Little One Tears the Villain's Script Chapter 176

She wiped her eyes, held back her tears, and continued to soothe him. "Don't be afraid, it's okay to have a bald head."

"But my classmates are watching me."

"Maybe your head is a little brighter than others, and no one has ever seen something like this before."

"..." Wuu wuu wuu! After she finished speaking, Zhang Xinhua became even more upset.

This didn't seem to work to comfort him.

If Zhang Xinhua's head was the same as the other children's, he wouldn't be so sad and keep crying.

But his hair was shaved bald, and it was impossible to grow them back instantly.

When her hair was cut by Uncle last time, it took a long time for it to grow back until it looked the same as before again.

Then...

"Don't cry, this matter is my fault. I'll help you figure out a solution."

Only then did Zhang Xinhua stop crying and looked at her aggrievedly.

"What can you think of? Can you help me beat up my dad?"

"...I only fight bad guys." Jiang Xiaoman said, "Since no one has ever seen a bald head, then let them see even more bald heads. Ones that are whiter and shinier than yours, then they would not keep staring at you.”

“Are you going to accompany me and go bald too?” Zhang Xinhua was very moved as he looked at her.

Wasn't she very nice? She really was a little angel!

Even boys would probably be unhappy and unaccustomed to shaving their heads clean, let alone the stinky girls.

He was really touched.

"Not quite...'' Jiang Xiaoman said in a very low voice. "I will tell Yu Qingshi to accompany you..."

Yu Qingshi, who happened to be passing by: "..."

He heard everything.

He was also not willing to shave his head bald; it was ugly!

So, Yu Qingshi glared at Zhang Xinhua fiercely.

It was fine if Zhang Xinhua had been snatching his snacks, but now he wanted him to accompany him and shave his head bald? Dream on!

Zhang Xinhua felt very aggrieved and had tears in his eyes.

He wasn't the one who came up with the idea, so why was he staring at him?

"I know where there are a lot of bald heads." Yu Qingshi said. "Zhang Xinhua, you'll understand once you see it. Some people can't even wait to have their heads shaved. Your case is nothing at all.”

...so terrifying!!

Zhang Xinhua was shocked.

He knew that Jiang Xiaoman and Yu Qingshi were the smartest students in the class and were often praised by the teachers, but the knowledge and words they've learned were too terrifying!

Zhang Xinhua shivered.

Jiang Xiaoman said, "I just remembered something. Don't cry, I'll show you after class."

"Ok."

So things were decided that way.

In fact, both Yu Qingshi and Jiang Xiaoman had the same thought.

There was a place where there were many bald heads. It was the Shaolin class of the martial arts hobby class.

The children in the class were all around seven or eight years old. They were learning Shaolin kung fu, which was majestic and powerful.

Although they weren't monks, all the children in the class had their heads shaved bald in order to have a sense of ritual. The bald heads were really bright.

When they stood together in a row, you wouldn't even need to turn on the lights at night.

Compared to that, Zhang Xinhua's situation really was nothing.

After class, Jiang 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 sun, 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.

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?

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