Traveling through the eighties, squeamish Longbao is three and a half years old

Chapter 90

Qin Jiao was playing alone in front of the security room at the school gate.

Her aunt and her mother were going to settle things, but she was too young to follow her in, so they put her here.

Qin Jiao has never been to a serious school, especially the teaching buildings and playgrounds in the county, which are definitely not comparable to the middle school in the town, let alone their village school that has been classified as dilapidated.

She sat there for a while, unable to restrain her free and unrestrained nature, raised her head, and asked the uncle of the gate coquettishly: "Can I go to the sandpit to play for a while? I promise not to run around, just Play in the sand for a while."

The security guard took a look. There is currently no class in physical education, and there is no one in the sandpit. He nodded: "Then be careful. If you see brothers and sisters coming, get out of the way. They are going to jump long, so don't hit you."

Jiao Jiao gave a serious hum, patted her little butt, and ran to the edge of the sandpit happily.

"The sand here is different from ours. Jiaojiao, would you like to try this sand to scrub your skin?"

The little black snake wrapped around her wrist slid down and got into the sand.I saw lumps of yellow-white sand bulging from time to time, and after a while, the little black snake popped its head out of the sand, with some wet sand on its head.

"Is the sand here not clean? Forget it. I'll let you play next time when there is clean sand."

Xiao Jiaojiao buried her head in her speech, not noticing a few male students turning over from the other side of the wall.

The one in front is wearing sportswear and has a small crew cut. Judging by his height and shape, he should be engaged in sports.He was followed by several boys, tall and short, fat and thin.

Several people jumped off the fence, first stepped on the ping pong table placed against the wall, and then jumped to the ground.

Because there is a corner of the fence over there, and there are big trees covering it, most people can't see the situation there.

The voices of the few of them startled Jiaojiao, the little girl suddenly turned her head to look, and the little black snake in the sand shrank back, only its pointed head was exposed.

"Whose kid is this? Why is it in school?"

Their campus is not connected to the family area, and there is a gate in between. Generally, children in the family area will not go to the big playground to play, and most of the time they will play in the small playground behind the school building.

"Hey, I remembered." One of the thin male students stretched out his hand to stop his companions, "Didn't those in the first year of high school fight yesterday? I heard that the parents were sent to the school to deal with it today. Could it be Whose sister are they?"

After finishing speaking, the boy took two steps forward and looked down at Jiaojiao: "Child, let me ask you, whose family are you from? Where are your parents?"

"I am my mother's child." Qin Jiao replied subconsciously, and then looked at them curiously, "Whose children are you from?"

Those few laughed, and the thin classmate said exaggeratedly: "I'm afraid she is not a fool, right? I think it is the sister of the brother who came down from the mountain. She looks like a country bumpkin."

After he finished speaking, he took another step forward and put his hands on his hips: "Child, your brother is going to be beaten to death, why don't you go and cry for him?"

Although Qin Jiao didn't know much about other things, she knew the word "mourning" and she was unhappy at the time.Looking up at the man, there was a vertical black line on the man's forehead, and his seal was slightly blue.

"You are the one who is going to cry, you are the most mournful!"

The child's childish answer made the others couldn't help laughing.The thin classmate suddenly felt that his face was ugly, and kicked the sand violently, hitting Qin Jiao all over the head.

"Wow! Mom! Mom!" Qin Jiao howled suddenly, and the voice was loud, and it spread to the teaching building in an instant.

At this time, Song Xiu and the others had almost dealt with the children's fight, and were about to take the two children to Song Qi's house to teach them a lesson, when they heard their daughter's heart-piercing cries from outside.Song Xiu's complexion changed at that time, and he pushed away the parents and teachers at the door, and rushed out.

"It's Jiaojiao, what's wrong?"

Qin Shu and Qin Jun also reacted, the two little brothers looked at each other, and ran out without saying a word.

The director of the moral education department who was in charge of handling the problem frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

"It's my niece. She's young, so she came here with her mother. It's not convenient for her to be there, so I put her in the security room at the entrance."

Qin Xiao explained while walking outside.

When everyone came to the sandpit, Qin Jiao had already hid behind the security guard, but her pitiful situation covered in sand all over her body also made Song Xiu feel a pain in her heart.

"What's the matter, Jiaojiao, fell down?"

She ran to pick up her daughter and slapped the sand off her body.

"Big brother hit me, and he kicked me." Jiao Jiao cried while pointing at the skinny boy, "He said Jiao Jiao was a hillbilly, and that I came to mourn for my brother, and then he kicked me."

"No, I, I didn't kick her..." The boy who was carried by the security guard argued, and asked his companions to testify for him.

But although these few children didn't like to study, they didn't fall into the trap of bullying a three or four-year-old child.Especially his companion's malicious words and that kick, he was almost so angry that the biggest one of their companions hit him directly.

At this moment, he still wanted to speak for him with his own people, feeling his conscience, but none of them could say a word to defend him.

The director of the Moral Education Department brought people over. Looking at the scene, it was those poor students who skipped class and jumped over the wall, so angry that their scalps were about to explode.

"You guys are doing well. You fight with people outside, fight with classmates at school, and now you even bully a child. Yes, you are so capable!"

"Uncle, it was the skinny one who hit me, and the others didn't hit me." While crying, he sobbed and pointed out the culprit. Xiao Jiaojiao's miserable appearance made the hard-hearted dean feel a sharp pain in his heart .

"Hurry up, take the child to the infirmary to see if there is any sand in the eyes and ears."

"Uncle, that little brother wants to punch Nanshan Nursing Home and kick Beihai Kindergarten. Stop him and don't let him bully other grandparents and younger siblings."

After hearing Qin Jiao's words, the director of the Moral Education Department was both angry and wanted to laugh.

"Okay, uncle will take good care of him, good boy, hurry up and go to the infirmary with your mother, don't rub your eyes, be careful to rub the sand in."

After Song Xiu took the child away, other teachers also arrived, especially the class teacher of the thin classmate. When he heard that he bullied a three-year-old child, he almost fell down with anger, and asked people to call the thin classmate's parents outside the school. .

Just as he carried him to the office and stood against the wall, and was about to give a lecture, the child who went to call the thin classmate's parents came back in a hurry. He pulled the head teacher and whispered a few words, his face was pale.

The head teacher pursed his mouth after listening, got up and pulled the director of the Moral Education Department out of the office.

"Xiaodong, what happened?"

The tall boy called to stop the classmate who came to report the letter. He had an intuition that something happened to the thin classmate's family, and the phrase "you are the one crying for mourning" that the little girl said before came to his mind involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)