Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling - Chapter 22

Song Qiaoxi listened to Teacher Feng saying in her ear: “Song Qiaoxi, she’s all a primary school student, so she can’t be so squeamish and stop crying.”

She shook her head desperately while chewing the chocolate in her mouth.

What is squeamish? I’m not squeamish.

This kind of “gossip” of elementary school chickens can’t hurt her at all. In old memory, she is now in the fifth grade, and she is a serious young lady, or the class leader.

Usually in the class, she educates the disobedient naughty male classmates, and no one dares to provoke her.

Song Qiaoxi was worried that she was almost caught by Teacher Feng, and she was eating blatantly in class. Of course, she, who is experienced in elementary school, knew the seriousness of this matter.

Obviously he has avoided the teacher’s sight, why is Teacher Feng coming again?

Ah, if this were discovered, it would be too embarrassing…

Xiao Nuo Tuan loves to eat, and he also loves noodles. When eating conflicts with noodles, it is true that noodles have the upper hand.

Song Qiaoxi has long been immune to words that Jiang Qisheng said “child-in-law” and “family” clearly wanted to irritate her.

For the first time in the office of the neighborhood committee, she was a little bit shy when she heard the leader’s uncle say “children’s son-in-law” with her friends.

Later in the compound, I heard uncles and aunts several times making jokes like “baby pros” with many children. Uncle Wang also made fun of her and Wang Junyang.

After listening more often, she didn’t take it seriously over time.

These adults are so naive?

One by one, I like to make jokes about cubs!

As for the “family”, Jiang Qisheng was right when he said that. Chu Jin is now a member of their Song family, a family.

Therefore, it is not irritating to say this to yourself.

Teacher Feng patted her on the shoulder again and asked about the situation.

Song Qiaoxi gritted her teeth, she can only rely on her own troubles!

Covering his face with one hand and his eyes with the other, he made a cry of “嘤嘤嘤”, slipped out from under Teacher Feng’s armpit, recognized the direction between his fingers, and ran out of the classroom after pulling his leg.

“Song Qiaoxi! Where to go, come back to me!”

Teacher Feng’s hurried shouts and footsteps sounded behind him.

Most of the chocolate in Xiao Nuo Tuan’s mouth has melted, and he dared not turn his head back. As he ran, he said stickyly, “Lao Si, I, my toilet… Ma Sang will be fat… ..”

“Go and come back quickly.”

Teacher Feng stopped and didn’t chase her anymore.

Song Qiaoxi ran into the toilet, finally consuming all the chocolate left in her mouth.

She stood in front of the long sink, rinsed her mouth quickly with water, and looked at her embarrassed look in the mirror. Her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.

Rubbing his eyes in the mirror, sticking out his tongue embarrassingly, turned and walked towards the classroom.

Standing near the podium, Chu Jin frowned as he watched Song Qiaoxi ran out of the classroom, feeling something was wrong.

His gaze fell on the desk of the Nuo Tuanzi class, beside the pink flower fairy semi-automatic pencil case, there was a ball of golden candy paper thrown away.

Frowning slightly, keenly smelling a faint scent of hazelnut mixed chocolate in the air.

Thinking of herself pulling Jiang Qisheng over, Song Qiaoxi didn’t cry at all, but desperately blocked her face to prevent the teacher from seeing it, and kept lying on her arms and shaking her head.

Vaguely, I saw Xiao Nuo Tuan’s white and tender cheeks, bulging?

She moves and looks more like a little squirrel stealing nuts?

The boy suddenly realized!

It turns out that I worried about her for nothing just now…

Chu Jin thought that this squeamish glutinous rice dumpling was hurt by Xiao Pangdun Jiang Qisheng’s jerk, and he cried sadly.

Recalling that Song Qiaoxi just grabbed the door and made a somewhat unnatural “cry”…

His long, pale fingers clenched silently, his chest was stuffy, and his cheeks were hot.

I really didn’t see that Nuo Tuanzi is still a “little actor”?

Teacher Feng came back from the classroom, straightened up the classroom discipline, comforted Chu with a few words, and went to talk to Jiang Qisheng in the back row.

Zhao Xin at the next table was also one of the “initiators” of this incident, and of course he understood what had happened.

He was extremely annoyed. He felt that he had harmed Song Qiaoxi. He wanted to be friends with Ding Miao so much that he let Song Qiaoxi eat Jinsha chocolate.

Elementary school is no better than kindergarten. His mother taught him in advance that he should not eat during class, so he can distribute sweets to the children between classes.

Song Qiaoxi was his first friend in the Primary School Affiliated to the Normal University. Of course Zhao Xin knew the truth about being righteous to friends.

It’s just that his character is naturally soft, and now he has no idea at all, and his little **** is writhing anxiously on the bench.

In 1996, a long bench was used in the first-grade classroom of the Normal Primary School, and two people at the same table sat on the same bench.

Ding Miao noticed that the bench was moving all the time.

She seems to be at the same table as if she can’t sit still, dangling?

Pushing his glasses, raising his head from the book, turning his head to find that Zhao Xin’s blush is glowing, with crystal beads of sweat coming out of his forehead, and his eyes look at him helplessly.

“Miaomiao, Song Qiaoxi ate the chocolate I gave, so she won’t be discovered by the teacher…”

The boy’s eye sockets were red and his big eyes were foggy. He hesitated for a long time and he lowered his head, using a voice that only the two of them could hear, and confessed to Ding Miao initiatively.

Somehow, when Zhao Xin saw Ding Miao, she felt that she was a kind of child with a strong opinion, a good study, and a particularly strong independence, and he was full of affection for her.

Although the little girl wears glasses, Ding Miao’s eyes are big and round, even if she wears glasses, she can’t block her beautiful eyes…

Ding Miao and the little adult sighed and shook their heads.

That’s why she doesn’t like to mix with the “Little Gang of Three”.

Song Qiaoxi, Wang Junyang, and his little, stubborn, naughty brother, knew every day that they were mischievous, and as long as the three of them appeared, they would definitely be furious and restless.

Fortunately, she thought Song Qiaoxi had really changed. She was no longer arrogant and unreasonable. Who knew she was starting to make strange things in class now.

Ding Miao is not that kind of enthusiastic kid. He didn’t want to deal with Zhao Xin who blushed easily, but turned his head and looked at the boy’s sincere eyes…

A picture suddenly flashed in her mind. Song Qiaoxi called her name sweetly several times, looking forward to wanting to be friends with her…

I always feel that Song Qiaoxi now is different from before.

Now Xixi, looking at people’s eyes, full of trust and love are about to overflow, and she is very sincere.

It is undeniable that Song Qiaoxi looks very attractive, so cute and not aggressive at all. Even if everyone is a little girl, anyone who meets the first time will want to get close to her.

A soft, cute, fleshy little glutinous ball, with big eyes bent into crescents, smiled at people, and the eyes shone like stars.

Nuo Tuanzi’s small curly hair is not a double ponytail like a rabbit ears pierced by Aunt Qiao’s skillful hands, or two flower buds. Unlike his mother, she always cuts her short hair into a younger sister’s head.

Song Qiaoxi is not naughty anymore, Ding Miao originally planned to continue to observe her, and accepted her as a friend.

Just now…

Song Qiaoxi was wrong about not eating in class, but if it wasn’t for her deskmate, she would have to give her candy…

These two people are half a catty.

After all, it is not a principled error.

“Don’t worry, she’s okay. Song Qiaoxi is smart and can solve it by herself without being discovered by the teacher.”

Ding Miao whispered, glanced at Zhao Xin, and nodded slightly to him.

The little girl wearing glasses hadn’t noticed it herself, and there was a little comfort in the words she said to the boy.

For a long time, she didn’t make any movement at the same table.

Ding Miao looked up at him suspiciously. Zhao Xin blushed like a shrimp cooked in boiling water, staring at the sugar bag in his hand stupidly, without saying a word, wondering what he was thinking?

Push the glasses, retract the line of sight.

Um, boys are really fragile…

At this moment, Teacher Feng has already been made up by the first-year little peasants who are particularly capable of doing things this year.

Jiang Qisheng in front of her had been educated for a long time, and he didn’t have any regrets.

Xiao Pangdun looked left and right, and seemed to find that Chu Jin, who was far away from the podium, would not come over, and soon regained his awkward attitude of “accepting with an open mind and never changing after repeated teachings”.

Before the preschool, this kid was not like that?

“Report.”

At the entrance of the classroom, there was a small curly glutinous ball.

Song Qiaoxi is back.

Teacher Feng asked Jiang Qisheng to return to his seat and walked over quickly. Seeing her pouting her mouth, she smiled embarrassedly at herself.

The little girl’s big eyes were red and the tip of her nose was red, she looked very pitiful.

Seeing Song Qiaoxi was okay, Teacher Feng comforted her again, and said to Jiang Qisheng in the back row with a serious expression: “Jiang Qisheng, come to my office after class.”

The little fat guy who was “doing things” came down, and no one in the class talked anymore, so Mr. Feng quickly divided the rest of the table together.

Song Qiaoxi returned to her seat, seeing that Chu Jin’s face was still a little stern, and she was standing near the podium with her schoolbag on her back.

Having just experienced the “rest of life”, I wanted to share it with him with excitement on his face, and also wanted to thank him for letting Jiang Qisheng come over and apologize to himself.

Waved to him in a small arc, motioning Chu Jin to “look here, look here”.

Chu Jin can see Xiao Nuo Tuan beckoning to himself excitedly, frowning slightly.

It seems that for anything related to Song Qiaoxi, Uncle Song, and Aunt Qiao, he is very easy to get angry, so angry that he wants to knock down those who bully them or speak ill of them.

What’s strange is that even if you get angry, as long as Song Qiaoxi, the glutinous dumpling, smiles at him, she won’t be able to express any temper.

The fists thrown out seemed to hit the soft cotton.

The boy’s self-esteem told Chu Jin that he should just ignore her now. He just made himself so worried. The little dumpling didn’t cry clearly, and he was full of chocolate…

Chu Jin just held back for a few seconds, and couldn’t help it. He really couldn’t ignore such a big person and winking at him desperately.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qiaoxi.

With curving apricot eyes, her two white and tender little hands pressed against her round cheek, and she exaggeratedly said to him with her lips: “Chu Jin, thank you for wow~”

I almost shouted a few words, for fear that others would not be able to hear it.

Song Qiaoxi found that Chu Jin was watching her, and thanked him unreservedly.

Before the words finished, I saw a light red on the boy’s pale face.

Immediately, in addition to his face turning red, even his neck and earlobes became pink.

Chu Jin turned away immediately.

Xiao Nuo Tuan looked at the boy’s tall and tall back, only to see the head hanging slightly, which made her a little dazed for a while.

What’s wrong with Chu Jin, blushing?

Before Song Qiaoxi could think about it, Teacher Feng’s voice sounded in the class: “Students, the seats are basically arranged. Now the teacher asks everyone a question…”

The heel hit the concrete floor in the classroom and stopped after walking a few steps.

Teacher Feng stood by the podium, about half a meter away from Chu Jin.

Feng Aihua scanned the little peas in Class 5 of Grade One, looked at the curious faces of the children, and asked with a smile, “Who would like to sit at the same table with Chu Jin?”

Chu Jin paused when he heard it, and unconsciously squeezed the strap of the schoolbag with his fingertips, and his heartbeat accelerated sharply.

The little peasants in the classroom looked at each other, looking at Teacher Feng with a smile and kind look, and then at the beautiful “little prince”, there was a rustling sound in the class.

The children are obviously at a loss.

Most of the children in the compound know Chu Jin. Before his parents died, his family was very good. It can be said that he was the best in the compound.

Chu Jin is good-looking, dressed handsome and decent by his mother, learns everything quickly, and has a super high IQ. The adults in the compound praise him as polite when they meet him. He is a little prodigy and a proper “child of someone else’s family.”

But just now, Chu Jin grabbed Jiang Qisheng’s apology expression so fiercely, his eyes were full of chills, it was a bit scary…

Some children remained silent, and some children tentatively wanted to raise their hands and looked around to see no one’s head down, so they lowered their heads timidly, avoiding Teacher Feng’s ardent gaze deliberately.

Suddenly, a small hand was raised high and desperately rubbed in front of Teacher Feng.

“Teacher! I am willing to sit at the same table with Chu Jin!”

Song Qiaoxi ate toffee and chocolate again. She was very thirsty, and filled her belly with the small kettle prepared by her mother in both hands.

When Teacher Feng said, she put down the kettle in a panic and wiped the water from her mouth with her hand. Before the lid of the kettle was screwed on, she prepared to raise her hand.

Suddenly heard the little girl’s sharp voice, almost startled.

Someone is one step ahead of her?

Looking at the source of the sound, near the first row of the classroom door, a little girl with a long pony tail almost stood up from the bench, almost poking the nose of Teacher Feng with her fingertips.

Feng Aihua flashed in the direction of the podium, frowned slightly, and sighed heavily in his heart.

This little girl is pretty tiger…

The little girl who raised her hand was named Liang Feifei, who was also a child of the courtyard and was the same age as Song Qiaoxi.

Liang Feifei, the original owner has never provoke him. Song Qiaoxi is one of the few nodding acquaintances among the children in the compound. He has never froze, but the relationship is definitely not good.

The original owner’s temperament is typical of “bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.” Liang Feifei is not the kind of kid who is easy to bully.

There is not much intersection between the two girls.

Liang Feifei’s father and Song father are colleagues in an editing room. Her mother and Song mother are teachers in a higher vocational school, but Song mother teaches math and Liang mother teaches art.

Since both parents are colleagues, it is inevitable to meet frequently, Liang’s mother herself loves to compare her daughters with Song’s mother, for fear that Xixi’s limelight will overwhelm Feifei.

Liang’s mother, who is an art teacher, is very good at dressing up her daughter, and Liang Feifei is a fashionable little girl in the compound.

What about Faye Wong’s braid style, loose denim overalls, and everything that is popular in the season is given to girls.

Although Feifei’s skin is not white, her eyes are paired with a tall nose, her facial features are very typical and spicy, and she has not been fat since she was a child, and her cheeks are also thin.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her eyes were sharp.

Unlike Song Qiaoxi’s soft and cute appearance, Liang Feifei looked like a young girl who always had ideas.

“Teacher Feng, Chu Jin sit with me!” Liang Feifei repeated again.

She retracted her raised hand, poked her finger to sit beside her, round-faced little girl at the same table, and gave orders to the little girl, “You, get up, sit back.”

The round-faced little deskmate raised their heads in horror, holding the open schoolbag in one hand, and holding the big-headed son and the little-headed father’s printed pencil case in the other, and looked helplessly at Teacher Feng, emotionally on the verge of collapse, and was about to cry. .

Teacher Feng stepped off the podium and stood there a little awkwardly, let them sit down first, and heard Chu Jin’s dry and hoarse voice, “Teacher, I’ll sit by myself.”

Chu Jin’s tone was always cold, and he didn’t even look at Liang Feifei.

He has good eyesight. He saw an empty table in the last row of the classroom, nodded politely to Teacher Feng, carried his schoolbag, and walked to the back of the classroom.

Teacher Feng is also very helpless. Such a sensitive child may respect his own choice and make him feel better.

Defaulted to his choice.

Chu Jin gripped the shoulder strap of the schoolbag tightly with both hands, and walked across the desks with his lips pursed, ignoring the gazes of the students.

He didn’t want to be at the same table with Liang Feifei, to be precise, he didn’t need to be at the same table at all.

It doesn’t matter if you sit in the last row, even if you have seen Song Qiaoxi’s hand raised halfway, looking at him anxiously.

Still cruel, he didn’t let her have a chance to speak, because he had his own plan.

Chu Jin didn’t want any “gossip” to hurt Nuo Tuanzi a bit.

The Song family is the only family he wants to guard in this world.

Song Qiaoxi never found a chance to intervene. She raised her hands high, and Teacher Feng didn’t see it. She was busy comforting Liang Feifei’s little tablemate, and the round-faced girl lay on the table and cried.

On the other hand, Liang Feifei looked disgusted, and turned the language books in a very unbeautiful mood.

In the surprised gaze of all the children, Chu Jin walked to the last row of tables, took out the handkerchief prepared by Aunt Qiao, wiped the table clean, put down his schoolbag and sat down.

He opened the book and sorted out the desktop. He paid no attention to anyone, completely ignoring those curious or puzzled gazes.

Teacher Feng started to lecture.

In the first grade of elementary school, the first class is a Chinese class by the head teacher.

Song Qiaoxi spent the entire class looking for opportunities, secretly looking back at everything.

Nuo Tuanzi blinked his big eyes, watching Chu Jin sitting quietly in the last row of the classroom.

He didn’t pay attention to anyone, like a crystal clear little iceman, with his own “Do Not Disturb” barrier, he didn’t react at all to the onlookers of the surrounding students.

Seeing Chu Jin sitting there alone, feeling uncomfortable.

Xiao Nuo Tuan vowed to protect Chu Jin well, and just raised her hand to tell the teacher that she would like to be at the same table with Chu Jin.

To be honest, she was not at ease with whom Chu Jin was sitting with, because others would not know him as much as herself…

In this class, Song Qiaoxi’s attention was not on the textbook at all.

In my old memory, all the knowledge I learned in elementary school is there, and I don’t worry about embarrassing my parents if the mid-term and final exams are not good at all.

Turning his head from the left side for a while, and talking about his head from the right side for a while, Nuo Tuanzi’s movements were as small as possible, and there was basically no big movement.

Fortunately, the class teacher Feng’s class is quite special. There are nearly 70 children in a class. As long as she doesn’t talk indiscriminately and keeps quiet, and does some small gestures without disturbing other students, she has never been supervised.

In this respect, Feng Aihua pays more attention to the nature of children, unlike other teachers in the 90s who were extremely strict.

Children are naturally very active, sitting there motionless for so long after a class, changing adults are exhausted, let alone a group of six or seven-year-old dolls.

Too much control is counterproductive.

After the get out of class ended easily, Song Qiaoxi couldn’t hold back when Teacher Feng walked out of the classroom door as soon as the get out of class bell rang.

Looking at the seats in the last row of the classroom from a distance, she made a bold decision.

Next to Chu Jin, there was an empty seat.

The teacher didn’t say that no one is allowed to sit!

When Nuo Tuanzi Xiaozhiqiu’s temper came up, she gave her full execution ability.

The little hand “crash” pulled out the schoolbag from the hole in the table, packed the stationery and books on the table indiscriminately, and stuffed everything into the schoolbag.

A series of movements caused little freckles to look at Song Qiaoxi frequently at the same table.

In the stunned gaze of the same table, Song Qiaoxi put on the small schoolbag on her back, carried the water bottle in her hand, and walked backwards swaggeringly.

Liang Feifei, who was sitting in the first row, also turned her head, squeezing her nose, wanting to see what Song Qiaoxi was up to.

Chu Jin didn’t choose himself to be at the same table, definitely because he hadn’t emerged from the shadow of losing his parents yet, and he didn’t want to be friends with anyone.

I vaguely remember, it seems that Song Qiaoxi also raised her hand at that time, she wouldn’t want to sit at the same table with Chu Jin, right? But it doesn’t matter, Chu Jin didn’t care about him either, he was willing to sit by himself.

She grew up in a compound. She loved this boy like a little prince since she was a child. She hoped to be good friends with him, but Chu Jin rarely had time to play with his peers in the compound. Liang Feifei has never had the opportunity to interact with Chu Jin. .

Don’t worry, there are six years in elementary school, and there is always a chance to become good friends with him.

Thinking this way, Liang Feifei felt much better, and she didn’t feel that she had lost face compared with Song Qiaoxi.

She is always compared by her mother and the children in the compound, for fear that she is not as good as other children.

From a very young age, I have a scale in my heart. Before interacting with children, you need to put it on the scale first, and then consider whether you want to be a friend.

Staring at Song Qiaoxi’s cheerful back, I saw a little glutinous dumpling, all the way from the second row of the classroom to the last row of the classroom like a walk, stopping…

Liang Feifei’s eyes suddenly widened unbelievably, and her heart was sore and regretful right now.

How could it be like this? !