Chapter 638 638 Not as Strong as Him

Chapter 638 638. Not as strong as him

The little fat boy cried loudly:

"It hurts! It hurts! You are going to beat me to death, I want my dad... I want my mom, wuwuwu..."

Everyone: ...

"Don't say it", Wulan looked at the little fat boy rolling on the ground seriously:

"Why do I feel that those actors who have been acting on TV recently are not as strong as him."

It seems to be real.

If Li Haoxuan says it, it must be true, right?

The first two hits didn't hurt at all! It was light and fluttery, just like the lesson at home that thunder was loud but rain was light, so he was fearless.

But the last hit... The last hit seemed to go all the way from the buttocks to the forehead!

He was young and couldn't express too much, but it hurt anyway! It hurts so much!

It was as if he was beaten to pieces, and he was crying and rolling on the ground at this moment, which was absolutely true.

However, the people in the whole yard were as indifferent as the devil. He glanced at them in the gap between rolling and found that everyone was still smiling...

Woo woo woo, so scary, so scary!

The little fat boy had no education and could not summarize anything. He was just hit by a double blow of spirit and body. He could no longer hold it and cried even louder.

The next moment, Song Tan's wrist shook, and the sesame stalk hit his butt again!

The fat butt raised by fish and meat trembled, and then the pain quickly spread to his limbs, so that he cried miserably and loudly, with particularly true feelings-

"It hurts! It hurts! I want to tell my dad woo woo woo..."

"Ouch", Song Tan raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"You have to tell your dad, what if your dad beats me later? I'm a little scared... No, I have to beat you a few more times to vent my anger."

Then he hit him again.

Those who have been beaten know that when they are beaten, the pain does not spread quickly, but he reacts after a while.

So he rolled and crawled to the side, tears kept coming out like a watering can, and even his voice became weaker:

"It hurts, it hurts... I won't tell my dad, please stop beating me, oooooo, stop beating me..."

Song Tan slowly withdrew his hand, and then stared at the sesame stalk in his hand in surprise:

"Does it really hurt?"

The live broadcast room was boiling again.

[The little sister is still too naive]

[Don't underestimate children, sometimes they lie perfectly by using this inertial thinking]

[This child is really good at acting, much better than the traffic]

[Yes, if I hadn't seen with my own eyes what was hitting him, I would have thought he was being tortured]

[Some people are sensitive to pain, right? He screamed so fiercely, could he really be hurt? ]

[Impossible! Pretending! Definitely pretending]

[Look at the first two hits from the anchor's sister, the little fat boy didn't react at all on the ground]

[It can only be said that with such acting skills, rolling around here, it's really a waste]

Song Tan in the yard seemed to have reacted, and stretched out his hand to break off the front end of the sesame stalk - easily, without any effort.

Then he shook the sesame stalk again: "This thing is so brittle, I didn't use any strength."

After all, she is a kind person, as if she was afraid of hurting him, at this moment she took two steps forward, quickly pulled down the little fat boy's pants a little, revealing his buttocks.

- Very good, let alone any red marks, there is no sign of injury at all!

Song Tan's hand loosened, and the rubber band of the pants quickly rebounded to the buttocks.

The little fat boy turned his head and looked at her tremblingly, and saw the devil in front of him who was very painful to hit people smiled gently:

"You are quite good at lying."

"I don't like children who lie. I want to hit them when I see them... It seems that I have to hit you until you know your mistakes today."

As he said this, he shook his wrist, and the sesame stick hit him again.

"Snap", the sound fell on the clothes, light and dull, and the main hit didn't sound painful.

But the tears that the little fat boy had just held back burst out again, and he cried and hiccuped in pain:

"I hiccup, I won't tell my dad hiccup... wuwuwu... don't hit me... hiccup... it hurts... hiccup..."

Song Tan frowned:

"You are crying so hard here, and I didn't use any strength at all. Are you going to complain when you go back?"

Before the little fat boy had time to shake his head, he heard her muttering to herself: "That won't work. I can't bear this grievance in vain. It was obviously you who started the trouble first, I have to hit you back first..."

Seeing that she was about to raise her hand again, the little fat boy squatted on the ground and covered his butt with his two fat hands with difficulty:

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't hit me!"

Song Tan smiled with satisfaction.

Then he casually broke the sesame stalk with his hands:

"Then tell me, what's wrong?"

The little fat boy hiccuped.

Finally, he was at a loss: "Hic... I don't know either... I don't know."

He carefully looked at Song Tan's face, and now he said softly:

"I... I shouldn't tell my father?"

Song Tan: ...

How did they educate him? How come he doesn't know the key points when he has a higher degree than Qiao Qiao?

She was also confused. After all, when it comes to education, her ability is also shabby.

She simply turned around and looked at the people who were joining in the fun behind her:

"Yanran, go!"

Yanran:? ! !

"I can't! I can only teach adults!"

Finally, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu sighed:

"Li Haoxuan, right? Let me tell you where you went wrong."

"First, did your schoolteacher ever teach you to be filial to your elders? When you are at home, you eat your grandfather's food. Why do you beat him and scold him?"

"Second, the rhubarb is raised at home, and the ownership right belongs to your grandfather. We have no right to kill or sell it, but if you kill it to blackmail others to fulfill your wishes, you are wrong!"

"Three, this tricycle belongs to Qiao Qiao. If Qiao Qiao doesn't agree, no one can take it away - unless he violates the rules. If you want to play with the tricycle, you should tell Qiao Qiao carefully instead of wallowing in other people's homes and taking it. Swearing... these are all your mistakes."

She finished these words with a solemn face, then slowly stood up, straightened her back, and smiled proudly at everyone:

"How about it? I still have to rely on me for education."

Everyone:...

Secretary Zhu Zhu’s brows jumped.

The next moment, she turned around and saw a confused Li Haoxuan, who hummed:

"One... two... three... um... um..."

It shows that I said too much at once and can’t remember it.

Party Secretary Xiaozhu: ...This is a problem with the child’s IQ and has nothing to do with her education level.

But fortunately this farce is over.

As for Song Tan spanking the chubby kid in front of the live broadcast - well, who's child in the village hasn't been beaten?

Nothing is pulled out of this thin sesame stick, so what's the fuss about? As long as she is here, there is a live broadcast to prove it.

But at this moment, Song Tan frowned:

"Why did I hear Dahuang barking? Why hasn't Grandpa Li moved yet?"

Good night.

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