Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling - Chapter 6

The bicycle bell skins full of schoolbags squeezed into Ding Yi’s cloth schoolbag, making a crisp metal crash, as if every car bell was grinning silly at her.

Song Qiaoxi was dumbfounded, her breathing stopped for a moment.

Frowning and recalling, it seems that it was yesterday, when the first day of preschool, the original owner suddenly came up with a ghost idea.

Both the original owner and the two little followers hated this **** preschool.

During a good summer vacation, the three people hid together in Wang Junyang’s house and played the air-conditioning, playing the Xiaobawang learning machine to watch “Legend of the New White Lady”. Isn’t it fragrant?

There is no air conditioning in the elementary school classrooms, only a few head-shaking fans, which are hot and stuffy, and the Chinese pinyin and the multiplication table of ninety-nine are boring and boring.

Therefore, the bored and unwilling original owner gave instructions to the two small attendants.

Ask them to unscrew all the bells and skins of the bicycle shed attached to the normal school and sell them to the old man collecting waste at the entrance of the compound.

They also expressed righteousness that the money they sold would buy the little snowman and sesame sauce ice cream, and everyone would eat it together.

The reason for doing this is to give the teachers a good start, and let them know that the quasi-first grade Xiaodouding is not easy to provoke.

This silly brain circuit is a bit strange, isn’t it?

Song Qiaoxi’s mind is noisy at the moment, Chu is doing things, can’t cause trouble at school, bicycle bells, Wang Junyang and Ding Yi worship and look forward to…

Being mixed up makes her one head and two big.

Fortunately, she can distinguish between primary and secondary, and the most urgent thing to solve right now is the Bell Pi incident.

According to her experience of being a primary school student for 4 years before she wears the book, if this matter is discovered by the teacher, she must definitely ask her parents.

“Teacher is here! Get back to your seat!” A fleshy little boy rushed into the classroom from the corridor, running out of breath.

After hearing this, the children ran back to their seats like birds and beasts.

Song Qiaoxi followed the voice and looked at the door of the classroom.

This boy, who was obviously one size older than his peers, was named Jiang Qisheng. She knew him, and this was the enemy of the original owner in the compound.

Jiang Qisheng has a tiger-headed brain. His father is the vice president of the newspaper and the direct leader of Song’s father.

He usually likes to learn from his father’s leadership speech and is the “Kid King” of the compound.

Children of the same age or younger in the yard basically listen to him, of course, except for the “Little Gang of Three” led by the original owner.

Although the numbers of the two sides are quite different, the “Little Three Gang” really suffered a loss in the compound. On the contrary, it was Jiang Qisheng and the others who often slumped.

Mainly due to the original owner, her upside-down black mouth and big wet eyes blinked. Adults were often confused by her appearance, which caused Jiang Qisheng and the others to give the “Little Three Gang” a scapegoat at every turn.

Jiang Qisheng was naturally very displeased by her.

Song Qiaoxi turned her head and found that Jiang Qi was striding forward with a heavy stride, rushing toward their desk like a bull.

She hurriedly got up from her seat. She grabbed Ding Yi’s schoolbag and “swiped” and zipped it up, winking at Ding Yi to keep him quiet.

Then he turned around, took Wang Junyang’s arm with one hand, and asked him to sit back and sit down.

I immediately sat down and opened the Chinese textbook, pretending to read the book seriously.

Regardless of this set of actions, she is still very nervous in her heart, praying that Jiang Qisheng will not let Jiang Qisheng discover the bell of the schoolbag.

According to his character, he must not immediately go to the teacher for a short report.

Song Qiaoxi knew that she was still carrying the “cauldron” on her head who skipped class on the first day of school, and that the other party was the son of her father, so she must not cause trouble anymore.

A shadow fell from the top of her head, Song Qiaoxi looked up and found Jiang Qisheng was sticking in her waist, staring domineeringly at the snacks spread out in front of Wang Junyang.

He played official accent like a little adult: “Oh, Song Qiaoxi, are you and Wang Junyang here to set up a street stall or to go to school? They don’t look like a socialist successor at all! If you have the ability, just let it go, and wait for the teacher to come and see her. How to train you.”

After speaking, his round belly pushed the desks of Song Qiaoxi and Wang Junyang provocatively, knocked down a bottle of Wahaha, swaggered back to the back seat and sat down.

The little peas in the class giggled and laughed together.

Song Qiaoxi watched Wang Junyang clenched her fists in anger, as if to “fight” with Jiang Qisheng to the end.

He hurriedly stopped him and said in a low voice, “Don’t be familiar with Jiang Qisheng. He just wants to irritate us, and then ask the teacher to file a complaint. There are too many of them, and you will suffer if you rush to do it.”

Seeing Wang Junyang staring at herself in a daze, she imagined it, and added: “We will be elementary school students soon, and fighting with hands is too low-level, it’s better…”

I saw Wang Junyang slapped his forehead and said “I understand you” on his face, and rushed to answer: “I see, boss, why don’t we pull out Jiang Qisheng’s mother’s bicycle valve core tonight?”

“I think it’s ok, I know his mother’s bicycle.” Ding leaned his head over and agreed, and a pair of small eyes flashed with a sly light behind his glasses.

Hearing this remark, Song Qiaoxi’s mouth twitched awkwardly.

No, why can’t you get along with the bicycle?

What did it do wrong with the bicycle…

Facing Wang Junyang’s sincere expression, she turned to look at Ding Yi who was looking forward to her. She really couldn’t pull her face to hit them.

Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath, and patiently explained to them: “No, I mean, why don’t we try to improve our academic performance and become good children? Teachers like to learn 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 childish practices to the elementary school, so we don’t want to be like him.”

Ding Yi and Wang Junyang were silly to hear this.

Wang Junyang turned his head on his side, and Ding’s eyes widened, but the two of them 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 on his face, and walked in with a water glass in his hand.

This is a Chinese class. Teacher Feng is a young and gentle female teacher. Song Qiaoxi has a very good impression of her, and she speaks out to her deskmates and backseats.

Wang Junyang silently took out the Chinese textbook from his schoolbag, and put a tabletop snack into the table hole.

Ding Yi also put the schoolbag full of “stolen goods” back into the table hole, and opened the brand new first-year Chinese.

When Song Qiaoxi saw this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While the teacher was rectifying class discipline, she recalled the daily class schedule. There were four classes in the morning, and the last class was an activity class, and she could freely move around on the playground.

It’s better to take advantage of that class and put Wang Junyang and Ding back together with a bell, so that it can be regarded as “return to Zhao”. After the third get out of class was over, Song Qiaoxi closed the pinyin book that was deliberately crooked, and dragged two small attendants to the bicycle shed in the backyard of the teaching building.

They walked in a hurry, and none of the three of them noticed, and there was an extra shadow behind them.

“Let’s move faster, come, Wang Junyang, this row belongs to you, Ding Yi, you twist this row, I’ll twist the last row.”

Song Qiaoxi quickly assigned the task.

Wang Junyang and Ding Yi were arranged clearly, the three of them quickly entered the state, and the six small hands put the silver bell skins back in their original positions.

Ding Yi finished **** first and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Picking up the schoolbag dropped on the ground and glanced, there were two left and took them out of the bag.

As soon as he lifted his hair, the man stared at him directly in the corner, scared that he could not hold his two bells firmly, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

“teacher……”

Ding Yi hurriedly picked up the bell skin on the ground and put it in his trouser pocket, but unfortunately the uninvited guests had already seen what they were doing.

This move is simply overwhelming.

Hearing the movement, Wang Junyang raised his head and looked at it. He was so scared that he sat on the ground and couldn’t speak.

Stopping the work in her hands, Song Qiaoxi turned around suspiciously and stared at Teacher Feng with a serious face. The bells in her hands were all hot, and her brain was a little lack of oxygen.

This time it’s completely finished…

“Teacher, no, it’s none of their business, it’s the bell that I wrung.”

Wang Junyang got up from the ground, squeezed a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, trembling and taking the initiative to take the matter to him.

Looking at Wang Junyang in surprise, Song Qiaoxi frowned. She is a young lady with a 10-year-old memory, how can she let the children take care of her.

Song Qiaoxi pulled him behind, gritted his teeth, and decided to “confess and be lenient.” After all, the last time he took the initiative to admit his mistake, he was not punished.

She lowered her head and walked a few steps forward, sincerely admitting her mistake: “I’m sorry, Teacher Feng, I took them to do it, but we knew we were wrong, so we came back and put the car bell back.”

After speaking, slowly raised his head.

Teacher Feng looked at Nuo Tuanzi with big red eyes and sincerely arguing with the little boy. On the contrary, he felt a little cute.

She has just graduated from normal school for two years and has been taking a little Douding. She knows that a child of this age has just come from kindergarten. She is naughty and has never learned the rules, but for the first time she voluntarily admits her mistake and finds it to make up for it.

After all, it is a summer preschool, not the official start of school. A few children dare to admit their mistakes and take actions to make up for them, and their consciousness is quite high.

“The three of you, little naughty bag, hurry up and turn the car bell back,” Teacher Feng held back a smile, slightly stern, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, “The activity class will begin immediately, and go to class as soon as you are done. It’s commendable to take the initiative to admit mistakes.”

“Okay, thank you teacher!”

Upon seeing this, Song Qiaoxi urged Ding to install the remaining two, and then checked again before leaving. There was no shortage of three rows of bicycles and a bell.

Pulling Wang Junyang and Ding Yi, they bowed to Teacher Feng.

After that, the “Little Gang of Three” escaped from the “crime scene” as quickly as possible, and the three little cubs’ faces were full of joy of “aftermath”.

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After school at noon, Song Qiaoxi held her schoolbag in her arms and sat on the small bamboo chair in the back seat of her mother’s bicycle.

The road home is not far away, and it takes about 15 minutes to ride a bicycle, but even if her mother chooses to ride in the shade, she can still see her mother’s back is wet with sweat.

Song Qiaoxi had an idea and took out the pinyin book he sent today from her schoolbag, fanning her mother like a fan. When she was spotted by her, she laughed and scolded her for “ruining the book”.

Even if she was scolded, she just stuck out her tongue, and the fan’s little hand did not stop, and she could see that her mother was in a good mood.

School was over at noon today, and Teacher Feng also praised her good performance in school in front of her mother.

Entering the compound, my mother got out of the car and pushed away. She chin to Song Qiao Xi Nunu and asked her to look at the white lunch box in the basket. She smiled and asked her: “I bought your favorite crab meat buns and white chicken at noon. How about another cucumber egg drop soup?”

“Okay, thank you mom.”

With a sweet smile to her mother, Song Qiaoxi’s voice is soft, what a child with a mother is a treasure, she finally realized.

In fact, she is not picky about eating at all. She has always had a good appetite. Before she wore a book, she was not fat enough to eat, but now, she seems to be fed by her mother a little too well.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered Chu Jin. At dinner yesterday, she didn’t eat much meat when she saw him, just picking up vegetarian dishes.

Doesn’t he like to eat meat?

But today at noon, the steamed buns are stuffed with meat, and the white chicken is also a meat dish. It’s hard to say that he can only drink some egg drop soup, so he can’t eat enough.

They were hesitating to tell their mother if they could add another vegetable dish, they had already reached the door of the house.

I wonder how Chu Jin was doing this morning?

I haven’t seen him all morning, I still miss him a little bit…

Being picked up by her mother from the car seat and waiting for her to lock the car, Song Qiaoxi followed her mother happily with her small schoolbag on her back.

The thought of seeing a nice little brother right away makes me feel very happy.

The door opened, and mother carried the lunch box into the kitchen.

After changing her slippers, Song Qiaoxi walked into the living room cautiously, fearing that Chu Jin was reading and her movements would disturb him too much.

But there was no one in the empty living room.