Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

g Xiaoman and Yu Qingshi went to the hobby class together hand in hand, and Zhang Xinhua followed them.

He looked at his friends pairing up in front of him while he was alone.

Zhang Xinhua's mood became even more depressed.

He…
he seemed to have stumbled into a weird scenery.

Sigh, his life was really difficult.

Zhang Xinhua drooped his head and covered it with both hands, not letting anyone see it.
He was originally not a student in the hobby class, so he could not come inside.
But Jiang Xiaoman was magical and had a good relationship with the teacher.
She only said a few words to the teacher, saying that she wanted to help her friend with his homework while practicing, and the teacher agreed!!!

Yu Qingshi was stunned.

When they took Zhang Xinhua to see the children in the Shaolin Class, Zhang Xinhua actually stopped crying.

He finally felt that he had found comrades, and so his tears stopped.

Yu Qingshi was right.

It turned out that they were very busy and worked hard everyday.
No wonder they always got praised.

After seeing this, Zhang Xinhua wanted to leave.

But when the teacher saw him, he asked, “Weren't you here to do your homework?”

“…” Zhang Xinhua couldn't remember what the homework was at all.

But he was a timid kid.
At most, he only dared to coax and grab at other kids in kindergarten for their snacks.
He didn’t dare to do it anymore in elementary school.

When he was stared at by an adult like this, he could only shiver and take out his textbook and notebook book and do his homework next to Jiang Xiaoman and Yu Qingshi.
While they were practicing, Zhang Xinhua was doing his homework.

The classroom was full of voices and a bit noisy, and Zhang Xinhua couldn’t do his homework anymore.
Of course, he couldn’t do it even if it hadn’t been noisy.

Helpless, he could only ask Jiang Xiaoman for help.
He looked like he was going to cry.

Jiang Xiaoman ran over and asked him what happened.
After listening to him, she said, “If you can’t write, then… I can help you to recite a poem?”

“…Okay.” It’s not okay at all!!!

Zhang Xinhua sat there next to her with a scrunched-up face, reciting reciting reciting.

It didn’t take long for her to come and inspect him.

He finally saw Jiang Xiaoman’s multi-tasking skills.
Not only could she practice martial arts while crying, but she could also practice martial arts while doing homework!

Jiang Xiaoman kicked the sandbag once then asked loudly, “Tilling the land under the sun2, next sentence?”

“I don't want to do homework!!”

“Sweat dripping down to the soil?”

“Every page is empty!!”

“…”

Jiang Xiaoman finally stopped and stood beside Zhang Xinhua, looking down at him condescendingly.
“Oh, I didn’t expect that you’re so smart.”

“…”

“You can still write ancient poems.”

“Wuu wuu wuu, I didn't mean to do it.”

“Then we will finish your homework before going home.” Jiang Xiaoman said, “I will keep an eye on you until you’re done.”

Help.

Footnote:

2. This is part of the ancient poem 悯农 (Pity the Farmers).

It roughly sounds like this:

Plant one seed in spring, harvest ten thousand in autumn

No land is left untilled in the world, but farmers still starve to death

Tilling the land (with a hoe) under the sun, sweat dripping down to the soil

Who knew that the food on the table, each and every grain came from hard toil?