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Chapter 881: Side Story: Baobao 2
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Baobao was in primary school.
The girl was good-looking, was likable, and had learned martial arts from Hei Ying, Tao Qing, and the others. She was quite talented, but no one was perfect in this world.
The young lady learned everything quickly, but she was not good at studying.
It was obvious that she was a bottom-feeder in the first grade. In the third grade, she became a total bottom-feeder.
Shuo Shuo was six years older than Baobao. He was usually the one who tutored her in her studies. Such a patient child was often driven crazy by Baobao.
Case 1:
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShuo Shuo took a pen and pointed at a word in the exercise book. “Baobao, this word is ‘human’. It’s a simple word. Why did you add two strokes on it?”
Baobao looked at the word and spread her hands. “This word only has two legs, but humans have arms. So, I added two arms. That’s what makes it look human.’
Shuo Shuo held his forehead. “That’s not right. There’s only two strokes.”
Baobao pursed her lips. “The person who invented this word is really strange. Did he invent a disabled person?”
Shuo Shuo: .
Case 2:
Shuo Shuo asked, “Baobao, have you received your exam papers?”
Baobao: “I did, but can you not look?”
Shuo Shuo said, “the teacher said that we have to get it signed. Besides, we’ll only know what you don’t know when we go through it. I can help you.” Baobao hesitantly took out the paper.
Shuo Shuo glanced at the paper and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. “Baobao, didn’t you memorize this poem when you were in kindergarten? How can you get it wrong?”
Baobao craned her neck to take a look, then spread her hands. “Because I think that poem is wrong.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The bright moonlight in front of the bed is like frost on the ground. Isn’t that because the poet’s eyesight is bad? Do you see frost on the ground? Mother said that there’s only frost outside the house. Having frost in the house can only mean that the roof is broken… So, I think there’s nothing wrong with mine: The bright moonlight in front of the bed where Baobao sleeps soundly.”
Shuo Shuo:
Case 3:
One day, the teacher in school called and asked for Baobao’s parents to go to school. The reason was that Baobao had beaten someone up.
Le Yao informed Nangong Jue and rushed to school.
In the office, Baobao stood there while a boy beside her sobbed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe corners of Le Yao’s mouth twitched, but she still walked over with a calm attitude. “Teacher, I’m Nangong Yiyi’s mother. What happened?”
“Mom, it’s not my fault.” Baobao immediately pouted aggrievedly. “Keep quiet.” Le Yao glared at her daughter and then at the form teacher.
“I don’t know what’s going on either. It’s just that a classmate came over and said that Zhang Mingming was beaten to tears by Nangong Yiyi. I asked for the reason but he didn’t say anything.” The form teacher was also very helpless.
“Tell me.” Le Yao looked at her daughter.
“Didn’t you tell me to keep quiet?” Baobao muttered and glanced at Le Yao.
Seeing that the other party was about to get angry, she hurriedly changed her attitude. “It’s really not my fault. Zhang Mingming bullied Li Miaomiao. I told him not to bully her, but he said no and asked me what I can do about it. I said that I could beat him, so he said that I should try to hit him. Then, I beat him.” “It’s wrong to hit others.” Le Yao held her forehead.
“I know, but he was the one who asked me to hit him.” Baobao felt very aggrieved. “Mom, is he out of his mind? How could he ask someone to hit him?”
Everyone: ‘
Zhang Mingming cried even louder at the side..