Chapter 638 638. He’s not that energetic yet
I heard Little Fatty crying loudly:
“It hurts so much! It hurts so much! You’re going to beat me to death, I want my dad... I want my mom oooooooooooo…”
Everyone:…
“Don’t say that.” Ulan still looked at the fat child rolling on the ground seriously:
“Why do I feel that the actors who have appeared on TV recently are not as powerful as him?”
Make it look like it’s real.
If you ask Li Haoxuan to say it, isn’t that true?
Obviously the first two strokes didn’t hurt at all! It was so light and fluttery, it was like the lessons learned from the heavy thunder and small raindrops at home, so he felt confident.
But that blow just now... that blow just now seemed to go all the way from the buttocks to the forehead!
He is young and can't express much about his feelings. Anyway, it just hurts! It hurts so much!
It felt like his skin had been torn apart by someone's beating. He was rolling on the ground sobbing and crying. He was definitely feeling real.
However, the people in the entire courtyard were as indifferent as devils. He glanced twice while rolling around and found that everyone was still smiling...
Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong!
Little Fatty was uneducated and couldn't sum up anything. It was just a double blow to his mind and body. He couldn't hold back any longer and cried louder.
The next moment, Song Tan flicked his wrist, and the sesame pole slapped his **** again!
The meat on his fat buttocks, which was raised from big fish and meat, trembled, and then the pain quickly spread to his limbs, so that he cried miserably and loudly, and it was especially true -
“It hurts so much! It hurts so much! I want to tell my dad, woo woo…”
“Ouch”, Song Tan raised his eyebrows in surprise:
“You want to tell your dad what to do if your dad hits me back? I’m a little scared... No, I have to hit you a few more times to vent my anger.”
Speaking, he pumped it up again.
Anyone who has been beaten knows that when he was beaten, the pain did not spread quickly, but it took him a while to react.
So he rolled and crawled to the side and hid, his tears never stopping like a water can, and even his voice became weaker:
“It hurts so much, it hurts so much...I won’t tell my dad, please stop hitting me, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, stop...”
Song Tan slowly took back his hand, and then stared at the sesame pole in his hand in surprise:
“Does it really hurt that much?”
The live broadcast room was indeed filled with excitement again.
【The young lady is still too naive】
【Don't underestimate children, they sometimes use this habitual thinking to make their lies seem flawless】
【This kid is really good at acting, much better than traffic】
【Yes, if I hadn't seen with my own eyes what was whipping him, I would have thought he was being tortured】
【Are some people sensitive to pain? He screamed so fiercely, could it be that he was really beaten? 】
【impossible! Pretending! Definitely just pretending]
【Look at the anchor’s first two blows to his sister, the little fat kid didn’t react at all on the ground】
【I can only say that it is really a waste to roll around here with such acting skills】
Song Tan in the yard seemed to have reacted, reaching out and breaking off the front end of the sesame pole - easily and effortlessly.
Then he shook the sesame pole again: "This thing is so brittle, I didn't use any strength."
She was a kind person after all, and as if she was afraid of hurting him, she took two steps forward and quickly pulled down the little chubby guy's pants a little, exposing his buttocks.
—Very good. Not to mention any red marks, there is no trace of injury at all!
Song Tan loosened his hands and the elastic band of his pants quickly bounced back to his buttocks.
The little chubby guy turned his head to look at her, and saw the devil in front of him who was particularly painful when he hit people. He smiled softly:
“You’re pretty good at lying.”
"I don't like children who lie. I want to beat them when I see them... It seems that I have to beat you until you realize your mistake today."
As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and the sesame pole was pulled up again.
But the tears that Little Fatty had just held back burst out again. He cried and hiccupped in pain: "I hiccup, I won't tell my dad to hiccup... wuwuwu... don't hiccup... hiccup... it hurts... hiccup..." "
Song Tan frowned:
“You’re crying so hard here, and I have no energy at all. Are you going to complain when you go back?”
Before Little Fatty could shake her head, she heard her saying to herself: "That won't work, I can't bear this grievance in vain. It's obviously you who started the trouble first, I have to fight back first..."
Seeing that she was about to raise her hand again, the little fat man suddenly squatted on the ground and covered his buttocks with difficulty with his two fat hands:
“I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop fighting!”
Song Tan then laughed with satisfaction.
Then he casually picked up the sesame pole with his hands:
“Tell me, what’s wrong?”
Little Fatty burped.
At last he became confused: "Hiccup...I, I, I don't know, burp...I don't know."
He carefully looked at Song Tan's face and said softly:
“I...shouldn’t I tell my dad?”
Song Tan:…
How are these things taught? This person has a higher academic qualification than Qiao Qiao. Why can't he grasp the key points?
She was also numb. After all, when it came to education, her own abilities were only meager.
Just turned around and looked at the people behind him who were joining in the fun:
“Yan Ran, come on!”
Yan Ran:? !
“I can’t! I can only teach the big ones!”
Finally, Xiaozhu, the branch secretary, sighed:
“Li Haoxuan, right? Let me tell you where you went wrong.”
“First, did your school teacher ever teach you to be filial to your elders? You are at home, eating 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 you are wrong to kill it to blackmail others to fulfill your wishes!”
"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 well instead of wallowing in other people's homes and making excuses. Swearing... these are all your faults."
She finished these words with a solemn face, then slowly stood up, straightened her back, and smiled triumphantly at everyone:
“How about it? I still have to rely on me for education.”
Everyone:…
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, frowned.
The next moment, she turned around and saw Li Haoxuan, who looked confused and hummed:
“One…two…three…um…um…”
It means saying too much at once and making it hard to remember.
Xiao Zhu Party Secretary: ...This is a problem of 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?
This thin sesame pole has nothing pulled out, so what's the fuss about? As long as she is here, there is a live broadcast to prove it.
At this moment, Song Tan frowned:
“Why did I hear Dahuang barking? Why hasn’t Grandpa Li moved yet?”
Good night.
The title of the previous chapter is actually that of this chapter. But the content is fine.
Let's sacrifice a male video tonight - the Dragon Boat Festival is coming, kill it to cheer up everyone!
An article about the entertainment industry, the beginning is quite interesting, you can give it a try.
"Illiterate Top Rank: After Three Years of Failure, He Became a Superstar"
(End of this chapter)