Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

The thin figure is Ding Yi.

He didn't know when, he came over quietly.

Ding held a blue dolphin water ring toy in one hand, grabbed the other arm awkwardly in the other hand, put the toy floor in front of Chu Jin, pursed his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. ."

He pushed his glasses, glanced behind him, and squatted to Song Qiaoxi's right hand.

Song Qiaoxi glanced back along his line of sight and found the back of a short-haired girl who walked quietly and unhurriedly, heading towards the bungalow.

Ding Miao?

Looking back at Ding Yi again, he couldn't help but feel amused with the appearance of apologizing under his head.

It seems that Ding Miao really taught him.

Don't say, the little girl who looks quiet and calm did not expect to be so majestic?

To be honest, it's different from the original owner's temperament.

Although Song Qiaoxi also likes these boys, but she is more eager to be friends with girls of the same age.

Just looking around in the compound, except for a few older sisters, girls of the same age or younger than her, except Ding Miao, they were basically bullied by the original owner.

A little girl of this age is different from a silly boy. She has a lot of grudges, so she naturally doesn't dare to act rashly.

If you rush to make friends with others, there is a great possibility that there will be a large-scale horrible "crazy" scene.

I am afraid that a few little sisters who have been "oppressed" will practice their hands to find her revenge for the original owner...

So far, it's not impossible to become good friends with Miaomiao?

Ding Miao still speaks for her in the afternoon.

It doesn't matter, Ding Miao is also assigned to the fifth class of the first grade in the Normal School attached to it. Then there will be time to cultivate feelings with her.

Let's solve these two naughty bags first.

Chu Jin looked at the three small things squatting in front of him, wondering what the three of them meant?

The little Nuo Tuan headed in the middle rolled his big eyes, put a hand on the book on his knee, slapped the writing with short fingers, and made a light "click".

He always felt that Song Qiaoxi, a ghost horse elf, was making a horrible idea, and he frowned silently.

She smiled, and said to the male dolls on the left and right: "Come on."

On the back of Song Qiaoxi's hand, lightly covered a slender, wheat-colored palm, followed by a short palm. The three palms were like stacked arhats, stacked on the belly of the panda cover of the encyclopedia.

Chu Jin watched her raise her small face and stick her tongue out playfully.

The fleshy little face has a pointed chin, and the forehead is wet with sweat, curled on the sideburns, under the orange light, the little girl is as cute as a sweet apricot with a little sour head in summer.

Xiao Nuo Tuan raised his chin at him, his tone was soft, but his eyes were unquestionably firm, and even with a commanding meaning, "Come up with your hands."

No one could order Chu Jin, even if his parents were alive, they would not speak to him in an orderly tone.

But at this moment, he was stunned like a demon.

Unconsciously, she closed the original English version of "Kill a Mockingbird" in her hand, hesitated for a while, and gently put her right hand on the back of Ding Yi's hand in her urging sound.

Chu Jin bulged the back of his hand as much as possible, deliberately avoiding unnecessary physical contact.

"From today, we will officially change its name to the'Little Four* Gang'."

When Song Qiaoxi said this, the three boys had six eyes, and their sharp eyes shot into her face like a sword.

Fortunately, the eyes can't emit laser lasers, otherwise she would have been scummed by seconds...

Coughing awkwardly, she split her mouth and looked around and smiled, "Cough, cough, since you have put your hands and hands here, you can't regret it anymore.

From today on, we must be the best partners to each other, help each other, unite and love, and be a socialism that is civilized, polite, hygienic, orderly, ethical, spiritual, language, behavior, and environmental. Successors, strive to do their part in building a harmonious socialist society! "

After Chu Jin listened, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked down at her. Tuanzi just raised his eyes and looked at him.

He regretted it.

What "Little Four* Gang of People"?

I have no time to mess around with these **** boys...

Frowning a little, Chu Jin just wanted to lift his hand, when he was patted back by a small paw.

Song Qiaoxi stood up, pressed the hands of several people with her whole body, and took out the "spoiler" speed of the storyteller: "If you put your hands up, you won't regret it anymore. Stick your palm for a hundred years. Don't change who has changed. Who is a puppy? !"

With a long sigh, she moved her hand away, and shook her numb right hand with satisfaction: "Well, we won't be allowed to fight with ourselves anymore. Now we are all grasshoppers tied to a rope. "

Tuanzi turned his back in satisfaction, and continued her plan of "walking a hundred steps after a meal and living to ninety-nine".

The three boys who stayed in place looked at each other.

Then everyone hurriedly withdrew their palms, doing "dry-cleaning hands" movements very disgustingly, or rubbing their palms on the **** vigorously.

However, the three boys looked at each other's eyes, obviously a lot more peaceful.

Although, it still reveals the disgust visible to the naked eye...

But boys, they don’t know each other if they don’t fight, and they become good buddies.

How do they know now that the boys who seem to be "sexy" will become dead brothers in the future?

"Don't you come and walk around? My dad said, walk a hundred steps after a meal and live to ninety-nine. Let's live to ninety-nine together!"

Tuanzi warmly greeted the remaining three members of the "Little Four* Gang".

At this time, the three people are particularly unified to make "incapable" actions...

Like the triplets, the movements are neat and uniform, and the expressions are exactly the same.

On August 31, 1996, this Saturday summer night, the open space in front of the boiler room heard the laughter of children playing games.

Not far away there are children playing "1, 2, 3, wooden people", some children humming "Malan Flower Twenty-one" jumping rubber band, and there is also a small waxy ball with curly hair and double ponytails, just like a "little old man" Counting steps with his hands behind his back, heads in circles on the concrete clearing.

There are also three little boys, side by side, making a row on the steps at the door of the boiler room.

The short one with glasses on the far left, called Ding Yi, is holding the blue dolphin water ring game console and pressing hard, as if he is working **** his toes; on the right, he has a thin and tall one with a Guo Fucheng head combed with a single eyelid. Wang Junyang, holding the "Encyclopedia for Children and Children" Nature·Environment scroll, cherishly touches the hard shell of the book; the boy sitting in the middle looks like a paper man walking out of a comic, his surname is full of names. Holding a roll of foreign papers with black and red covers in his hand, his slender fingers turned the pages carelessly.

Before elementary school, the last long and hot summer was over...

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Early in the morning, Song Qiaoxi was wearing summer school uniforms at the elementary school attached to the normal school, a green and white navy collar short-sleeved shirt, a green suspender skirt, a small yellow hat on her head, a bag of chocolate milk in her mouth, and her feet outside the parents’ stop line. Look around.

Standing beside her, she stood tall, expressionless, Chu Jin with her hands in her pockets.

He also wears a school uniform. Boys’ summer school uniform tops are the same as girls’ summer uniforms, and the bottoms are green shorts.

The color of the school uniform itself is a bit rustic, and the style is not good-looking.

Fortunately, the two dolls have high looks, and the school uniforms were changed by their mothers to Mama Ding. They fit them well and look very vigorous, just like the little models in the children's pictorial.

Two fresh and lovely little people easily attracted the attention of many students and parents.

Today is September 2, 1996, the new semester attached to the Normal School, the first day of school.

There are regulations in the attached elementary school. In order to cultivate the independence of students, even the first-year puppies who do not wear a red scarf are only allowed to be sent outside the parental stop line.

After the two hundred meters to the school gate, the students were asked to walk over by themselves.

Every few meters, older brothers and sisters carry armbands on duty, check the appearance of the pupils, and also **** the younger brothers and sisters.

For example, there is a flag-raising ceremony on Monday, and all students in the school need to wear school uniforms, and students after the second grade have to wear red scarves and little yellow hats every day for trivial chores.

If senior students on duty find unqualified places, they should record them and deduct the class's civilized and discipline points.

Parents sent them to the parental stop line and told them to leave after a long time.

Song Qiaoxi looked around, and finally saw Ding Yi and Ding Miao, who were dressed clean and energetic, and Wang Junyang, who was not awake, holding a bottle of Wahaha AD calcium milk in the crowd.

"Miaomiao..."

She excitedly wanted to step up to Latin Miao's hand and call out her name affectionately.

As a result, Ding Miao seemed to have heard nothing, lowered her head, clutching the schoolbag belt, and walking towards the school gate mixed with people.

Wang Junyang yawned, spread the Wahaha in his hand in front of her, and asked lazily: "Xixi, why don't we have a red scarf?"

"We are not the Young Pioneers yet. We have to join the Young Pioneers before we have the red scarf." She scratched her head in frustration, her voice was sticky with milk in her mouth.

By the way, he waved his hand and rejected Wang Junyang's AD calcium milk, pointing to the milk on her mouth, which meant that she had milk.

"go?"

Chu Jin's voice was low and deep, not like the clear voice unique to this young boy.

Only a single syllable word was uttered, but it was like a general giving orders, which was irresistible.

Song Qiaoxi followed him in surprise, dragging Ding Yi and Wang Junyang, and the four of them walked towards the school together.

Xiao Nuo Tuan was rejected by Ding Miao, but she was still a little sad. His emotions were not particularly high, and he sighed in a low voice, alas...

She made up her mind to prove to Ding Miao that she is a worthy partner.

Now the "Little Four* People Gang" has joined Chu Jin, a learning tyrant, and relying on the knowledge learned in his ten-year-old memory, they are completely reborn and absolutely impress Ding Miao!

He even secretly hoped that if Ding Miao joined and became the "Little Gang of Five," would it seem good?

Class 5 classrooms of the first grade are on the first floor of the north building of the teaching building.

The three children who had attended preschool have already figured out the layout of the school and found the classroom with ease.

Song Qiaoxi remembers that on the day when she came to school to watch the classification and receive teaching materials, Mama Ding and her mother said that most of the fifth class of the first grade were children from their newspapers, and the remaining 30 children came in with a large amount of sponsorship. Cross-regional school selection students.

The elementary school attached to the normal school is the model key elementary school with the highest teaching quality in Qizhou. In 1996, although Qizhou was the capital city of the province, there were indeed not many people who could afford the sponsorship fee in the elementary school.

It can be said that the family background of the school-choosing students in Class 5 of the first grade must not be underestimated.

Passing through the lobby of the north building of the teaching building, Song Qiaoxi heard deafening noises.

Passing from class one to class four, the movement became quieter and louder. In addition to the screams and laughter of the children, there was also the sound of "creaking" of tables, chairs and benches.

"Well, I want to hush, Ding Yi, you accompany me to the toilet." Wang Junyang twisted his eyebrows, covered his stomach, and pulled Ding Yi.

The little glasses couldn't stand firmly, pushed them with their hands, and said helplessly to Song Qiaoxi: "Xixi, you go to the class first, I will accompany him, and come back to you."

Song Qiaoxi nodded, but wanted to laugh.

In my previous memory, I only remembered that girls would go to the toilet together, but Wang Junyang would have to be accompanied by someone?

Waved with the two little boys running in the opposite direction, she and Chu Jin walked forward along the corridor.

The two stood at the door of the classroom where the wooden signs of Class 5 of Grade One were hung. Before entering the door, they deeply felt the "boiling" atmosphere in the class.

"Ahahahaha..."

A burst of arrogant laughter came from the open door.

Is this sound familiar?

"Come and come, all the children of our newspaper office sit in the front row, and other children who are not in the courtyard of our newspaper office are not allowed to sit. They all stand up, line up and stand at the end of the classroom!"

Song Qiaoxi's heart sank, and she suddenly felt pain in her brain.

Jiang Qisheng, why are you everywhere!

Before the start of school, Song Qiaoxi had been secretly praying not to be put into the same class with "dead enemy" Jiang Qisheng.

One reason is that the original owner and Jiang Qisheng have disliked each other since they opened their crotch pants.

The other reason is that Xiao Pangdun likes to do things and has a reluctant temper, which really makes her a little bit overwhelmed.

The most important thing is the tragic story that has not yet occurred in the original book, which is related to Jiang Qisheng.

She is here to protect Mom and Dad, not to cause them trouble.

On the way to school, she still held the fluke that the plot of the original book had changed, thinking that the children in the courtyard were divided into two classes, and there was a 50% chance that they could avoid him.

Now it seems......

Harm, I really overestimated my koi luck.

Before stepping into the door of Class 5 of Grade One, Song Qiaoxi took a deep breath and squeezed the strap of the schoolbag on her shoulders. She just wanted to lift her foot when she realized that Chu Jin had stepped in before her, and quickly followed him.

As soon as I walked in, I saw the noisy and chaotic room of Xiaodouding under the command of Jiang Qisheng at first sight. The scene was extremely chaotic...

She pinched her eyebrows and sighed in secret, six years of elementary school was destined to not be ordinary.

However, as a small glutinous group, Song Qiaoxi really only wants to be a mediocre elementary school chicken who doesn't cause trouble for her parents.

Work hard to study well, be a good student, and then unite a few of your friends to make progress together.

Couldn't God be satisfied with such a simple small goal?

"Song Qiaoxi! Chu Jin!"

Xiaopangdun Jiang Qisheng's loud voice shocked her eardrums, frowning and looking towards the center of the podium.

Jiang Qisheng held up his chubby belly, carrying his hands on his back like a little leader, and glanced at them with interest.

With a wave of his little fat paw, his posture was as bold and unrestrained as "pointing to the country, encouraging words", and said with a voice like Hong Zhong: "Song Qiaoxi is the younger brother of the compound, you can find a seat and sit down."

"Men, Chu Jin..."

Jiang Qisheng raised his eyebrows, his small eyes narrowed.

The classroom slowly calmed down, and the children wanted to see what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd?

At this time, he slowly said word by word: "Chu Jin, I was a child of our compound before, but unfortunately he became an orphan. My dad is the vice-president of the newspaper. Thanks to my dad's pity on him, he brought us to the compound. His boiler room was vacated to live in him."

After a pause, Jiang Qisheng raised his chin and folded his arms around his chest, "So, I can barely count you as a big yard boy. I allow you to pick a seat and sit down."

After these remarks, the children in the classroom began to whisper and whisper to each other, whether they were the sons and brothers of the compound or the cross-regional school-choosing students who paid large sponsorship fees.

Some children even pointed at Chu Jin, peeking at him more or less with "poor seers" in their eyes.

The little boys who usually play well with Jiang Qisheng even laughed and laughed, making "science popularization" with unknowing children around them.

"Look at him, no father and mother are orphans, so pitiful, why are they so arrogant?"

"Isn't it? I live in the boiler room and thought I was the little prince? I see, he is the prince of the boiler room now, hahahahaha..."

"In the compound, he never greeted us, he kept his face straight, so fierce!"

"Yes, yes, he doesn't talk, his eyes look so terrible..."

......

How could Song Qiaoxi not understand what they were talking about?

She bit her lip tightly, her body trembled slightly, and her two small hands were clenched into small fists.

Staring at the podium with a smile from ear to ear, Jiang Qisheng clutching his stomach and shaking his body, turned his head and glanced at Chu Jin, who didn't respond.

The pale and thin boy, without frowning, stood blankly beside her, his eyes still dark to the bottom.

Chu Jin's whole body was cold, like a bystander who was completely outside the world. It seemed that everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

It seemed that he didn't care what Jiang Qisheng said.

The less Chu Jin didn't respond, the less Song Qiaoxi couldn't calm down.

That feeling is like holding a treasure in the palm of your hand, cherishing and caring for a baby, being trampled on by others at will, and belittled to a dime worthless.

At the moment, she was really impulsive, learning the way of the original owner, telling Wang Junyang and Ding Yi to rush up together, pulling Xiao Pang Dun's ears from the podium, and pressing him on the ground for a good lesson.

Just using violence to control violence will not solve the problem for a long time, but will intensify the contradiction even more.

Song Qiaoxi learned this early when she was in the orphanage.

What the children said became more and more uglier.

At the age of six or seven, they did not understand the meaning of many hurtful words.

Song Qiaoxi threw off the schoolbag on her shoulders and put it on the desk next to her at will.

Under Jiang Qisheng's squinted eyes full of question marks, he walked with wind and jumped onto the stage in three steps in two steps.

She tilted her head, standing next to her was a little fat pier who was one head taller than herself, and Song Qiaoxi looked straight at his small eyes as big as mung beans without fear.

It's always okay not to fight, and to reason calmly, right?

Don't let other children in the class misunderstand Chu Jin. What Jiang Qisheng said is not true.

Obviously, it was his own decision to live in the boiler room. It was not a leader who gave alms or pityed him. When the neighborhood committee was meeting that day, she heard it clearly.

In the old memory, she was a young lady who was going to the fifth grade. She had always been the monitor in school before, and she knew how much elementary school gossip would cause her classmates.

After finishing the draft in her heart, Song Qiaoxi grabbed the blackboard eraser on the podium and smashed it, with a crisp "pop".

The classroom was quiet, and six or seventy pairs of eyes were staring at her.

Including Chu Jin, his good-looking brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on her in doubt, because his face was too pale, and his thin lips were lightly pink.

Song Qiaoxi became agitated, her throat was a little blocked, her eyes were slightly sour with anger.

Standing on the podium, he cleared his throat with a cough, and the little girl’s immature but serious voice resounded in the classroom: "Chu Jin is not an orphan. The children in the compound know his condition. Jiang Qisheng, what are you talking nonsense, your father has never taught him? Don't you talk about others behind your back, is that polite at all?

Yes, your father is the vice president of the newspaper, but is the boiler room owned by your family?

The boiler room belongs to the collective, and belongs to the entire newspaper compound. Your father is the vice-president of the newspaper. Does the entire newspaper belong to yours?

You also said that it was because your father felt sorry for him that he let him live. When the neighborhood committee's grandma Gao, my father, and Wang's father and father Ding had a meeting that day, your father was not there at all, and no one was there. Where could he go?

Where does Chu Jinai live? What does it matter to you? "

A series of questions were "launched" at Jiang Qisheng like a cannon, making Xiao Pang's face flushed and his small pupils flickering, as if experiencing an earthquake.

He paused for a few seconds, avoiding Song Qiaoxi's straight eyes, and also grabbed the blackboard eraser and threw it towards the podium. As a result, he fell to the wrong side, and a piece of chalk dust rose in front of him.

"Cough, cough, cough," Xiao Pangdun was expert in fanning the chalk powder, stepped back two steps, and opened his mouth again unwillingly, "Don't listen to Song Qiaoxi, it's not like this, she and Chu Jin are used to bullying. That day, I was bullied by Chu Jin that day, none of them were good kids!"

It's okay for Jiang Qisheng not to say this. When it comes to this, Song Qiaoxi is even more angry, and her chest suddenly feels hot.

Under the podium, there were many children from the compound who were present that day. Some children were already whispering and exchanging information in a low voice. The little peasants' eyes were obviously suspicious.

The children present that day knew that it was Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin that Jiang Qisheng took the initiative to provoke them, and they dragged Song Qiaoxi to the ground and blushed on her knees.

He kept clamoring that he got the Taekwondo yellow belt, which was better than Chu Jin.

As a result, when he turned his head, Chu Jin fell over his shoulder and fell to the ground, crying and shamelessly.

"Jiang Qisheng, you said that you got the Taekwondo yellow belt that day. You asked me to say that you are better than Chu. If I didn't promise you, you pushed me to the ground. What do you remember after that?

Saying that we are bullying you, you have to show evidence. Many children were there that day and saw the whole process. Would you like me to let Chu Jin and you restore it? "

Song Qiaoxi's voice is sweet, but not humble or overbearing, and her speech speed is not fast, and she speaks clearly every word.

After she finished speaking, she glanced around and saw that Chu Jin, who was standing at the door of the classroom, was still staring at her motionlessly, with a trace of complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.

There were a few children who were not able to understand Jiang Qisheng's domineering, and the children at the door of the boiler room that day nodded and cast approving glances at Song Qiaoxi.

"Xixi was right. It was Jiang Qisheng who wanted to fight Chu Jin that day."

"Yes, you lose when you lose, and crying, it's really embarrassing..."

"He is so tall and so strong, he can't beat the thin Chu Jin, and he is not ashamed to say that Chu Jin and Xixi bully others!"

......

"Finally, Jiang Qisheng, who gave you the right to prevent children who are not in the newspaper compound from sitting down, and let others stand behind the classroom? Is the school opened by your family, or the classroom is your house?"

Song Qiaoxi pointed her finger to the back of the classroom, and there was a handful of children standing there at a loss, holding schoolbags in her arms, and making her face angry.

They are all friends in the same class. Everyone wants to spend six years of elementary school together. Why can't we unite and love each other?

Obviously, everyone can become good friends, so why do you have to separate the children of the newspaper from the children who choose the school? This is discriminatory!

"I, I am not, you, why do you say that..." Jiang Qisheng panicked, stammering speechless, and his emotions collapsed.

Song Qiaoxi was not so eloquent before.

Before Xixi, he would just say something to arouse her, and the little dumpling would rush up to fight with the two little escorts regardless of whether they didn't agree with each other.

When did she speak better than herself?

What to do, it's over now, this is the first day of school!

Dad taught him that he must establish the prestige of "small cadres" in front of all his classmates on the first day, and then prepare for the election of monitors.

Jiang Qisheng thought about it all night before he came up with a way to classify his classmates.

He thought that because there were so many children in the newspaper compound anyway, it was enough to win the prestige of these children, and that small number of school-choosing students simply didn't take it seriously.

Dad said that those school-choosing students are children who are "social people", and they are not the same as their children who eat "imperial food".

Jiang Qi was sweating profusely, fingers tightly clasped the podium, looking at the suspicious little eyes under the podium, his mouth was trembling for a long time, and he didn't say why.

"Kuch", there was a loud noise at the door of the classroom, interrupting the children's attention.

Song Qiaoxi also propped the podium with her hands, poked her head out, and looked at the door.