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"I'm not angry, how could I be angry?"

Wouldn't it just make the room a mess, step on the sheets dirty, and make the floor wet by the way?

He hadn't seen any big storms in the past six months, so how could he be angry at this little setback? Zhang Ming thought through gritted teeth.

"Kids, can you go out for a moment? I have something more interesting that I need to prepare. I'll call you in later, okay?" Zhang Ming showed an amiable smile.

"Okay~~~" Xiaoqiang took the lead and shouted.

This scheming naughty kid has no idea what will happen when Zhang Ming shows a similar smile——

It's been half a year, and the vicious terrorists from the Ten Commandments Gang still have a lot of time in prison to receive treatment from anorectal doctors.

A group of children were kicked out, until the last little boy went out, Zhang Ming kept him.

"You are the best, I will show you first."

The little boy with a runny nose followed him in without hesitation. The other children looked envious. Only Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was the first to sneak out, bit his finger involuntarily.

His intuition told him that this cousin seemed a little...different compared to other relatives.

Since Xiaoqiang evolved from a naughty child to a scheming naughty child, his purpose of making trouble has changed, that is: he behaves like an ordinary boy, but behaves well-behaved and cute in front of his elders.

After establishing this purpose, his actions became unfavorable, especially when Xiaoqiang learned to induce other peers to do what he wanted to do, and everything became easier.

With a positive image, leaving no traces of crime, and achieving his goals, Zhang Xiaoqiang has mastered the key qualities that an outstanding super criminal should have at the age of seven.

"Ah-hahaha-ah-hahaha-"

Just when Xiaoqiang was thinking about who the cousin in the house was, a voice suddenly came from Zhang Ming's bedroom!

First there were screams, and then there was laughter. The two sounds representing different emotions appeared alternately, causing the children outside to widen their eyes, not knowing whether to run away or stay.

Xiaoqiang motioned to a child with his eyes to go over and listen to what happened.

The child walked to the door, put his ear against the door, and listened carefully to the sounds inside. But as soon as he passed by, the room suddenly became quiet.

He put his ears closer. Suddenly, the door was opened. He lost his balance and bumped into Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming pushed the first child out, then grabbed the little guy who was listening to the door and slammed the door shut again.

Still the same process, two voices of "Ah-haha!" came from the bedroom.

Xiaoqiang grabbed the first child and asked what happened inside. But the little guy who had just been released had his hair almost standing on end, his eyes were dull, and he kept laughing. He couldn't describe it completely at all, and he looked like he was stupid.

Same.

In this way, the next few naughty children were pulled into the door one by one. When they were let out, they turned into silly children who could not speak and could only laugh.

Finally, Zhang Ming opened the door and looked down at Xiaoqiang with his arms folded, "Cousin, do you want to come and experience it?"

"No, no need." Xiaoqiang quickly refused.

"forget about it."

Zhang Ming turned his head, and the other four children blinked their big eyes and responded to his gaze expectantly.

"Do you still want to play?"

"want."

"Then I'll give you a task. There are new sheets and quilts in the closet. You two go and replace the dirty ones. You two go get mops and rags and clean the bedroom floor and table. When you're done, I'll

I’ll let you play again.”

"good!"

After the four children responded loudly, they began to work quickly and try to play more later.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was completely stunned and didn't understand what kind of magic this cousin had cast.

In fact, what Zhang Ming did was very simple. He just tied the children into a ball with absurd locks and flew them around the bedroom, letting them experience the excitement of a simple roller coaster. For children of this age, this novelty

The experience is more fun than any game.

With the bait, subsequent differentiation, wooing, and annexation will be much simpler.

Zhang Ming used his adult wisdom to ruthlessly crush Xiao Qiang's little tricks.

Four children in the room were working hard. Zhang Ming was standing by the door supervising the work, and Xiaoqiang was standing alone not far away, with his bangs hanging down from his forehead, covering his eyes.

Until now, he finally realized that this ordinary-looking cousin might be the strongest enemy he has ever encountered in his short life!

Xiaoqiang's fighting spirit is on fire!

The second wave of offensive came in the morning of the next day. Xiaoqiang secretly came over and took a look at Zhang Ming. After confirming that he was still snoring and sleeping soundly, he ran to the kitchen to complain to Zhang Ming's mother.

"My cousin hasn't gotten up yet, and I still want him to teach me how to study. Auntie, are you free to teach me?"

Zhang Ming's mother looked at her watch and saw that it was past seven in the morning. She wiped her hands and went to find Zhang Ming. As she walked, she shouted: "It's already 12 o'clock! Xiao Ming! Get up quickly!"

She opened the door and was about to lift the quilt and draw the curtains, but as soon as she entered the room, she found that Zhang Ming had folded the quilt neatly and was sitting in front of the computer.

"Qiangqiang, didn't you say that your brother is sleeping?"

Xiaoqiang was frightened by the scene in front of him. When he heard Zhang Ming's mother's question, he quickly responded: "I just saw it clearly... Cousin, why are you playing on the computer so early in the morning? The teacher said this is bad for your eyes.

"

Just when Zhang Ming's mother wanted to join in the blame, Zhang Ming said: "I didn't play. I don't think my cousin will be in the second grade anymore? I have to learn from an early age. I just went online and compiled the exercises from the second grade to the sixth grade.

Download all the explanations from famous teachers and go to the copy shop to type them out later. Xiaoqiang, you should study hard at home during the winter vacation this year, and don’t let down your brother’s hard work.”

Xiaoqiang glanced at the size of the file being downloaded, which was more than 600 GB. He clutched his chest and felt that his heart almost stopped.

The third wave of offensive happened at the dinner table that night. Zhang Ming's parents, Zhang Ming and Xiao Qiang were eating dumplings around the table, when suddenly a faint smell wafted up.

"Cousin, why do you fart while eating? It still tastes like carrots." Xiaoqiang covered his nose innocently.

Before Zhang Ming could say anything, his mother slapped Zhang Ming on the butt out of habit.

"It's not me..." Zhang Ming realized that it was his cousin's handiwork again, and this time he calmed down.

Clip.

Time goes back to six seconds ago.

"Open the third-person camera thermal imaging field."

The screen in the lower right corner of his field of vision suddenly turned into a thermal imaging screen. At this time, Zhang Ming could clearly see a stream of heat emanating from under Xiaoqiang's butt.

Just a kid.

Zhang Ming remembered the time and started editing again. When the time came, he picked up Xiaoqiang with one hand and Xiaoqiang's rice bowl with the other hand, aiming at the position and placing it behind his butt.

puff--

"Cousin!"

"Xiao Ming, what are you doing? Put down Qiangqiang immediately!"

It was trimmed during this period, leaving only the final result.

A rice bowl filled with his own stinky farts was quietly placed in front of Xiaoqiang.

"Come on, Xiaoqiang, eat more so that you can grow taller."

Zhang Ming picked up a piece of meat and placed it on Xiaoqiang's rice.

"Thank you, brother. Brother, you are so kind to me." Xiaoqiang pretended to be well-behaved and took big mouthfuls of rice.

But as soon as the rice was eaten, Xiaoqiang's face turned green.

This rice... is poisonous!

He chewed it hard for a few times, and it still smelled like radish!

"What? The meat is not to your liking?" Zhang Ming asked with concern. He scooped up a spoonful of pork ribs and radish soup and poured it on Xiaoqiang's rice. "Here, it will taste better this way."

"Tastes... radish... yuck!"

Xiaoqiang couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

"What's wrong with this kid?"

Zhang Ming ate his meal slowly, "Maybe he caught a cold. Let's give him some isatis root and some licorice slices later."

"Chinese patent medicine?"

"Chinese medicine is good and does not harm the body."

"The medicine is so bitter, so I'll make him a cup of honey," Zhang Ming's mother said.

"No, you can't eat sweet things, it will affect the efficacy of the medicine."

"Who said that."

“WeChat public account.”

Zhang Ming's mother believed it when she heard it was an article on a public account. After dinner, she caught Xiaoqiang taking medicine.

The old mother became so stubborn that Xiaoqiang's classmate couldn't explain anything. He was forced to let him go back to the bedroom after being told a lot of bitter things.

That night, Xiaoqiang lay on the bed with mixed feelings in his mouth, stomach and heart.

This is not a description, it is a statement of fact.

He suddenly sat up, picked up a bottle of licorice tablets, poured out one, stared, held it in his mouth, then closed his eyes and meditated.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to be brave." Xiaoqiang reacted and put on a business smile. "Cousin, what are you doing here?"

"Seeing how pitiful you are, I'll give you a cup of hot milk."

"Oh, thank you."

"The milk is here for you. Remember to drink it while it's hot. I'm going to bed." Zhang Ming put down the milk and walked out.

Xiaoqiang picked up the hot milk and took a tentative sip. There was no strange taste. The hot sweet milk finally felt less uncomfortable. He found a note under the milk, with two words on it.

Character:

truce?

Zhang Ming was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, and a WeChat message popped up.

"Truce, but remember, this doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!"

"This boy."

Zhang Ming smiled and threw the phone aside, preparing to go to sleep. But after a while, the phone began to vibrate again, and it kept buzzing for a while.

Who is it again?

I opened my phone and saw that it was a group of junior high school classmates I had not contacted for a long time. They were discussing a class reunion.

Zhang Ming has not had much contact with his junior high school classmates since graduation. He hasn't seen them for five or six years, and his memory has become a bit blurry.

He muted his cell phone, threw it aside and continued to sleep.

The bedroom became dark.

A few minutes later, Zhang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, turned on his mobile phone, and entered the group of junior high school classmates.

"Can you add me? I'm Zhang Ming."

After saying this, Zhang Ming got out of bed and stood by the window. It happened that a full moon was in the sky.

Let's go meet him. I don't know when the next time we will meet is. If you are not lucky, you may never see me again in this lifetime.