Song Tan Jishi

Only heard the little fat pier crying loudly:

"It hurts! It hurts! You're going to kill me, I want my dad...I want my mother..."

Everyone: ...

"Don't tell me." Ulan still looked at the little fat boy rolling on the ground seriously:

"Why do I think those actors who have been on TV recently are not as strong as him?"

Make it look real.

If you ask Li Haoxuan to say it, isn't that true?

Obviously the first two strokes didn't hurt at all! It was so light and fluffy, it was like a lesson from the family where the thunder was loud and the rain was little, so he was confident.

But that slap just now... that slap just now seemed to go all the way from the ass to the forehead!

He is young, so he can't express too many feelings, anyway, it just hurts! It hurts!

It seems that the skin has been ripped open by someone, and at this moment, crying and rolling on the ground, it is definitely true.

However, the people in the whole yard were as indifferent as devils. He took a look while he was rolling, and found that everyone was still laughing...

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Little Fatty was uneducated, and he couldn't come up with anything. It was just a double blow both mentally and physically. He couldn't hold back any longer, and cried louder.

And the next moment, Song Tan's wrist flicked, and the sesame stick hit his ass again!

The meat of the fat butt raised by the big fish and meat trembled, and then the pain quickly spread to the limbs, so that he cried fiercely and loudly, with extra real emotion——

"It hurts! It hurts! I want to tell my dad woo woo woo..."

"Ouch", Song Tan raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"You want to tell your dad, what if your dad beats me back? I'm a little scared... No, I have to beat you a few more times to vent my anger."

As he spoke, he pumped it up again.

Anyone who has been beaten knows that when he was beaten, the pain did not spread quickly, but it took him a while to react.

So he scrambled and crawled to the side to hide, tears never stopped like a watering can, and even his voice became weaker:

"It hurts, it hurts... I won't tell my dad, stop hitting me, oh, stop hitting me..."

Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand, then stared at the sesame stick in his hand in surprise:

"It really hurts so much?"

Sure enough, there was another burst of eruption in the live broadcast room.

【Miss Sister is still too naive】

[Don't underestimate children, they sometimes use this habitual thinking to make their lies seem seamless]

[This kid's acting is really good, much better than traffic]

【Yes, if I hadn’t seen with my own eyes what it was that beat him, I would have thought he was being tortured】

[Some people are sensitive to pain, right? He called so fiercely, could it be that he really broke it? 】

【impossible! Pretend! Absolutely pretending]

[Look at the first two hits by the host's sister, the little fat boy didn't respond at all on the ground]

[It can only be said that there is such an acting skill rolling here, it is really ruined]

Song Tan in the yard also seemed to have reacted, and reached out to break off the front end of the sesame stalk—with ease and effort.

Then he shook the sesame stalk again: "This thing is so crispy, I didn't even bother to use it."

After all, she was a kind man, as if she was afraid of breaking him, she took two steps forward and quickly pulled off the little chubby man's pants, exposing his buttocks.

——Very well, not to mention any red marks, there is no trace of injury at all!

Song Tan let go of his hand, and the rubber band of his trousers quickly bounced back to his buttocks.

Little Pang Dun turned his head to look at her tremblingly, and saw the devil who beat people in front of him with a gentle smile:

"You're pretty good at lying."

"I don't like children who lie, I want to hit them when I see them... It seems that today I have to hit you until you know your mistake."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the sesame stick was pulled up again.

With a "snap", the sound fell on the clothes, light and dull, and the main one didn't sound painful.

But the tears that Xiaopang Duner had just stopped burst out again, and he cried and hiccupped in pain:

"I burp, I won't tell my dad to burp... woo woo woo... stop hiccuping... it hurts... burp..."

Song Tan frowned:

"You cry so badly here, I don't have any strength at all, why don't you go back and file a complaint?"

Before Xiaopangdun could shake her head, she heard her talking to herself: "That's no good, I can't suffer this grievance in vain. You are the one who made trouble first, so I have to call back first..."

Seeing that she was about to raise her hand again, the little chubby squatted down on the ground all at once, covering her buttocks with difficulty with both chubby hands:

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop hitting!"

Only then did Song Tan laugh with satisfaction.

Then he casually picked up the sesame stick:

"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Little Fatty burped.

Finally, he became dazed: "Hi... I don't know hi... I don't know."

He looked carefully at Song Tan's face, and now said softly:

"I... shouldn't I tell my dad?"

Song Tan: ...

How did you get educated? This education is higher than that of Qiao Qiao, why can't he focus on the key points?

She is also numb, after all, when it comes to education, her own skills are also fragmented.

He simply turned around and looked at the people behind him who joined in the fun:

"Yanran, come on!"

Yanran:? ! !

"I won't! I will only teach the older ones!"

In the end, branch secretary Xiao Zhu sighed:

"Li Haoxuan, right? Let me tell you where you went wrong."

"One, did your school teacher teach you to be filial to your elders? You are at home and eat your grandfather's food, why do you beat him and scold him?"

"Second, the rhubarb is raised by the family, and the ownership belongs to your grandfather. Yes, we have no right to kill or sell it, but if you kill it to blackmail others to fulfill your wishes, you are wrong!"

"Three, this tricycle belongs to Qiao Qiao. If Qiao Qiao refuses to agree, no one can take it away—unless he breaks the law. If you want to play a tricycle, you should tell Qiao Qiao well, instead of rolling around in other people's houses, take it away." Swearing... these are all your mistakes."

She finished these words with a serious face, then slowly stood up, straightened her waist, and smiled triumphantly at everyone:

"How? Education depends on me."

Everyone: ...

Branch secretary Xiao Zhu frowned.

The next moment, she turned her head and saw Li Haoxuan who had a dazed face, and the other party hummed:

"One... two... three... um... um..."

It shows that I said too much at once, and I can't remember it.

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu: ...This is a child's IQ problem, and has nothing to do with her education level.

But luckily the farce is over.

As for Song Tan slapping the little fat boy in front of the live broadcast—well, in the village, which child hasn't been beaten?

The thin sesame stalk didn't come out, so what's the fuss about? With her here, there is a live broadcast as evidence.

But at this moment Song Tan frowned:

"Why did I hear Rhubarb calling? Why hasn't Grandpa Li moved yet?"

Good night.

The title of the previous chapter is actually the title of this chapter. But the content is fine.

Sacrifice a male channel tonight - the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, kill it to cheer everyone up!

The entertainment industry article, the opening chapter is quite interesting, you can try it.

"Illiterate top class: Three years of bad performance, become a superstar"