Chapter 186 Extra 2 (5)
Extra 2 (5)
Even after being beaten, Dajiang still remembered to bring him snacks. He was really touched, but couldn't help feeling distressed. He wanted to ask him if it still hurt, but he didn't know how to start.
At this time, Jiang's mother also came down from the stairs and asked enthusiastically as usual: "Da Jiang is here? Have you eaten yet?"
Gu Jiangkuo: "I ate it, Auntie."
Mother Jiang's sharp gaze fell on her son again. Nuozai shrank his neck and hid behind his brother Dajiang.
Mother Jiang was furious, but she couldn't bring herself to beat her son up in front of his friends. So she said, "Jiang Nuo, you better behave yourself. If the piano can't be fixed tomorrow, we'll go to the music room to practice. You can't escape it anyway!"
After Jiang's mother left, Gu Dajiang asked, "Did you really break the piano? Did you get beaten?"
Nuozai groaned in grievance and said, "I poured my dad's tea on the piano and forgot there were tea leaves inside. I was found out that day. QAQ"
Dajiang: “………………”
Dajiang never said "Are you stupid?", but the look in his eyes when he looked at Nuozai became more and more loving.
Before going to bed that night, Nuozai wanted to apply medicine to reduce the swelling, but Mother Jiang was still angry and was afraid that she would beat him again if she saw him. Unfortunately, Father Jiang had a social engagement that evening and did not come home until after nine o'clock, so the task of applying the medicine was left to Aunt Mei.
However, Nuozai had developed a gender identity and refused to let Aunt Mei, a woman, apply the medicine. After struggling for a long time, he was unwilling to even take off his pants. Finally, Dajiang volunteered: "Aunt Mei, let me do it."
Aunt Mei had no choice but to say, "Alright, just dig this out and apply it to the red and swollen area. It will feel a little cool, don't be afraid, it's normal. Wait until the ointment dries before going to bed. Your butt is naked tonight, it's swollen, and your underwear is too tight to be comfortable."
Aunt Mei rambled on for a long time before leaving, feeling uneasy. Dajiang was left sitting solemnly on the bed next to Nuozai. "Let me help you take off your pants first."
"Oh, okay."
He is much more obedient when facing Brother Dajiang.
First it was the little dinosaur pajamas, then it was Ultraman underwear. The little butt was swollen so badly that after the underwear was pulled down, the flesh popped out.
The redness has faded away now, but the swollen flesh is still obvious, with some purple spots here and there. The color contrasts sharply with the two white short legs, making it look particularly miserable.
Dajiang unscrewed the lid of the ointment and scooped out a large amount of ointment. He couldn't help thinking: Brother Nuonuo's skin is so white. I also had bruises when I was beaten, but they were not so obvious.
As it turned out, Nuozai was much more delicate than him. He would whimper and tear up when taking the medicine.
You know, when Dajiang was naughty, his parents broke his tennis racket, but he didn't say a word. He always believed that "men don't shed tears easily" and it is shameful for boys to be afraid of pain or like to cry. So when he saw other boys crying, Gu Jiangkuo was full of contempt in his heart.
But this rule doesn't apply to Nuonuo, because Nuonuo is different from other boys.
After the medicine was finally applied, both cubs breathed a sigh of relief. Nuozai needed the ointment to dry, so he didn't dare move. Dajiang then accompanied him and lay down next to him in the same position.
From a distance, they look like two fat little dinosaurs.
The sticky dinosaur rested its chin on its lotus root-like forearm. Because its body was soft everywhere, its chin disappeared directly into the crook of its arm at this angle, making its baby fat look even more serious. On its round little face, two big eyes like black grapes were filled with tears.
Dajiang couldn't help but wipe away his tears with his hands, and then he found that his hands and arms were very dark, two shades darker than Nuozai's.
"Does it still hurt?" Dajiang asked.
"A little bit." Nuozai's voice was soft, like a little baby voice, and he said worriedly, "Being beaten is nothing, but my mother still wants to enroll me in English class. I have to go to class after I pass the test QAQ."
This year, people were generally not wealthy, and even those who prioritized education usually didn't start tutoring until the third or fourth grade. Therefore, children from wealthy families were even more tired, and Jiang Mama was considered the originator of the "chicken baby" trend.
"Isn't English taught in the second grade?" Dajiang vaguely remembered his parents saying that the reason they chose this private elementary school was because its curriculum was advanced, with English classes added in the second grade - according to the current standard textbooks, English would not be taught until junior high school.
"I don't know either." Nuozi sighed, "Brother Dajiang, can you accompany me to class?"
He found that as long as the two of them did their homework together, his mother would focus half of her energy on Gu Jiangkuo and would not have to keep an eye on him all the time.
He doesn't want to be beaten by his mother anymore QAQ
However, after asking about the class schedule, Dajiang said he was helpless: "I have a Sanda class this weekend and a Taekwondo trial next week. I don't have time."
Nuozai: “Okay QAQ”
Because he felt so wronged after being beaten, Nuozai fell asleep in his brother Dajiang's arms that night.
The next day, the piano wasn't repaired. When the cram school teachers heard about Nuozai pouring tea on the piano, they all said, "That was too gentle. If I were your mother, I'd beat your ass to pieces. Do you know how expensive that piano is?"
Nuozai didn't know how expensive the piano was, but after this struggle, he finally managed to gain some limited benefits for himself - after Anran successfully passed the exam, Mother Jiang no longer asked him to practice overtime. Apart from two classes a week, he only needed to practice the piano for 40 minutes every day.
However, Jiang Nuo did not enjoy the air of freedom for long before he had to start a new extracurricular class: English.
So, Nuozai memorized words on weekends, and Dajiang kicked bricks on weekends. One was good at literature, and the other was good at martial arts, and the effect was remarkable: Nuozai became whiter, and Dajiang became stronger and taller.
In the blink of an eye, I entered the second grade of elementary school.
The school also opened English classes, and at this time, Jiang Nuo's advantages finally emerged. Because of his good vocabulary and accurate pronunciation - even with a British accent - the English teacher liked him very much and personally named him to be the English class representative.
Nuozai is full of energy when it comes to the small task of collecting homework.
The second graders also had a new task. The science teacher assigned a new homework: each student was asked to raise a silkworm after returning home, and observe how it grew and how it spun silk and made cocoons.
In the first month of school, half of the people in the vegetable market were elementary school students buying silkworms.
Mother Gu had a rare moment of free time, so she personally took her two children to the market to choose. Unfortunately, neither of the two cubs seemed interested, which made them quite unique among the chattering second-grade kids - Dajiang thought it was troublesome, while Nuozai was afraid.
He had always been terrified by the appearance of silkworms in his textbooks. Now, seeing them in their true form, a densely packed group of wriggling green fleshy worms on the street stall, Nuozai's hair stood on end. He hid behind Mother Gu and said, "Auntie, can I not buy this? It's so scary!"
Then, Mother Gu noticed that her own son, who had never shown any interest in silkworms, suddenly bravely picked up a green worm with his hands and said, "What's there to be afraid of?"
Mother Gu: “…”
This kid is so deliberate, as if he is trying to show off in front of the little girl he likes. If Nuozai wasn't a little boy and Dajiang was only 8 years old, she would have thought something wrong.
At this moment, she felt that Nuonuo, who was holding her legs, began to tremble. Mother Gu's heart softened and she slapped her son on the back of the head for being so stubborn: "Keep it away! You scared Nuonuo."
Then she patiently comforted Nuozai: "This is homework from school. You have to do it. How about this, if you're scared, just stay at Auntie's house, okay?"
Nuozai's little hands tightly grasped Mother Gu's clothes, glanced at the ugly bug in Brother Dajiang's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, thank you, Auntie."
He was cute and soft, with a baby voice. Unlike Dajiang, who had a loud voice like a bell since he was a child, and his loud voice made people's heads hurt. Mother Gu was so adorable that she couldn't help but rub his fair and tender face, "I wish you were my son."
Dajiang didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly interrupted: "Call me mom, and my mom will let you raise silkworms at my house."
Nuozai immediately said: "Mom!"
Mother Gu: “…”
Mother Gu was so amused that she said, "Don't worry, Nuonuo, I will definitely raise your silkworms until they are plump and white!"
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Nuozai is actually not really looking forward to raising the silkworms well.
This thing is really disgusting. Although Mother Gu arranged for the nanny at home to feed mulberry leaves and clean up the feces every day, in order for the two elementary school students to complete their homework better, she still arranged for them to experience it for themselves.
Every time he returned to Gu's house after school, Nuozai had to feed the silkworms with his own hands.
The mulberry leaves have been washed and dried, so he just needs to put them next to the silkworms' mouths. The silkworms are very greedy and will happily chew the leaves no matter when they are fed. They have grown fatter than when they were bought.
Dajiang and Nuozai sat side by side on small chairs and observed them.
Dajiang's diary entry was relatively normal: "The silkworm has grown again. It is 5 centimeters long, has 14 legs in total, and three pairs of thin legs on its head."
Nuozai's diary features a more striking style: "Silkworms must eat clean mulberry leaves. They make a rustling sound while eating them. They are round and plump, but I don't think they are cute."
"The silkworms have started to spin silk. It's not white as described in the textbooks, but light yellow. Aunt Gu said these threads can be made into silk. Silkworms are good friends of humans, but I still find them a bit disgusting."
If Jiang's mother were helping with homework, she would have ordered the children to remove the dangerous statement "a bit disgusting" out of concern for their grades. However, Gu's mother thought it was very honest and agreed, saying, "It is a bit disgusting. When I was a child, I didn't understand why all elementary school students were forced to raise insects."
"By the way," Mrs. Gu continued, "Do you want to help me pick out costumes?"
"What performance clothes?" Dajiang asked in a hoarse voice. He had just tried on his newly bought boxing gloves and sandbag, and asked with sweat on his forehead.
Mother Gu was a little disgusted: "Go take a shower first and then choose! - Nuonuo, what kind of skirt do you want?"
"Huh?" Gu Dajiang ran over in two steps. "Nuonuo, are you really going to wear a skirt? Are you really going to play Snow White?"
Nuozai nodded: "Yes!"
Da Jiang was shocked and said, "Didn't I reject it for you? Only girls play princesses. If you wear a skirt, you will be laughed at in the future!"
"That's nothing," said Mrs. Gu nonchalantly. "How old are you? Nuonuo wore a red bellyband when she was little—I asked your mom for an extra negative of that photo, developed it, and placed it under the glass on my office desk, along with Dajiang's artistic photo. My uncles and aunts all said we were so cute."
Nuozai followed what Gu's mother said and said, "Yeah!"
"What do you mean by 'hmm'?" Dajiang showed an expression of disappointment. He knew too well how easy it was to deceive his own daughter Nuonuo. Obviously, her family had everything they needed, but she would be fooled as long as the teacher gave her some rewards.
"Did the teacher promise you a gift? Stickers, or pencils and erasers? Whatever the teacher promised, I'll buy you double! I have plenty of pocket money."
Nuozai felt a little guilty and dug into his trouser pocket - there was the new eraser given by his English teacher. It was in the shape of a green frog, with a pungent smell and was not very useful. It would easily tear the paper when rubbing it on the homework book. It was obviously a cheap little thing for children to play with.
Normally, when I go to the store to buy it myself, Nuozai won’t even look at it.
But once it is attached with the halo of "reward given by the teacher", it immediately becomes different.
Nuozai hesitated for a long time before finally coming up with a plausible excuse: "Because I'm the English class representative, I have to participate in the open class performance. Teacher Sun said my spoken English is good! And I don't have to prepare my own costume. Teacher Sun said she will prepare it for me."
However, the actual situation had nothing to do with "oral English". It was just because the open class had to be recorded, and the teacher wanted to find a pretty enough Little Snow White to make the course more exciting.
Although Jiang Nuo is a little bald boy with short hair, his facial features are really stunning, with big eyes, long eyelashes, a high nose bridge and fair skin, like an imported doll displayed in a high-end window.
Now, at that age when it's hard to tell the difference between boys and girls, the voices of boys and girls are almost the same. With a wig on, who can tell the difference? So, with such high aspirations and a desire to win a prize for his open class, Mr. Sun was even willing to pay out of his own pocket to personally dress up Nuozi.
"Is the teacher preparing a costume?" Mrs. Gu asked curiously, "Didn't the notice say to bring your own?"
Nuozi said proudly: "Only my clothes were bought by the teacher!"
Dajiang muttered "little fool" in a low voice, but neither Mother Gu nor Nuozai heard it.
Mother Gu asked again, "Dajiang, are you really not going to participate? Nuonuo is also participating."
"No." Dajiang was still the cool Dajiang. "I don't want to act in an English play. That's stupid."
Mother Gu ruthlessly exposed her: "It's because your English is not good that you were not selected."
Dajiang: “…”
Mother Gu encouraged: "It's okay, there's still time. The open class starts next month. You can quietly work hard on memorizing words. Anyway, the script hasn't been finalized yet, and the teacher will continue to select people."
"I'm not memorizing words," Dajiang said coolly, "I have Taekwondo and Sanda classes, so I'm busy."
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Having said that, during class the next day, Gu Jiangkuo was absent-minded and hesitated for most of the day. Finally, he slipped into the teacher's office during the lunch break.
"Gu Jiangkuo? What's wrong with you?"
As a result, before he could find the English teacher, Mr. Sun, he was caught by the head teacher, Mr. Li.
The school's teachers' offices are not divided according to subjects, but according to grades and classes. The main teachers of the first five classes all work in the same large office.
"Teacher Li, I, I'm fine."
Dajiang suddenly felt a little shy and said casually, "I just came to ask if I need some water."
Several tall and strong boys in the class were often assigned by the teacher to change the purified water for the class, so that they could be exempted from the duties of being on duty, such as wiping the blackboard and sweeping the floor. The boys in other classes needed two people to carry a bucket together, but Gu Jiangkuo could do it easily by himself.
Upon hearing this, Teacher Li smiled and said, "Good boy, you have a keen eye for work. However, I see there's still some water left. Don't worry, just help me take the Chinese homework back first."
"Oh, okay."
Dajiang was a little annoyed that he didn't tell the truth, but since things had come to this, he could only follow Teacher Li obediently and help pick out the homework for his class.
Just then, Teacher Sun, who was working at the next desk, was excitedly discussing with another English teacher with long, wavy hair: "I'm planning to do a short play. We'll split into two groups: one will be Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the other will be Cinderella and her stepmother."
The curly-haired teacher said, "Why bother making two scripts? It's so troublesome."
Teacher Sun: "One hour is not long enough."
Teacher Curly Hair: "Cinderella's vocabulary is quite large and difficult for second graders. If they can't memorize it or get stuck, it will greatly affect the learning effect. Why not extend the plot of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to include a prince kissing the princess awake? Wouldn't that be long enough?"
Teacher Sun: "I've thought about that, but wouldn't the 'kiss awakening' princess plot be too inappropriate for elementary school students? After all, they are just children."
The curly-haired teacher said, "Hey, why don't you just change the script? Change 'kiss on the mouth' to 'kiss on the forehead' or 'kiss on the cheek. Besides, isn't the little boy in your class going to play Snow White? This is perfect!"
Teacher Sun: "That's true. How about I add a 'prince' role? ... I'll think about it. Thank you, Teacher Zhao."
The curly-haired teacher said, "Don't be polite. The prince has a lot of lines, so we need to choose someone with good oral skills. Actually, Jiang Nuo from your class is the most suitable for this role. He has beautiful pronunciation and a wide vocabulary. Otherwise, we can find another child to play the princess."
"I'm torn too, but I just think Jiang Nuo has such a great image, she'll definitely be great as a princess."
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"Gu Jiangkuo? Are you listening to me?" said our homeroom teacher, Mr. Li.
Oe-san: "Ah, here!"
Teacher Li laughed: "What are you looking for? I've already picked them out and asked you to take them back."
"Oh, okay."
Dajiang absentmindedly carried the homework book back, put half of it on the Chinese class representative's desk, and then absent-mindedly carried the other half to distribute it to the students.
Do you need to kiss when performing a drama?
'Eh, how disgusting,' Dajiang thought.
When he was watching TV at home, whenever he saw a kissing scene, his parents would cover his eyes tacitly. As a result, little Gu Dajiang has developed a magical special ability. He can keenly smell the signals that the male and female protagonists are about to kiss from the changes in the background music of the TV series and the changes in the eyes of the male and female protagonists, and then he can stay one step ahead of his parents and cover his own eyes.
Sometimes I can even free up my hands to cover Nuozai's eyes.
Due to such experiences, Dajiang has always believed that kissing is a very shameful thing - the kisses between kindergarten children do not count, and they cannot be kissed when they grow up!
So after hearing the advice from Curly-haired teacher, I was so shocked that my three views were shattered.
What's more, they're sending a boy to kiss Nuozi? This is too disgusting!
A surge of anger surged from Dajiang's tender heart. He was going to tell his mother! Then tell Uncle Jiang! They absolutely wouldn't allow this to happen! Especially Uncle Jiang. He had heard from the adults' fragmented conversations that Ding Pingzhou and Li Qing had only bullied Nuonuo once, and Uncle Jiang had already caused their father to lose a ton of money.
If I go home and complain, my parents will definitely intervene, and no one will dare to kiss Nuonuo.
However, besides this anger, there was also a strange, stupid and eager emotion that was silently growing in the heart of little student Gu Dajiang: Anyway, the teacher still had to choose a boy to play the prince and kiss Nuonuo, so why couldn't that person be him?
Upon realizing this thought, Gu Dajiang was shocked at first, then felt self-loathing, and immediately fell into deep self-blame.
How could he think like that? This is so unfair to Nuonuo!
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Classmate Gu Jiangkuo was still blaming himself, but he didn't complain in the end. Instead, he fell visibly silent. For several days in a row, he looked at Nuozai with an expression that seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Nuozi was confused by the look on his face. "Brother Dajiang, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Dajiang hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "When did you take your English tutoring class?"
"Saturday afternoon at two o'clock," Nuozi became listless when he mentioned studying. "Why?"
"I'll go with you." Dajiang didn't dare to look his friend in the eye. He scratched the table and whispered, "I suddenly want to learn English."
"Wow! Really?" Nuozai finally found a companion. He really hoped that when his mother tested him on vocabulary, he would have a comrade to be scolded together.
"But," Nuozai asked again, "what about your Taekwondo?"
"My coach said that Taekwondo is more entertaining than practical, so there's no need to learn two," Dajiang said half-seriously, but he still didn't dare look up. He continued to tap the table and asked casually, "Aunt Jiang said that your cram school teacher is helping you with your lines for the play?"
"Yeah," Nuozi said happily, "Drama is much more interesting than textbooks. Let's go together on Saturday!"
Dajiang: "Yeah, okay."
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Gu Dajiang, who is always restless, suddenly calmed down and started memorizing words. Gu's father and mother were amazed. Although they did not intend to push their son too hard, they could not help but burst into tears of relief when they saw such a change in their son.
And Gu Jiangkuo was also very hardworking. In just half a month, he was able to catch up with the difficult progress of the cram school from his average grades in the class.
His rapid progress was also noticed by Mr. Sun, the teacher at the school. Everyone loves children who study well. Mr. Sun has asked Gu Jiangkuo more questions recently.
However, Teacher Sun has another thing to worry about: there is only half a month left before the open class, and she still hasn't chosen a satisfactory "prince" role. The two boys on the bench are still stuttering about their lines, which is really worrying.
During a break that day, Dajiang politely knocked on the office door and boldly introduced himself: "Teacher Sun, can I try to sign up for a play?"
Then, I listened to him recite the prince's long and complicated lines in one breath very fluently with standard and loud pronunciation.
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