When Chen Xiaopang went to school the next day, the children found that he was followed by a girl.
âXiaopang! Who is she?â
A pretty little girl stood up and asked.
Chen Xiaopang didnât want to talk to her. The little girl named Feng Meixin always pestered him. She wanted him to play with her.
âItâs none of your business.â Chen Xiaopang said ferociously.
Feng Meixin grunted, âWeâre in the classroom. You canât bring anyone in. The teacher will criticize you later.â
The teacher just came in. Seeing that they were still standing beside the teacherâs desk, the teacher called Zhao Ying to the teacherâs desk.
âThis is the new classmate of our class. She is younger than you. Everyone should help her more.â After saying this, the teacher bent down and patted Zhao Yingâs head with a very gentle voice, âCome on, say hello to everyone!â
âHello, everyone, my name is Zhao Ying.â Zhao Ying raised her head and whispered. Then she quickly lowered her head.
The class began to make noise. Miss. Guo encouraged her, âItâs okay. You will get familiar with them slowly. You know Chen Jinjin, so sit at the same table with him first!â
Zhao Ying is confused, âMiss. Guo, who is Chen Jinjin?â
Miss. Guo was surprised, âDonât you live in his home? His mother also said that you are her foster daughter.â
Zhao Yingâs eyes widen and then she says, âOh.â
Zhao Ying walked to her seat with her bag in her arms. Chen Xiaopang asked fiercely, âWhat did Miss. Guo say to you just now?â
âShe said nothing.â Zhao Ying looked at him slowly.
She thought that his name was Chen Jinjin. No wonder he had a bad temper. If she had such a bad name, she must cry every day.
Chen Xiaopang thought somethingâs wrong but Zhao Ying had already started to pack her schoolbag. She put the bag in the desk first. Then she took out her pencil box, textbooks and notebooks and then put them in place.
Then she took out her pencil and eraser. Each one was placed neatly
Chen Xiaopang looked at his messy desk. He opened his pencil box suddenly. Zhao Ying was scared.
Chen Xiaopang said gruffly, âWhat are you looking at? Your arm are not allowed to cross the line.â
âI donât cross the line.â Zhao Ying looks and says, âIâm not beyond my desk.â
Chen Xiaopang glared at her, âWhy do you speak so much? You didnât speak at home yesterday.â
âBecause adults like obedient children.â Zhao Ying said seriously. She looked at Chen Xiaopang with sympathetic eyes and asks, âYour father often hits you, doesnât he?â
âHow do you know?â Chen Xiaopang got angry, âYou are talking nonsense! My father never hits me.â
Zhao Ying blinked. She wanted to say that she saw Uncle Chen hit him yesterday. She felt that someone was stabbing her in the back. She turned around and saw that it was the pretty little girl.
âYou canât speak during morning reading. My name is Feng Meixin. Iâm the class monitor.â The little girl thought that Zhao Ying should listen to her because she was the class monitor.
Zhao Ying immediately covered her mouth and nodded. She turned to open the Chinese textbook. Chen Xiaopang snorted and turned to talk to the boy next to him. After the morning reading, it was the first Chinese class. The teacher wanted Zhao Ying to get used to the class faster, so the teacher asked her to read the text.
âMom comes home from work, Xiaomingâ¦â Zhao Ying was articulate and not nervous at all. Suddenly, she saw Chen Xiaopang taking the pencil in her pencil box secretly.
Maybe Chen Xiaopang found out that she saw it, so he grinned.
Zhao Ying was not influenced by him and finished reading a passage. The teacher was satisfied and asked her to sit down.
âChen Jinjin, you go on to read the next paragraph.â
Chen Xiaopang didnât know which paragraph to read.
âIf you read the text carefully tomorrow morning, Iâll tell you which paragraph it is.â Zhao Ying whispered.
Chen Xiaopang was very angry. To his surprise, this ugly girl was so bold.
âChen Jinjin, what are you doing?â The teacher saw that he didnât respond for a long time and said, âToday is only Monday. Are you going to reduce your red flowers?â
Chen Xiaopang suddenly thought of his fatherâs words.
âXiaopang, your teacher said that every child has five red flowers a week. I donât ask much of you. You donât need to get more red flowers but they canât be reduced. Well! If you have more red flowers, I will give you more pocket money. If you have less, I will be cruel to you.â
Chen Xiaopang shivered. He hurried to bow his head and ask Zhao Ying, âTell me which paragraph to read quickly.â
âYou canât speak during morning reading.â Zhao Ying stared at the textbook and said.
âOkay. Which paragraph?â Chen Xiaopang gnashed.
âThe last paragraph.â
Chen Xiaopang kept his red flowers but he hated Zhao Ying even more.
âXiaopang, do you know that new classmate?â After class, the children gathered in groups. Even Zhao Yingâs desk was surrounded by two little girls.
Kang Liyang, a good friend of Chen Xiaopang, held up a comic book and laughed, âLook, does her hair look like this monster?â
âLet me see!â
The children scrambled to see it. Then they giggled and said yes.
This was the story of the hero of the universe fighting the bad monster. In this issue, the monster had a black shell on its head, which was very similar to Zhao Yingâs thick bangs. Chen Xiaopang looked at it and thought so. He immediately felt that Zhao Ying was not only ugly but also as bad as the monster!
Otherwise, why didnât she tell him which paragraph to read?
âShe is the daughter of my motherâs friend. She lives in my home now.â Chen Xiaopang turned his eyes and said, âShe looks strange. Donât play with her.â
âWhy does she live in your home?â A child asked.
âBecause her parents donât want her.â Chen Xiaopang lowered his voice and secretly took a look at Zhao Ying. Seeing that she didnât pay attention, he said in a lower voice, âHer mother has gone abroad. Her father has gone far away and canât come back.â
A precocious child thought and said, âHer father is dead.â
âI think so.â Chen Xiaopang nodded, âSo sheâs a poor child without a father or a mother.â
A little boy was very sad, âSheâs so pathetic. Will she cry if we donât play with her?â
âNo.â Chen Xiaopang bullshitted, âWhen we came together in the morning, she said she didnât like our class at all. She liked the original school.â
Kang Liyang was very angry, âWhy doesnât she like our class? How nice our class is!â
âHow do I know?â Chen Xiaopang pursed. He had no reason for his nonsense.
The communication between children was very fast and easy to deteriorate. Soon these words were spread in the class. At last, everyone knew that Zhao Ying didnât like their class and disliked her classmatesâ poor gradesâ¦
âHum! Iâd like to see how well she does in her studies.â Feng Meixin, as the class monitor, was the first in the first grade. But Zhao Ying said that she didnât study well!
She was very unhappy when she heard that the new classmate lived in Chen Xiaopangâs home. Her mother told her that the richest one in her class was Chen Xiaopangâs family, so she had to make friends with Chen Xiaopang.
But Chen Xiaopang didnât pay much attention to her. Nevertheless he didnât pay attention to other girls, either. So Feng Meixin didnât respond. But now Zhao Ying came⦠Under her influence, even the two little girls who started talking to Zhao Ying didnât dare to play with her.
It seemed that Zhao Ying didnât care about it. Every day when she went back, Wang Cailian asked her about her school, her classmates and whether she had been bullied.
âThe school is very good and the classmates in the class are also very good. They didnât bully me.â Every time Zhao Ying said so.
Gradually, Chen Xiaopang thought that she was a monster. No one played with her. Feng Meixin didnât collect her homework yesterday. The teacher thought that she didnât finish it, and asked her by name during morning reading.
âIâm sorry. I forgot to hand it in.â Zhao Ying sent the exercise book to the teacherâs desk.
The teacher turned it over and saw that she had finished well. Her words were neat and beautiful. The teacher smiled and let her pay attention next time.
âWhy donât you tell the teacher that the monitor didnât collect your homeworkâ¦?â Chen Xiaopang asked in a low voice.
Zhao Ying said, âShe may have forgotten. It doesnât matter.â
Chen Xiaopang rolled his eyes, âShe did it on purpose! She didnât collect your homework on purpose. She wanted the teacher to criticize you.â
âWhy did she do it?â Zhao Ying asked with an expression that she didnât know anything, âI didnât quarrel with her.â
âBecause I said something bad about you. Everyone didnât like you.â Chen Xiaopang thought. Of course, Chen Xiaopang couldnât say that. He scratched his hair and turned his head to the other side wearily.
After a while, he heard Zhao Ying reading the text in a low voice. He looked at her secretly and found it was a text they had not learned.
âHey!â Chen Xiaopang couldnât bear to be lonely, so he touched his deskmateâs arm, âWe havenât learned what you read yet.â
Zhao Ying nodded, âWell, I learn it myself.â
âDo you know all these words?â Chen Xiaopang glanced at the textbook.
âI know most of them.â
He thought she would say that she could look up the Chinese phonetic alphabet at the end of the book. But she said that she knew them directly.
âI donât believe it!â Chen Xiaopang shouted, âDo you know all these words?â
Zhao Ying frowned, âI mean I know most of the words.â
âHow do you pronounce this word?â Chen Xiaopang pointed at a word casually.
Zhao Ying read it out without thinking about it.
âWhat about this one?â
âThis one!â
Chen Xiaopang was shocked to find that Zhao Ying was not a liar. She really knew those words. Sometimes he didnât know the words he had learned, let alone the strange texts he hadnât learned.
He finally realized that it was true that his parents said Zhao Ying was clever.
âWhat did you say to your deskmate just now?â When they went to pee together, Kang Liyang asked, âI heard her say that she knew a lot of words.â
Chen Xiaopang said, âNo. She bragged.â
After saying this, his heart beat.
âWell!â Kang Liyang lifted his pants, âIs she only five years old? Shouldnât a five-year-old child be in kindergarten?â
Everyone knew that Zhao Ying was indeed younger than them. Sheâs only five years old! No wonder she was so short.
Chen Xiaopang became angry with embarrassment, âWhy do you talk about her all the time?â
âItâs nothing!â Kang Liyang didnât find anything wrong with Chen Xiaopang. He said, âJust after class, I heard Feng Meixin and other girls say that they would run in the PE class tomorrow. They were going to tell the teacher that Zhao Ying could run fast and let her lead.â
Could a five-year-old child run faster than them? Chen Xiaopang showed a sore face.