"It's useless to send it to the police station, the world is as black as a crow, didn't you listen to what this little deflated San said just now, his uncle is old-fashioned." Fu Jiafeng immediately objected.

Su Mo stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Who did you learn from so cynically, and the world is as black as a crow, will you use words, if you don't send it to the police station, what are you going to do, just cover them?" ”

As soon as the two children heard that it was possible to let themselves go, they immediately began to beg for mercy: "Two big brothers, we don't dare anymore, let's treat the two of us as farts." ”

"Tut, look at these two children who know a lot about current affairs, why don't you know how to beg for mercy when you are beaten." Su Mo laughed at Fu Jiafeng.

Fu Jiafeng immediately became angry and continued to hit the children.

At this time, there were already many passers-by watching.

It stands to reason that when two adults beat two children, no matter how much sense of justice there is, people may hug each other with their eyes, but after learning the reason from the enthusiastic food stall owner, they immediately feel that the fight is good and the fight is good, and they can't wait to go up and kick it twice.

However, it is unlikely that it will continue to fight, and it is enough to teach a lesson, after all, serious consequences still exist only in hypothetical.

The car never exploded and there were no casualties.

"No, we can't let them go so simply, let's let them go when we go back, maybe they will intensify the firecrackers everywhere," Fu Jiafeng was indignant, and added later: "I have experience!" ”

Well, Su Mo could no longer refute it, because he lacked experience in this area.

"You have to think of a punishment that they will never forget, or cut off one of their toes?" Fu Jiafeng asked Su Mo's opinion.

Su Mo looked at the two children, and as soon as the two children heard that they were going to have their toes cut off, they immediately hugged each other and cried.

"It's not impossible to chop off your toes, but if the scars are good and forget the pain, it is estimated that they will be able to set off firecrackers everywhere again in two or three months."

"Then what do you say, or cut their little JJ and let them be girls." Fu Jiafeng recalled, in fact, there is not much to do, after all, a child of such an age will not have any criminal punishment for killing his parents.

"Uh, how do you know they don't want to be girls?" Su Mo was curious.

"No, let's not be girls, please." The two little boys were so frightened that they vowed never to set off firecrackers again.

"I want to be a girl when my brain is in water." Fu Jiafeng sneered: "Su Mo, you shouldn't have such an idea, I can tell you, if you really go to Thailand for surgery, don't blame me for not recognizing you as a little brother." ”

"Old man, I really don't want to hit you, especially at this time." Su Mo's teeth began to hurt again.

"What do you want to do, I didn't offend you." Fu Jiafeng looked at Su Mo vigilantly, feeling that his little brother was about to get sick again.

"Okay, old man, you have experience, tell me, when is your most painful time?"

"Holding your pee while playing games?"

"You mean we're going to pour water on these two boys, make them hold their urine, suffocate them?" Su Mo was speechless, although he cooperated with Fu Jiafeng to intimidate these two little kids, it was a bit too much to play like that.

What if your bladder is burst at a young age?

"Then it's time to do your homework, and it's very uncomfortable when you do your homework." Fu Jiafeng said.

When Su Mo heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes looked at the used bookstore next to him, which was full of all kinds of teaching aids and various exercise books, some of which were already full, and more were all blank.

A few minutes later, Su Mo found eight exercise books from a second-hand bookstore for the price of a piece of five kilograms.

Two sixth-grade elementary school students, it should be no problem to do elementary school questions.

"From now on, you start to do the questions, and when you are done, you can leave, there is no slackness, no perfunctory, otherwise I will beat you." Su Mo borrowed a table and a small stool from the food stall next to him.

The food stall owner happily brought over a broken table and two broken benches.

The two children sat on the stool with a confused face, stuffed two pens for the "well-wisher", and began to do the problem without tears.

It is said that there is a primary school student who doesn't want to do homework, so he deliberately lost his schoolbag - now there is no need to write homework, she even naively thought that she would not need to write homework in the future, and after going back, she told the family, and the family really believed it, but before the evening, the police came to the door and sent the schoolbag back.

The police said, children, the bus driver picked up your schoolbag, afraid of delaying your homework, and sent it to our police station without even getting off work.

Take a look at it, it's not your bag.

Wow, the police uncle is good or bad, and the police uncle is a bad person.

Regardless of whether it is exam-oriented education or wishing for a son to become a Chan, China's primary school monks basically have an attitude towards homework.

These two sad children are doing their homework now.

On the cold winter street, a group of passers-by who don't know how to respect the old and love the young, and two fierce and vicious big brothers.

As soon as they get distracted, it will immediately be a fat beating.

The two children suffered major setbacks both physically and mentally.

"Is that correct?" Su Mo stood next to him and asked Fu Jiafeng uncertainly, it was not that his level was poor, it was mainly the things he learned in elementary school, and he had long forgotten it.

"How do I know, it shouldn't be right?" Fu Jiafeng shook his head.

"Wrong, C should be chosen." A girl's voice sounded with a milky voice, Su Mo turned his head to look, but he didn't see it, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a slim little Lori, who looked a little smaller than these two boys.

"Choose C, that's a mistake, you can fight." Su Mo motioned for Fu Jiafeng to move.

When the punishment for doing homework is not strong enough, of course, you need some extra color, so the writing comes into being.

"Little sister, what grade are you in?" When Fu Jiafeng was beating someone, Su Mo squatted down and blocked the little girl's view.

"Fifth grade, uncle." The little girl stood on tiptoe, as if trying to see what was happening at the scene.

"Little sister, aren't you afraid of hitting someone?" Su Mo asked.

"If you don't beat me, I'm not afraid, and if you hit me, I'm afraid." The little girl was impatient and took two steps in order to find a better perspective to see the excitement.

"Little sister, your student grades are very good." Su Mo didn't stop it.

"Average, third in the school." The little girl waved her hand very socially, obviously not wanting to deal with Su Mo, an elderly man who was too far behind her grade.

"Then can you help me supervise these two little brothers' homework, as long as they make mistakes, tell us, we beat the children to show you, how about it?"