The smile on An Huan's face remained the same, she twisted a pen and played with it in her hand, raised her eyes to look at Zhang Xiaobei, and said lightly: "Why should I tell you, won't you go looking for it yourself?" ”

"I told you that I hid your chair, but I won't tell you where I hid your chair. And I guess you won't be able to find your chair, so you'll be standing up for class later. An Wan didn't breathe and continued.

According to the meaning of An Huan's words, she hid Zhang Xiaobei's chair, but she just didn't say where she hid the chair, and let Zhang Xiaobei find it herself.

An Huan thought that she hid Zhang Xiaobei's chair very well, and she was sure that Zhang Xiaobei would never find it.

Is this still a joke? The joke is too much, this is bullying.

An Huan was clearly bullying Zhang Xiaobei to show others, as if she felt a sense of accomplishment when others saw her bullying Zhang Xiaobei.

Every time I saw Zhang Xiaobei being bullied by An Huan, the classmates in the class were very excited.

Sure enough, after An Huan's words were finished, the classmates in the class couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, look, the village girl is going to cry......"

"I want to laugh when I see her crying!"

……

These people, watching Zhang Xiaobei being bullied by An Huan, were like watching a play, and some people applauded.

Zhang Xiaobei didn't cry, but still looked embarrassed, but he still couldn't help but ask An Huan: "Chief, where did I offend you, why did you do this to me?" ”

"Because I think you're a bully." There was no beating around the bush at all, and An Huan said with a smile.

An Huan's words made everyone laugh again.

Because, I think you're so bullied...... Zhang Xiaobei was told a word, and her injured body was incomplete, and she felt ashamed.

"Bell Bell Bell ......" At this time, the class bell rings immediately after the end of the morning reading class, which makes the whole class quiet a little.

Seeing that the teacher was coming, Zhang Xiaobei took a deep breath, ignored the mocking gazes of An Huan and the others, turned around and began to wander around the class, trying to find his chair that was hidden by An Huan.

The squad leader sitting in the front row saw Zhang Xiaobei turning around in the class and rolled his eyes.

When Zhang Xiaobei probed his brain past him, the squad leader stood up, looked at Zhang Xiaobei and said solemnly: "Zhang Xiaobei, didn't you hear the class bell, why don't you go back to your seat quickly!" ”

The squad leader is a tall, thin boy with glasses, although he is not very good-looking, but he is a fair person and a quality person.

- At least, Zhang Xiaobei has never seen the squad leader laugh at her.

Seeing the squad leader, Zhang Xiaobei felt that the grievances in his heart suddenly found an outlet, stopped, and hurriedly said to the squad leader: "Squad leader, my chair is gone, An Wan hid my chair, I'm looking for my chair......"

The class leader was sitting in the front row, and it was morning reading time just now, and the students in the front row were reading, and their voices were loud-

Therefore, what happened in the back row just now, the conversation between Zhang Xiaobei and An Huan, and the coaxing of everyone sitting in the back row, the squad leader did not listen.

But when the squad leader heard Zhang Xiaobei's words now, he suddenly understood: Zhang Xiaobei was bullied by An Huan again.

"What are you looking for, it's already in class, don't look for it, go to the podium and take the teacher's chair on the podium to the seat first!" The squad leader said to Zhang Xiaobei.