"Oops, you scared the hell out of me."

A spoonful of warm seaweed egg soup ran down the top of the boy's head to his forehead, face, and neck.

The smiling wind groaned, looking at the boy without fear or flashing, and wrote naked in his eyes: It's me, what can you do!

Feng Yin, this person, the main one does not suffer.

It doesn't matter if you're 80 or 3.

Not intentionally, there was a chance; Deliberately, revenge on the spot, the main hit is a hot overnight.

The boy understood, the hatred and disgust in his pupils as substance.

He didn't cry, he didn't make a fuss, he just stared at the wind in silence, staring at it deadly.

"What a spill! Oh my God, hurry up, change your clothes! ”

The head teacher and the life teacher both saw it, especially when they saw that it was this boy, both of them chuckled in their hearts, oh no!

"Feng Yin, you go take care of the other children, and I'll change his clothes."

The head teacher went to pull the boy, and Feng Yin made a mistake and stuffed the soup pot to the head teacher.

"I'll come."

Feng Yin stretched out his palm and said indescribably gently: "Let's go, the teacher will take you to change your clothes." ”

The boy did not move, did not cooperate.

"As your teacher, I can't let you stay like this, if you don't move, I can only force you to move!"

Feng Yin was not joking, she had already reached for the boy.

"Play this set!"

The boy who was originally sitting suddenly hugged Feng Yin's arm and bit Feng Yin's wrist viciously.

Feng Yin had long been wary of the boy, how could he let him succeed.

The other hand reached the battlefield in seconds, against the boy's forehead, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

"Ah——— I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you! ”

The boy roared, giving up on the decision to bite, his two little arms slamming in the air and kicking underneath with both feet in turn.

This action is skillful at a glance.

The Wind Groan Technical took a step back, and with the length of his arm, he pressed one hand against the top of the boy's head, allowing the boy to swing his limbs in place.

No matter how much the boy swung it, he couldn't reach the wind moaning.

This feeling of powerlessness made the boy even angrier.

"Ah———h

He backed away.

The next second he retreated, he picked up the small chair next to him, raised it high, and smashed it vigorously towards the child next to him!

Little brute!

Feng Yin stepped forward, grabbed the leg of the chair with one hand, and slid sideways to block the little girl who was beaten.

Seeing that he had not succeeded, the boy casually went to get the plate on the table, and one of them overturned, and the plate of the boy sitting opposite him slammed into the floor.

The wind snorted coldly, grabbed the boy's arm, and grabbed it with a backhand, controlling the boy.

"It's against you!"

The head teacher froze, and there was only one word in his heart: It's over!

The life teacher was dumbfounded, and there was another word in his heart: it was time to change jobs.

"Woo woo woo ——- teacher!"

One or two timid children cried.

In the kindergarten class, the kung fu was messed up in the blink of an eye.

[It's only a minute, how can it be like this!] 】

[What is an adult bullying a child doing/]

[Is it blind upstairs, a child who wants to bite, a child who smashes an innocent child next to him with a stool, and a child who overturns the plate at will, doesn't it need to be controlled? 】

[It's the wind that is stingy, and the child's dinner plate is overturned and it is not intentional, she must have sprinkled the soup on purpose. 】

[Don't scold me, I'm realistic, the little boy's dinner plate was originally good, but it was suddenly overturned by himself. 】