Fat Potato and Stinky Cow Dung: "..."

Shorty, oh no, Chaochao: "……(⊙o⊙)"

The system immediately overturned the Zu'an quotes that had appeared in the search results in a second, and excitedly stood up and applauded.

As expected of the original male lead, he knows exactly how to deliver a retort that will pierce the heart of a kid this age!

Chaochao tilted her head back and stared blankly at Xie Jingcheng's cold retort. This was the first time she had ever seen Xie Jingcheng curse. "Brother Jingcheng, you're so good at cursing!"

Xie Jingcheng pressed his thin lips together slightly, adding a hint of helplessness, and raised his hand to pull her swaying little head back. "This is not a good quality, don't learn it."

But the next second, I heard his voice again.

“But sometimes being high-class can be a disadvantage,” Xie Jingcheng’s cold and mocking gaze fell back on the two stunned boys. The boy sneered, “So sometimes it’s necessary to be low-class and curse back.”

The essence of good character is that it becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents and weaker when facing weaker ones.

Chaochao didn't understand but felt impressed. Diligent and eager to learn, she quickly wrote down the two new words "fat potato" and "stinky cow dung" in her little notebook. At crucial moments, she would use these words to curse back.

The two little boys, who had been teased, slowly realized what had happened, their faces turning bright red as if they had been boiled. This was not what they had expected.

The chubby boy blushed and said, "I'm not a fat potato!"

Xie Jingcheng: "Yes, you're a chubby sweet potato now."

The dark-skinned boy shouted angrily, "I'm not cow dung either!"

"Well, to be more precise, you're like cow dung with a bad stomach right now."

The upgraded fat sweet potato and the super smelly cow dung: "…………"

The boy's nonchalant rebuttal deeply stung the hearts of the two bullies. Being cowards who bully the weak, they immediately turned their attention to the little dumpling in Xie Jingcheng's arms. Even with a mask on, it was hard not to see her deep admiration.

It was that chubby kid who started the provocation who fired the first shot:

"You shorty, all you ever do is ask adults for help!"

His companion seemed to have suddenly found his target, making a face and sticking out his tongue in a cheeky manner: "That's right, you coward, coward."

Xie Jingcheng frowned deeply, he could no longer stand the child's boring and noisy antics.

The chubby boy, who was shouting loudly, suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He looked up in confusion and saw the tall boy's cold, indifferent gaze looking down at him. The boy's arrogant laughter fell silent.

Just as he was wondering why his companion's laughter had suddenly stopped, the dark-skinned boy turned his head and saw the chubby boy being lifted up by the cold-faced boy and placed at the fork in the roadside tree trunks.

The tree branch was only about 1.3 meters above the ground. Even so, just one glance down made the little fat man's legs go weak. The boy standing in front of him was still much taller than the branch, but only reached his waist.

Xie Jingcheng leaned forward slightly, a smile playing on his lips, but his dark phoenix eyes remained completely calm. "It's so big, it should be able to jump down by itself, right? Why isn't it jumping? Is it because it can't?"

The evergreen trees cast shadows on Xie Jingcheng's deep and sculpted features, creating a play of light and shadow that, combined with his deep voice, was more terrifying than any nightmare Little Fatty had ever had.

The chubby boy, his defenses crumbling, immediately let out a loud "Wah!" and hugged the thickest tree trunk at hand, tears and snot spraying out like they were from an air gun.

"Mommy! I want my mommy! Waaah—"

Xie Jingcheng chuckled and slowly straightened up.

Chaochao, whose head had been pressed down the whole time, finally had a chance to peek at the situation. When she saw the little fat boy's face covered in a mixture of tears, snot, and saliva, dripping down, the little dumpling was shocked and her little eyebrows furrowed.

Good heavens, does he really not care about his image at all?

Xie Jingcheng didn't leave immediately after disciplining the brat.

He knew that the other missing boy, seeing the situation was bad, had already run off to get help.

Little Fatty lived up to his physique, howling with such power and volume that it attracted a crowd, including his mother who rushed over. Judging by their physiques, one could only think that they were truly mother and son.

"Who are you?! How dare you put my son in a tree!" The chubby mother, heartbroken, kept crying "ouch, ouch," and quickly picked up her son, who was crying pitifully, and turned around to start scolding him.

When the fat auntie saw that the culprit was a handsome, tall boy who looked intimidating, her arrogance subsided a bit. But when she saw the little girl in his arms, she wasn't so afraid anymore. She glared at him and said, "Why did you put my son up in the tree!"

Xie Jingcheng sneered: "So he does have family, huh? There's not enough road for him to walk on, so we just sent him up a tree."

"How did my child get in your way while walking?"

Xie Jingcheng: "You should ask him why he was running around on the road and almost hit someone."

The plump aunt didn't see anything wrong with it; on the contrary, she took it for granted: "Isn't this road for people to walk on? Besides, my son didn't get hurt!"

The onlookers were already fed up with the two children running around. A woman supporting a patient frowned and said, "Who said no one was hit? My daughter was just hit on the leg by your son and almost fell down."

"Yes, how can patients rest in a noisy hospital? They really don't know their place."

The plump aunt never expected that, despite her son being the one being bullied, she would not receive sympathy but instead incur public outrage.

Her smug expression turned slightly taken aback, and she retorted, "So you're just going to stop people from walking on this perfectly good road? This hospital isn't yours! Really!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Jingcheng's expression shifted subtly for a moment.

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