"Sister, I'll help you pull the weeds. ”

After the running team was disbanded, Ma Huayang trotted over, and after squatting, he pulled the grass silently, swishing fast, and throwing the grass blades that were torn off was thrown around, looking like he was deliberately angry.

"You have to pull out the roots. The roots are all broken in it, and they will grow again. ”

Li Shenxing, who was careful and meticulous, pointed out the carelessness in his work, then pulled out a whole grass, shook off the soil at the roots, and held it up to demonstrate to him.

The two little cousins have to compete in the daily Shura field no matter what, and they have to pull Song Ci as a referee, and the competition for favor is obvious.

It's just embarrassing to think of a bowl of Song porcelain with flat water.

Song Ci saw that the two of them were about to start a new round of open and secret fighting, so he hurriedly neutralized the mud.

"Brother Shen Xing is right, but Brother Huayang didn't mean it. Let's pull it out, stop talking, the teacher has seen it. ”

The two elder brothers died down, and they were bored and pulled weeds from the ground.

Song Ci looked at the sky speechlessly.

Why do you want to put your two brothers in the same class? Even if you change your cousin, you can do it!

It's a pity that Ma Huajing was assigned to the second shift and was not with them. She misses her gentle, generous, and understanding cousin!

Song Ci sighed sadly, followed the two cousins with amazing combat effectiveness to move forward, and easily gathered the weeds they pulled out into a pile, picked them up and threw them into the big trash can by the playground.

Li Shenxing was busy competing with Ma Huayang and didn't care about her for a while.

This opponent is too strong, and he has to work hard to keep up.

But it's also normal.

Ma Huayang is two years older than him, and he usually does a lot of farm work, so he is naturally able to pull out the grass;

Not to mention that Ma Huayang is in full swing today, and he doesn't even have the situation of chasing and deserting with his good male classmates halfway, and he is bent on pulling weeds, as if he has a grudge against weeds.

In this way, Li Shenxing can't keep up.

It's a realistic version of the tortoise-rabbit race.

Song Ci looked a little funny, but also a little worried.

Ma Huayang obviously had something on her mind, and she didn't take the initiative to tell her, she thought about asking in private later.

"Hey, let it go!"

As soon as Song Ci was distracted, the braid on the back of her head was suddenly pulled by someone, which made her scalp hurt for a while.

She raised her hand to shoot without thinking, but the mischievous little boy refused to let go.

"The little man can't fight!"

The boy laughed naughtily, tugging at her braids and pulling them around.

"Tell you to let go, do you hear?"

Song Ci was angry.

Regardless of whether the other party was a genuine human cub with limited attack power, he directly condensed a spiritual force and stabbed at his chaotic hand.

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The boy felt a pain in the tiger's mouth, instinctively let go of his hand, lowered his head and rubbed the stinging tiger's mouth desperately, and cried wow:

"I'm bitten by bugs, I'm poisoned, I'm dying!"

"Tell you to bully my sister!"

Ma Huayang was attracted by Song Ci's angry scream just now, rushed over like a small locomotive and punched the boy, knocked him to the ground and rode on it.

The little boy screamed in pain, crying so much that he cried with snot and tears.

"Teacher Ma Huayang beat someone!"

Song Fengxian pointed her throat and complained to the teacher.

The physical education teacher hurriedly ran over, picked up the two students who were fighting one by one, and indiscriminately roared first to stop them:

"Fight in class?

Ma Huayang glared at his opponent unconvinced, and reported loudly:

"He bullied my sister first!"

The boy didn't care to refute, holding his hand that was still tingling, crying in shock and fear:

"Teacher, I've been bitten by bugs, it hurts, am I poisoned to death? Woo help! I want my mother!"

The physical education teacher was so crying that his head was big, but it was not a trivial matter for the student to be bitten by a poisonous insect, and it had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

He put down the two elementary school students he was carrying, and bent down to check the hand of a student who was crying.

"I'll see, where is the bite?"

The boy cried so much that he couldn't speak clearly, and pointed to the tiger's mouth and said:

"That's it, that's it, it hurts. ”

The physical education teacher came closer and looked over and over again, not to mention the wound, not even a little red mark.

"No, isn't that good?"

"Pain! Mom help!"

The boy howled even harder, and the ears of the approaching PE teacher buzzed.

He saw that this student was crying so badly, his forehead was sweating, and he didn't know whether it was crying or pain, but it certainly didn't look like he was pretending.

The teacher didn't dare to delay, picked up the student and ran to the office, asking a colleague to help take a look.

Ma Huayang hummed in a relieved whisper:

"Well deserved. ”

Song Ci also snorted lightly, rubbing his aching scalp, and felt that he should give the boy who owed a little hardship.

She is measured, at most she will make the boy hurt for a while, and it will not cause any substantial damage.

This little conflict is not going to happen.

Alas, on the second day of school, she achieved her first achievement in life, which seemed to indicate that her future school life would be colorful.