Long Junju likes his supermodel boyfriend

Those pretentious faces made Lun Ling feel hypocritical and ridiculous. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he used an excuse to go to the bathroom, and by the way, before leaving, he entrusted Jiang Miaosi with full authority over the next matters. Alright, I wish he would go away as soon as possible.

It was almost the end of the last class in the morning. Some classes were closed early, and the students were chattering and walking to the cafeteria in groups.

Lun Ling is tall, fair and good-looking, and looks young, unlike a teacher or something, which attracted many girls to secretly look at him and boys to secretly talk about him.

He didn't like the feeling of being surrounded by crowds. Not only did he not have the joy of being surrounded by stars, but he felt embarrassed like watching monkeys in a zoo, so he took two or three steps with his long legs and went downstairs.

Once out of the teaching building is the playground. A few children who have just finished their physical education class are lazily walking towards the teaching building when they hear the bell. A few girls are chasing each other like the wind, laughing and playing happily. A few boys were still playing football, as if they hadn't heard anything.

At this moment, the sun was already shining high, and the sun was shining directly on the ground. It was so bright that it was really hard to open your eyes.

Lun Ling walked around the playground to the side of the ordinary class, where there was a row of loquat trees, which were now covered with dark green leaves, like boats hanging on the branches, forming a shade.He sat on the rubber runway under the tree and watched these human children running and jumping on the playground with great interest.

When he was a child, he had no memory at all. He was born as a little dragon, and before he condensed his consciousness, he was a little beast. He was running around in the sea, completely unaware of what he was doing.When he grows up, gathers enough spiritual energy, and condenses his spiritual consciousness, he will directly become a "young man", practicing day and night.

It is difficult for him to understand why such a fragile and short-lived human being spends close to one-sixth of his life on growth. It is fine now. Just 100 years ago, countless human beings died in childhood. He has seen it with his own eyes, so I am more and more confused, why this race can still become the dominant force in this world with many unreasonable conditions in configuration?

Is it the price of reproductive capacity?Or is it the price of intelligence?

Lun Ling squinted her eyes and saw two little boys wearing red scarves suddenly fighting on the playground, like two little bears, grabbing the grass on the ground and throwing it at each other's faces. The two rolled over and over, vying to ride on it .Before long, a group of young boys were watching and laughing around them-the two fought more vigorously because of the addition of these bystanders.

Looking at it, suddenly the voices of a few little girls came from my ears.

"Is it you who complained to the teacher?" A thin childish voice asked accusingly.

"No." The voice of the person who answered was full of impatience.

"Still lying! You liar, when I tell Xiaoxiao, she will make the whole class stop playing with you!" Another loud voice threatened.

"Whatever you want!" The impatient voice turned up the volume.

Then there was a sound of footsteps, as if she was about to leave, followed by the sound of several people jogging intensively, it seemed that someone refused to let her go.

"What are you running for? Let me ask you, do you like Chen Hongyu when you help him?" The shrill child's voice reappeared.

The impatient voice was tinged with anger this time: "I don't like him, don't talk nonsense!"

"Why do you help him if you don't like him?"

"It was you who asked Chen Biao to hit someone first!"

"Chen Biao hit him but didn't hit you. You just like Chen Hongyu to help him out. Chen Yimeng, you like sissy! Pockmarked face matches sissy, so ugly, so weird—ah!"

The shrill voice screamed strangely, followed by continuous pushing and shoving, which caused Lun Ling to turn around curiously to find the source of the voice.He stood up, and through the gaps in the criss-crossing leaves, he saw the little girls who were pulling their hair and clothes.

They were fighting behind that row of loquat trees.

There were three people in total, a small man with double ponytails, a girl with single ponytails, and a strong girl with short hair.The little guy was pulling the ponytail of the single ponytail and refused to let go. The girl with short hair pulled her clothes from behind to try to let her go, but in the end it was like a tug of war, and the single ponytail whimpered. Like a horse, he twisted his legs and kicked backwards.

The little man with twin ponytails was attacked from the back, but her expression was fierce and resolute, and she was unmoved at all.The white and green tracksuit on her body was ripped open, and the trousers on her lower body were kicked with several footprints. An ordinary girl would probably not be able to stand being made so painful and dirty, but she was completely fine. Seriously, her little hands tightly clutched the not-so-thick ponytail, refusing to relax at all.

The stocky girl finally figured out that just pulling her top wouldn't work, so she thought of a bad move and used both hands to pull the ponytail pants.The school uniform sweatpants are all elastic and you can see the edge of the mint green underwear inside. The double ponytails are startled, but the hand is not loose, and the other hand is holding the pants tightly.

But even so, one hand is no match for the strength of two hands.Seeing that his pants were about to be taken off, Lun Ling frowned and roared, "What are you doing?"

The little girls suddenly exploded in all directions like frightened birds. They recognized the voice of an adult, and the voice was full of anger. The short-haired girl and the one-ponytail girl instantly forgot their hard-won advantages, like The two rabbits turned their legs and ran away.

Only the girl with the twin ponytails was left, with her head lowered, she lifted her pants, then bent down and patted the footprints on the pants again and again.

Lun Ling pushed aside the branches, walked through with difficulty, and stood in front of her.

The little girl did not run away, but clenched the cuffs of her school uniform, and looked up at him stubbornly.

"Teacher, I didn't hit someone on purpose." She had a stubborn expression on her face, she said it wasn't intentional, but she didn't look like she thought she was wrong. responsibility', but the trembling of the voice and the wet red eyes seemed to be inconsistent.

Lun Ling can probably understand her shame. No girl can accept her pants being taken off in public, even if the girl is only ten years old.

So he lowered his tone and squatted down.

"I know."

The girl with two ponytails looked at him suspiciously, apparently not expecting that the first sentence she received was not criticism.Her eye sockets were red, her cheeks and ear tips were also red, she was gasping for breath, and she was still in a relatively excited state overall.

Observing closely, Lun Ling saw the 'pockmarks' on her face. In fact, they were not pockmarks, but some people were born with small freckles distributed on the bridge of the nose and the center of the cheeks. These freckles are not ugly. It can be called a personal characteristic. Lun Ling has seen many girls with small freckles on the streets of the UK. They usually have rosy complexions and smiles on their cheeks, making them very playful and cute.

But this kind of cuteness is owned by a minority in China. Because they are a minority, it is easy to be regarded as a different person, and it is easy to be rejected and slandered.

The girl with twintails hesitated for a moment, but decided to be honest. "Teacher, they provoked me first, but I did it first." After she finished speaking, her pupils trembled a few times, half of her heart was waiting for a severe lesson, and half of her expectation was that the teacher in front of her would stand by her side and defend her against injustice. .

Lun Ling inevitably disappointed her, he said, "I'm not a teacher." The little girl's eyes dimmed, and she nodded slowly.Lun Ling could feel that her inflated aura suddenly languished, shrinking into a ball like a frightened hedgehog.

"But if you'd like to talk to me, I might be able to help you," he said.

Chen Yimeng hesitated for a while, then nodded, this time even the tip of his nose was red.

In fact, she has always wanted to tell others what happened to her, but she didn't have such a chance.

Her father has been living a decadent life since his mother passed away. Although he looks at him smilingly every day, he has completely lost his motivation to make progress; her elder brother Mingming has always felt guilty. To such an extent, he was saving food and money every day to worry about his family's livelihood.

There are no friends in the school that can be completely heart-to-heart, because they are students transferred from the International Department to ordinary classes, there is always a sense that they are not real sisters, and the teacher can’t say it, because she thinks it’s making a fuss out of a molehill, at best, the relationship between classmates is not harmonious , I always look towards the students with good grades.

Since the second grade, she has been isolated by the girls in her class. In elementary school, boys and girls were divided into camps. Girls who girls don’t like, boys will bully casually. She learned to fight through being bullied several times, and later even Relying on the advantage that girls develop earlier than boys, they have gained an advantage in fighting.

Being able to beat boys is at best to make boys stop messing with her, but this makes girls hate her even more, and even charges her with 'deliberately only playing with boys', which leads to more intensified pranks.

She can fight clearly, but she can't guard against pranks.

She is only ten years old, but she has to digest the negative emotions brought about by these bad things on her own every day. Sometimes she can't bear the pressure and she will pretend to be sick and act like a baby and don't go to school, but this will cause Ming Ming My brother cared and worried too much. Over time, even if she really had a headache and stomachache, she didn't want to talk about it.

"But I don't think it's okay," the little girl pulled her ponytail tight, sniffed and said, "I wouldn't be able to play with them."

Sitting next to her, Lun Ling was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

He felt that words of comfort were too feeble, words of encouragement too detached.

So he had no choice but to press the top of the little girl's head, and announced in a tone of fact: "You are amazing."

Chen Yimeng laughed twice, and responded, "I think so too."