiaoxi urged Ding to pack the remaining two, and check it again before leaving. There is not a shortage of three-row bicycles and a bell.
Pulling Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, he bowed to Teacher Feng.
After that, the "Little Three Gang" escaped from the "crime scene" at the fastest speed, and the three little cubs' faces were filled with the joy of "the rest of their lives".
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After school at noon, Song Qiaoxi sat on the small bamboo chair in the back seat of her mother's bicycle with her schoolbag in her arms.
The way home is not far, it takes about 15 minutes to ride a bicycle, but even if my mother chooses to ride in the shade, she can still see that her mother's back is wet with sweat.
Song Qiaoxi had an idea, took out the pinyin book issued today from her schoolbag, and fanned her mother like a fan.
Even if she was scolded, she just stuck her tongue out, and the fanning hand didn't stop. It could be seen that her mother was in a good mood.
After school at noon today, Teacher Feng praised her good performance in school in front of her mother.
After entering the compound, my mother got out of the car and pushed it away, nudging her chin to Song Qiaoxi, showing her the white lunch box in the car basket, and asking her with a smile, "I bought your favorite crab meat buns and white chopped chicken at noon. How about another cucumber egg drop soup?"
"Okay, thank you mom."
She smiled sweetly at her mother, Song Qiaoxi's voice was soft, she finally realized what a child with a mother is a treasure.
In fact, she is not a picky eater at all, and has always had a good appetite. Before she wore a book, she had a physique that didn't gain weight no matter what she ate, but now, it seems that she was fed a little too well by her mother.
At this time, she suddenly remembered Chu Jin, who didn't eat much meat when she saw him at dinner last night, and only picked up vegetarian dishes to eat.
Does he not like meat
But today at noon, the steamed buns are stuffed with meat, and the white beheaded chicken is also a meat dish. Could it be that he can only drink some egg drop soup, so he can't eat enough.
I was hesitating whether to tell my mother if I could add another vegetarian dish, and they had already arrived at the door.
I wonder how Chu Jin is doing this morning
I haven't seen him all morning, I still miss him a little...
She was carried off the car seat by her mother, and when she locked the car, Song Qiaoxi followed her mother with a small schoolbag on her back.
The thought of seeing a good-looking little brother soon made me feel very good.
The door opened, and my mother went into the kitchen with the lunch box.
After changing her slippers, Song Qiaoxi cautiously walked into the living room, fearing that Chu Jin would be disturbing him while she was reading a book.
But there was no one in the empty living room.