Thanks to Qiu Yun, everyone who knows Qiao Yiran knows that he has a nickname called "Baby". It's just that no other classmate dares to ignore his dissatisfaction and threats like Qiu Yun, and call "baby" as always.

"Baby, you're writing this wrong!"

"It's either brother or it."

"Oh, baby."

“…… Where is it written wrong? ”

"You wrote the letters 'b' and 'd' backwards!"

"How is that possible? I've known Pinyin for two years...... "A line of 'b' is really mixed with a few 'd'," I ...... I was distracted when I was writing! It's true! Qiu Yun: What kind of eyes are you? ”

"Oh, it's nothing, distracted, I know."

Qiao Yiran awkwardly erased and rewrote, and opened Qiu Yun's homework book unconvinced, insisting on finding some mistakes to balance his mind. Flipping from beginning to end, closing the workbook in a dejected manner, he was hit again.

Not only did Qiu Yun make no mistakes, but even the handwriting was very good, and every homework was excellent. I thought I had written well, and compared to her, it was like painting tadpoles, not writing.

"That's right, baby, congratulations on being the class leader!"

"Hmph, what's there to congratulate." He's not the first, so there's really no surprise.

"Be happy, my little class leader." Qiu Yun pinched his little face, the baby fat gradually faded, and the cold edges and corners began to take shape.

"Don't pinch my face!"

"Hey~ The baby has grown up, and it is becoming less and less cute! It's so sad~" Qiu Yun loves Qiao Yiran the most, she can't help it, helpless and full of connivance, "It would be nice if I were a sister!" "With such a cute brother, she will be woken up in her dreams.

"Hmph, impossible, you are destined to call me brother in this life!" If there is any point that Qiao Yiran has an unshakable advantage, it is only the suppression of age!

"The little mouse is much cuter than you, and you follow me all day long to call your sister!" Speaking of Wu Tianhao, Qiu Yun couldn't help laughing. It's really not a loss to say that Wu Tianhao is a little mouse, he is like a little mouse, and he can't hide his nose where he hides delicious food. loves food and is naïve, so Qiu Yun quickly accepted his younger brother, and calling his sister to have food is a good deal for him.

Joe Yiran knew it, and he was very ashamed of it.

Wu Tianhao is to eat people who have no lower limit, and he actually called his sister to Qiu Yun, who is younger than him, and he is useless! Qiao Yiran was angry: "Where is he cute, he eats a lot, and he grows fat!" ”

"What's wrong with the fat man, what's wrong with being able to eat?" It was the first time Qiu Yun accused Qiao Yiran so seriously, she remembered that she was ridiculed by others, while they kept currying favor for some reason, and on the other hand, she scolded her behind her back for being a dead fat person. The little mouse is still so small, and there will be time to get thinner in the future. "I just like him for being chubby and fleshy!"

In Qiao Yiran's opinion, Qiu Yun's anger was entirely because she liked Wu Tianhao. Usually, she is more willing to contact Wu Tianhao, holding his fat hand and rubbing his soft arms and face.

And with him? After thinking about it, Qiao Yiran found that he and Qiu Yun were together except for reading books, and they didn't have the intimacy with Wu Tianhao at all.

"He was originally fat, dare to eat and dare to admit it?"

"Joe Yiyi, please apologize!"

Qiao Yiran was stunned, almost red-eyed, Qiu Yun finally stopped calling him a baby, but she was angry, she was angry with him for an outsider, they are the best friends!

"Qiu Yun, I don't allow you to like Wu Tianhao, we are good friends!"

"Why wouldn't you? The same goes for Joe, if you don't apologize, we're not good friends anymore! ”

Qiao Yiran took two steps back, not believing that this was what Qiu Yun said. Obviously, just now they came home from school together and did their homework together, and they were so good, she obviously said that she liked him the most......

"I don't!" Qiao Yiran grabbed his book homework, put it in his schoolbag haphazardly, and ran home.

Qiao Nuannuan was teaching Bei Bei to write pinyin hand-in-hand, glanced at his strange son, and didn't take it to heart. Children's joys, sorrows, and sorrows come and go quickly.