Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Qiqi tiptoed to the door, lay on the ground with her little butt pouted, and slipped out through the crack of the door.

"Eggy, is Uncle Fu still at the door? I saw his shoes!"

"Can I drive him away? It's a pity that I didn't bring my water toy, otherwise I would give him water!"

"But Grandma Meng said there was a misunderstanding between Mom and Uncle Fu... Eggy, what kind of misunderstanding do you think it was?"

The little egg man turned somersaults and played on the slide on the doll's rounded face, "Why do you care so much, anyway, he can't bully your mother."

After a period of understanding, Xiaodanren was sure that Song Yueliang was really a Tyrannosaurus rex.

No one can be bullied.

Whoever makes her unhappy, she must make people even more unhappy.

"How about I sip him with a TV?" The little egg man recalled the task assigned by the brain-scumbag mastermind, and gave a conscience suggestion.

The thing with unknown attributes outside the door is one of the main culprits that may make it obliterated in the future.

To feed him with electricity is purely to ask for interest.

Qiqi turned over and sat up, not considering Eggy's suggestion.

Electricity leakage in the balls can only burn the hair, it is not painful or itchy, and it is of no great use.

Immediately, the little baby looked around and found a small wooden stick under the shoe cabinet. She gently dragged the small wooden stick out and held it in her hand.

With this wooden stick, can she beat Uncle Fu all over his head?

"Stupid bastard, there's something stuffed under the crack of the door."

Qiqi looked at the crack of the door, and there was indeed something stuffed in.

The thin paper was full of words, she pulled it one by one, and after a while, there was a stack in her hand.

"Mom, look, it must have been stuffed by that scoundrel Uncle Fu, he stuffed paper into our house!" Qi Qi was furious, and da da da presented the evidence to her mother.

Hearing her daughter's voice, Song Yueliang managed to recover from her gaffe.

She took the paper.

On the paper torn from the notebook, the characters written on it with a black pen are a bit scribbled, but the strokes are free and easy, with hidden sharpness.

It's Fu Yanchi's word.

Like his people, they look harmless to humans and animals on the outside, but are aggressive on the inside.

A page of paper, a diary, all about the past.

*

Sunny Monday, September 1, 1980

The morning light is twilight, and the road is lively.

Today is the first day of school at Huicheng High School.

The freshmen who entered the school on the way were excited, and I felt out of place walking among them, and I didn't understand why they were so happy in the last semester.

Going to class, doing homework, competing for rankings on a piece of red paper... boring, day after day, what is there to be happy about?

During the morning reading, the feeling of my body being drained came up, and cold sweat kept coming out. I lay down on the table, waiting for the uncomfortable feeling to pass.

I slept with the window open last night and caught cold. This body is worse than that of a frail old woman.

Someone knocked on the desktop suddenly, I didn't look up, and didn't want to pay attention.

Something hit me and hit me. I thought someone was provoking me, so I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hypoglycemia? Eat the steamed stuffed bun." The clear and clean voice echoed in my ear, with an imperative tone, not sloppy at all, "Remember to eat breakfast in the future."

I looked up, only to see the back of my head in a high ponytail.

"Thank you." I smiled and ate the buns.

What I scolded in my heart was meddling in my own business.

*

Overcast on Friday, September 5, 1980

I keep a cassette player in my bag.

When school was over, I was blocked in the back alley of the school. Three people asked me for money. I thought it was because my Walkman was too eye-catching.

Money will definitely not be given, and fights will definitely be fought.

"Extortion and robbery?" A clear and clean voice came from the wall again, "I recognize you guys from Class 4, Grade 2."

"Director Wang, someone here is taking the lead in blackmailing and robbing. If he is caught, will he be expelled from school?"

I looked up, and sure enough, I saw the high ponytail again, with a bag of soy milk in my mouth, thorny and arrogant.

The school playground is on the other side of the wall. I don’t know who Director Wang is, but his voice is really unpleasant, roaring, “Extortion and robbery? What class’s name! Stop and don’t run!!”

The three bums ran away immediately, and before they ran, they threatened the ponytail viciously, "You wait for me!"

"Hey!" Ponytail easily jumped down from the two-meter-high wall, and looked me up and down before leaving, "Bai Chang is so tall."

I feel a little complicated.

She seems to regard me as a weak chicken?

The ponytail quickly ran away, and Director Wang roared again from the other side of the wall, "Song Yueliang, you climbed over the wall again—!"

A week into school, I finally remembered the name of the ponytail.

Song Yueliang.

*

Sunny Monday, September 8, 1980

I hate Mondays the most.

The front desk came a little late today.

I didn’t arrive until I had read it earlier, and I still had a high ponytail, which dangled behind me when I walked.

There were bruises on her face, which were quite conspicuous, but she didn't seem to care at all. She stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom slowly, still thorny and arrogant.

I poked her on the back lightly with the tip of a pen, "Song Yueliang, did those in Class 4, Grade 2, bother you? Is it because they helped me that day..."

"What does my fight have to do with you?" She blocked me back with one sentence.

This man is not easy to get along with.

But it's fun.

After school in the afternoon, I blocked the three-person group of the fourth class of the second year of high school.

But when I saw them, I couldn't find where to start.

Those three people all had a pig's head, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, much worse than Song Yueliang's.

When I got home, Uncle Gui asked me why I was laughing, so happy.

I said that my front desk is a school bully, which is very interesting.

*

Sunny Friday, September 26, 1980

The second physical education class in the afternoon.

The sun is very strong today, and my eyes are blackened in bursts. This kind of time can especially show the difference between me and the people around me.

Everyone else was sweating profusely from the sun, and their faces were flushed. Only me, my skin was pale, and my sweat was cold.

Standing in line, Song Yueliang was standing in front of me.

I am tall, and she happens to be tall too.

At the moment of dizziness, I fell forward and fell on Song Yueliang's back. I thought she would push me away immediately.

It's strange she doesn't.

She just stood there firmly, giving me a chance to hold on.

After returning to the classroom, rumors started immediately.

Some female students deliberately gathered together and discussed loudly in front of Song Yueliang, scolding her for not hiding after being tagged by male classmates, scolding her for flirting around with a fox face, and scolding her for having a problem with her style.

I was angry for the first time, but Song Yueliang still didn't care.

"The words 'Unity, Friendship' are still hanging on the learning field at the back, and they are united and split in the classroom? It has been several years since the four old and feudal ideologies have been broken, and the times are progressing and you are regressing? Do you want to hang a pair of twins around my neck? Pull the broken shoes out to parade in the street, how many eighth wives?"

When I got home, I locked myself in the room and laughed for a long time.

*

Rain on Friday, October 10, 1980

Today's first semester test was issued for correcting test papers.

I am number one.

Song Yueliang was second.

I got 3 points higher than her overall score.

Song Yueliang asked me to wait after school.

"Take out all the test papers, where are you 3 points more than me, find it for me."

"The teacher didn't talk about this question, why did you do it?"

"Tell me, if you don't understand, you're done."

I found that she cared about grades very much, because of 3 points, her face smelled bad all day.

I find it funny that school bullies are also competitive in their studies.

It doesn't matter to me whether the ranking on the red paper is high or low. She likes to be number one, so let her be number one.

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