The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Some people like to tell the same jokes over and over again; they like to play the same tricks over and over again.

A childish and despicable hobby.

Taking advantage of other people's shortcomings, taunting them back and forth, poking at their wounds, and asking you with a smile, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

You have to cry to show weakness and say it hurts like hell, then he will be satisfied and let it go for the time being.

Ah, how annoying.

Tang Jiao lowered his eyes, listening to the laughter gradually rising around him, impatient disgust flashed in his eyes.

Back and forth, annoying or not.

If you have such a strong opinion, you can join the girls' team.

A small number of people in Class 1 felt that their class was being laughed at by other classes, and their faces were dull. They turned around and glared in the direction of Class 2 with dissatisfaction.

The instructor of Class 2, who was half-crouching in front, raised his hand and pressed down upon seeing this, but his Maitreya-like face was smiling and there was no sense of shock.

As a result, the people in Class 2 laughed even more wildly.

There is no concealment of the playfulness and mockery.

They all sat on the ground and chatted with the instructor to get to know each other. They were so close that they all naturally heard the cool male voice.

Comparing the serious emphasis with which the instructor of Class 1 just finished speaking, isn't this just a public challenge and a slap in the instructor's face!

Qi Dongyang, who was sitting in the team of Class 2, realized that the person at the center of the topic was the little one, and he glanced at Xiao Jingchuan's position with an uneasy feeling.

He slapped the person next to him with his hand and said, "Smile, smile! Do you have some manners?"

The laughter around them subsided.

Sun Yu, the instructor of Class 1, had stared at the man as early as the moment he spoke, his hawk-like eyes locked on the face of the boy in the third row who shrugged his shoulders and smiled playfully.

He didn't speak, and didn't pay attention to the laughter of the team next to him. He just stared at him like a hawk hunting.

Perennially immersed in the unruffled and self-promoting military aura of the army, he continued to exert pressure, making Zhang Tianping, who was carefree, finally stiffened his face and closed the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

At this time, Sun Yu spoke in a deep voice.

"Did I let you speak?"

Zhang Tianping stiffened his face and did not respond.

"Shout a report before you speak. You've gone to high school, but you can't understand human language? Since you don't understand the rules, I'll let you remember it. Get out of the queue!"

Sun Yu stood in a standard military posture, put his hands behind his back, and said without mercy:

"If you can't finish a hundred push-ups, stand in the middle of the first row."

There were whispers all around.

Zhang Tianping stood frozen for a few seconds, then stood up with an ugly expression.

He glanced at Class 2, but made no move.

"Why, you can't do it? The female classmate obeyed the command and stood up quickly without saying a word.

And you?What a weird, weird thing! "

"If you are a man, do it for me! No, you can stand where you should, and I will never punish you."

Everyone present understood the implication.

Since you said girls can't stand in the boys' team, then you're not a man, so just stand in the first row.

Lin Haojie and the person next to him looked at each other and saw the secret joy in the other's eyes.

This Zhang Tianping usually had crooked shoulders and hunched back, spoke in a strange and eccentric manner, and could not be dealt with by anyone in his class. He looked at people with a sinister look, and always got mixed up with a few pricks from outside the class.

His words could be heard by all the students present, and he was deliberately trying to ridicule Tang Jiao for having short hair and looking like a man.

Nowadays, everyone knows that Tang Jiao became like this because of illness. She had such a long scar after a major operation. Everyone in the class had seen her taking medicine.

Most students of this age are innocent and have no evil intentions. After the initial curiosity, they try their best not to mention it or do anything that would expose others' wounds.

I didn't expect this grandson to be so disgusting, and he and a few thorns in Class 2 were ridiculing people both inside and outside.

Seeing the instructor acting like this, the person who was complaining in his heart because the instructor was too aggressive suddenly felt:

Sun Jiao looks fierce and seems to be quite capable.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Tianping, who looked ugly.

Tang Jiao also turned his head and looked calmly.

Finally, Zhang Tianping leaned down with a dark face, put his hands on the floor, and began to do push-ups.

"Tell the numbers yourself. If you don't want to, let the whole class do it for you."

"Report to the instructor! I can help you count!"

Lin Haojie raised his hand high and volunteered.

"Report to the instructor! I can do it too!" Xiao Jiacheng quickly provided support.

While everyone was happily counting Zhang Tianping doing push-ups, Xiao Jingchuan turned his head and looked away.

In the lower right corner of the 2nd team formation, several people were sitting together, looking at Zhang Tianping with both mocking and bewildered faces.

When Zhang Tianping stood up, he subconsciously looked at these people.

Qin Dong, Wang Qiang, and a few others who made a lot of little moves when playing, all gathered together.

Qin Dong saw Xiao Jingchuan looking over and raised his middle finger provocatively.

Xiao Jingchuan just raised his eyebrows and turned his face back indifferently, as if he just moved his neck casually because of his sore neck.

But he knew Qin Dong must have seen it.

Qin Dong's face became angry.

With his 5.0 vision, he could clearly see Xiao Jingchuan rolling his eyes lightly when he turned back!

You are clearly mocking him: You idiot, you are so sentimental.

“29，30，3——1，3——2……”

Zhang Tianping is still doing push-ups.

From the standard [-]-degree bend of the elbow, which seemed to be letting go, now it is getting slower and slower, and it is impossible to hold the arm up or bend it down.

Sun Yu was still at the side, standing with his hands behind his back and watching.

Suddenly, more than a hundred people from both teams participated in the counting process, and they became more and more sleepy because he was doing it too slowly.

Zhang Tianping slightly bent his trembling hands and counted the numbers himself.

"43."

"42."

He was immediately corrected by Sun Jiao who was supervising him coldly.

If you are a real man, don't be lazy.

Xiao Jingchuan listened to the background sound of everyone counting, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and his expression was unpredictable.

Zhang Tianping, Qin Dong, Wang Qiang...

Zhang Tianping and Tang Jiao didn't even speak to each other.

Wang Qiang, before the physical examination, reached out to stop Tang Jiao. He was the one who was slapped when the teasing failed, so the relationship was formed at that time.

The other few are also the thorns in Class 2.

As for Qin Dong...

A bad-tempered person would not take the initiative to engage in such a dirty trick of bullying girls.

However, Qin Dong played aggressively and irregularly. He deliberately missed his hand and the ball finally hit Tang Jiao.

Thanks to the hot list on the forum, basically the whole school knows about this.

So, I still came to him.

Xiao Jingchuan narrowed his black eyes dangerously.

The anger that was rarely shown on weekdays was like a trapped animal coming out of its cage in an instant, and its momentum was breathtaking.

Liao Fan, who was standing nearby, shivered inexplicably and turned his head to look around in confusion.

All I could see was Xiao Jingchuan's slightly drooped side face, which was covered by the brim of his hat and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

He pursed his lips and tightened his sword-like jaw.

Liao Fan, who was studying psychology recently, silently withdrew his eyes.

Almost imperceptibly, he moved a small step to the side.

When Zhang Tianping reached more than sixty, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

The usual sarcasm on his face was gone.

He was sweating profusely, his face pressed to the ground, gasping for air.