Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub Chapter 100

   Chapter 100 One Page, One Page Once

  Qiqi tiptoed to the door, lay on the ground with her little **** pouted, and slipped out through the crack of the door.

   "Eggy, is Uncle Fu still at the door? I saw his shoes!"

  "Can I drive him away? It's a pity that I didn't bring my water toy, otherwise I would water him!"

   "But Grandma Meng said that there was a misunderstanding between Mom and Uncle Fu... Eggy, what kind of misunderstanding do you think it is?"

  The little egg man turned somersaults and played with a slide on the doll's rounded face, "Why do you care so much, anyway, he can't bully your mother."

  After a period of understanding, Xiaodanren was sure that Song Yueliang was really a Tyrannosaurus rex.

  No one can be bullied.

   Whoever makes her unhappy, she must make people even more unhappy.

   "How about I slap him with a TV?" The little egg man thought of the task assigned by the scumbag mastermind, and gave conscientious advice.

  The thing with unknown attributes outside the door is one of the main culprits that may make it obliterated in the future.

  Take the TV to feed him, just to ask for interest.

  Qiqi turned over and sat up, not considering Dandan's suggestion.

  Electricity leakage can only burn hair, it doesn't hurt or itch, it's not very useful.

   Immediately, the little baby looked around and found a small wooden stick under the shoe cabinet. She gently dragged the small wooden stick out and held it in her hand.

  Using this wooden stick, can she beat Uncle Fu all over his head?

   "Stupid boy, something got in under the crack of the door."

  Qi Qi looked at the crack of the door, and there was indeed something stuffed in.

  Thin paper, full of words, she pulled it one by one, and after a while, there was a stack in her hand.

   "Mom, look, it must have been stuffed by that scoundrel Uncle Fu. He stuffed paper into our house!" Qi Qi was furious, and presented the evidence to her mother.

  Hearing her daughter's voice, Song Yueliang managed to recover from her gaffe.

  She took the paper.

  The paper torn from the notebook, the font written on it with a black pen, is a bit scribbled, but the strokes are free and easy, and contain sharpness.

   is Fu Yanchi's character.

  Like his people, they are harmless to humans and animals on the outside, but aggressive on the inside.

  One page, one diary, all of which are recorded in the past.

   Monday, September 1, 1980 was sunny

  The morning light is faint, and the road is lively.

   Today is the first day of school at Huicheng High School.

  The freshmen who entered the school on the way were excited, and I felt a sense of being out of place walking among them, and I didn't understand why they were so happy in the last semester.

   Attending classes, doing homework, competing for rankings on a piece of red paper... boring, day after day, what is there to be happy about?

  During the morning reading, the feeling of my body being exhausted surfaced, and cold sweat kept coming out. I lay down on the table and waited for the uncomfortable feeling to pass.

  I didn't close the window when I slept last night, and I caught cold. This body is worse than that of a frail old woman.

   Someone knocked on the desk suddenly, I didn't look up, and didn't want to pay attention.

  An object hit me and hit me. I thought someone was provoking me, so I slowly opened my eyes.

   "Hypoglycemia? Eat the buns." The clear and clean voice echoed in my ears, with an imperative tone, not sloppy at all, "Remember to eat breakfast in the future."

   I looked up, only to see the back of my head in a high ponytail.

   "Thank you." I thanked with a smile and ate the buns.

   What I scolded in my heart was meddling in my own business.

  Friday, September 5, 1980 Overcast

  I keep a cassette player in my bag.

  When school was over, I was blocked in the back alley of the school. Three people asked me for money. I think it should be because my Walkman is too conspicuous.

   Money will definitely not be given, and fights will definitely be fought.

   "Extortion and robbery?" A clear and clean voice came from the wall again, "I recognize you guys from Class 4, Grade 2."

   "Director Wang, someone here is taking the lead in extortion and robbery. If he is caught, will he be expelled from school?"

  I looked up, and sure enough, I saw the high ponytail again, with a bag of soy milk in my mouth, thorny and arrogant.

  There is the school playground on the other side of the wall. I don't know who Director Wang is, but his voice is really unpleasant, roaring, “Extortion and robbery? What class's name! Stand still and don't run away!”

  The three bums ran away immediately, and before they ran, they threatened the ponytail viciously, "You wait for me!"

   "Hey!" Ponytail easily jumped off the two-meter-high wall, looked me up and down before leaving, "Bai Chang is so tall."

  I feel a little complicated.

  She seems to regard me as a weak chicken?

  Ponytail quickly ran away, and Director Wang roared from the other side of the wall, "Song Yueliang, you climbed over the wall again!"

   One week into school, I finally remembered the name of the ponytail.

   Song Yueliang.

   Monday, September 8, 1980 was sunny

   My most hated Monday.

  The front desk came a little late today.

  I didn't arrive until I had read it earlier, still with a high ponytail, which dangled behind me when I walked.

  She had bruises on her face, which were quite conspicuous, but she didn't seem to care at all. She stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom slowly, still thorny and arrogant.

  I poked her on the back lightly with the tip of a pen, "Song Yueliang, did those in Class 4, Grade 2, bother you? Is it because they helped me that day..."

   "What does my fight have to do with you?" She blocked me back with one sentence.

   This person is not easy to get along with.

   But fun.

   After school in the afternoon, I blocked the three-person group of Class 4, Senior Two.

   But when I saw them, I couldn't find where to start.

  Those three people all had pig heads, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, much worse than Song Yueliang.

  Back home, Uncle Gui asked me why I was laughing, so happy.

  I said that my front desk is a school bully, which is very interesting.

  Friday, September 26, 1980 Sunny

  The second physical education class in the afternoon.

  The sun is very strong today, and my eyes are blackened. This kind of time can especially show the difference between me and the people around me.

  The rest of the people were sweating profusely from the sun, and their faces were flushed. Only me, my skin was pale, and my sweat was cold.

   Standing in line, Song Yueliang was standing in front of me.

  I am tall, but she is also tall.

   At the moment of dizziness, I fell forward and fell on Song Yueliang's back. I thought she would push me away immediately.

   It's weird she doesn't.

  She just stood there firmly, giving me a chance to hold on.

  After returning to the classroom, rumors started immediately.

  Some female classmates gathered together on purpose, talking loudly in front of Song Yueliang, scolding her for not being able to hide after being tagged by male classmates, scolding her for flirting around with a fox face, and scolding her for having a problem with her style.

  I was angry for the first time, but Song Yueliang still didn't care.

"The words 'Unity, Friendship' are still hanging on the study garden at the back, and they are united and split in the classroom? It has been several years since the four old and feudal ideologies have been broken, and the times are progressing and you are regressing? Do you want to hang doubles around my neck? Pull the broken shoes out to parade in the street, how many eighth wives?"

  I went home, locked myself in the room and laughed for a long time.

   Rain on Friday, October 10, 1980

   Today, the first semester test has been issued for correcting test papers.

I am number one.

  Song Yueliang is second.

  I got 3 points higher than her overall score.

  Song Yueliang asked me to wait after school.

   "Take out all the test papers, where is your 3 points more than me, find it for me."

   "The teacher didn't talk about this question, why did you do it?"

   "Tell me, if you don't understand, you're done."

  I found that she cared about grades very much, because of 3 points, her face stinks all day long.

  I find it funny that school bullies are also competitive in their studies.

   It doesn't matter to me whether the ranking on the red paper is high or low. She likes to be number one, so let her be number one.

  (end of this chapter)

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