"He doesn't hit anyone."

Tears flowed from her eyes as she spoke.

She felt wronged, although her brother didn't talk much, he was very good, he didn't hit people, why didn't the children like him.

She couldn't understand it.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved, she buried her head on the table, her shoulders shaking, looking weak and helpless.

The little fat girl was stunned and couldn't speak, but she didn't expect to make her sweet table cry, and she didn't know what to do.

Zhou Ling was originally reading, but after waiting for a long time, the little girl didn't come to talk to him, he raised his eyes strangely to see where she was, the little girl was lying on the table, her shoulders were shaking, obviously crying.

Zhou Ling was stunned for a moment, stood up, and walked over slowly.

first glanced at the little fat girl, the little girl saw Zhou Ling leaning against the wall in fright, and her voice was small and timid: "I, I didn't mean to ......"

Zhou Ling turned his gaze back indifferently to look at the girl lying on the table.

She seemed to be very aggrieved, her shoulders still shaking and crying silently.

She was small, sitting on the bench with her feet reaching the ground, Zhou Ling patted her, and she was so frightened that she almost fell off the stool.

Zhou Ling felt stretched out his arm to hold her, although he was the same age as her, he was taller than her, taller than the children in the class, only Meng Jiaojiao was the youngest in the class.

She cried so much that her whole face was red, and her eyes were even more red with tears, and she looked up at Zhou Ling pitifully.

"Brother~"

He shouted at him in a loud voice.

Zhou Ling turned his head and glared at the little fat girl, and then took Meng Jiaojiao's hand and walked out of the classroom.

The little fat girl was stunned, and when the figures of the two disappeared at the door, she began to cry in hindsight, frightening the children.

Woo woo, it's scary, Zhou Ling is scary......

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Meng Jiaojiao was weak, and Zhou Ling was also told to be especially careful to protect her sister at school.

He took her little hand and walked out cautiously and slowly.

walked to the pool by the school playground, turned on the faucet with his feet and wet his hands with water, and then turned his head to wipe the tears on Meng Jiaojiao's face.

He clumsily wiped her tears with his fingers.

Meng Jiaojiao sobbed and didn't shed tears, and obediently asked her brother to wipe her tears.

"Why are you crying?"

This is the first time in more than a year that Zhou Ling has taken the initiative to talk to her and ask her questions.

The little girl was overjoyed, but she didn't want to say anything.

She was afraid that her brother would be unhappy, and she was so sad that those children didn't like her brother.

Zhou Ling looked at her and shook his head, but he didn't ask again, and she slowly stopped crying.

The class bell rang, and Meng Jiaojiao looked at Zhou Ling with some anxiety.

"Brother, we're going to class."

Zhou Ling looked at the girl's nervous face, even if he softened the little girl's face, he still wiped it a little red.

She was too white, and her skin was too delicate, Zhou Ling gently wiped the water droplets off her face, and wanted to take her hand and take her back, but when she looked down at her slightly rough hand, it should be very cold with water stains.

"Let's go."

He looked at Meng Jiaojiao and asked her to go first, Meng Jiaojiao looked at her brother, hesitated to go forward, she was anxious, there were no children outside the class, would the teacher kill them, would the teacher not like her brother in that case.

Thinking about it, she turned around and took two quick steps to grab Zhou Ling's cold hand.

"Brother, shall we run back?"

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Zhou Ling's reaction, pulled him and ran forward on his short legs.