Just when Tong Ziru was looking for a designated Chinese textbook in the third-grade classroom, a hand poked her in the back.

In an instant, thanks to her quick reaction, she suddenly turned around and leaned against the wall, and her left hand began to resist. The stickiness of the brand doesn't seem to be too big, and she can vaguely feel loose, and although her hair is tied up, two strands have fallen out in the pull just now.

It turned out to be a burly fat girl on the blue team tearing up her name tag. How could she be this girl's opponent when she was thin.

The fat girl smiled evilly, her smiling eyes were squinted clearly, the fat on her face was piled up, she and Tong Ziru's hands pulled each other together, one to defend and the other to attack.

"Hehe, Teacher Tong, you can't compare

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