Despite his nickname "hooligan," the little rascal was very particular about his pants and resolutely refused to take them off.
"Not taking it off? See this syringe in my hand? I'll give you ten seconds. If you still don't take it off, I'll shove this needle in and believe me, you'll be passed out like a dead pig in less than five minutes?"
Anesthetic?
The little hooligan knew the name, and although he was fearless, he was terrified of needles. If word got out, the whole village would probably be shocked.
The needle on that syringe was incredibly long; the sight of it caused the young thug immense physical and mental pain, as he couldn't bear to be pricked by such a long needle.
"I... took off..." His tone was weak and listless, a stark contrast to his previous confident and imposing manner.
Outside the white curtain, the waiting crowd watched as the two little figures huddled together again, whispering something:
"Little brother, the little hooligan is afraid of needles!" Little Stone covered his mouth and whispered to Tuanzi.
The little dumpling nodded repeatedly:
"Yeah, that little rascal was so cowardly, even Tuanzi wasn't that scared."
Forehead?
Stone rolled his eyes suspiciously, and finally said:
"Yeah, I'm not afraid of stones either!"
But his tone sounded suspiciously guilty.
The little one is too young to hear the subtle differences in tone; they can only understand the literal meaning. The conclusion they've drawn is:
That little rascal is a coward; he's even afraid of getting a shot!
Ye Wanying was closest to the two little people and heard every word of their conversation. She wanted to laugh, but since they were in the clinic, she decided not to. A smile played on her lips as she waved to the two little people.
"come over."
Tuanzi immediately pounced over, with Shitou following closely behind.
"Mommy?"
"Auntie?"
Ye Wanying embraced the two little ones:
"Tell me, why do you call him a little hooligan?" he asked softly.
When Ye Wanying first heard the name, she thought she had misheard it. But then the two little ones started calling each other "little hooligan," which made Ye Wanying very curious.
Tuanzi thought his mother had called him over for some reason, but he didn't expect her to ask him this. He could only obediently answer:
“That’s his name. If you don’t believe me, Mom, you can ask Brother Stone.”
Little Stone nodded in agreement.
“Auntie, what my brother said is true. That’s what everyone in the village calls that person.”
Forehead?
Ye Wanying couldn't help but purse her lips. Who on earth was so stupid as to give someone the nickname "little hooligan"?
Ye Wanying had also observed the young man carefully. He was not ugly, and he was not a bad person either. If he were a bad person, why would he have seen a child playing alone without a parent behind him, stopped the child from running around, and then found an opportunity to notify the child's parents?
This is enough to show that the young man is kind-hearted and not inherently bad.
He's just a bit too silly, like a silly goose.
Ye Wanying didn't even need to go out and ask. From the two children's words and what she saw, she could roughly figure out the situation at the hooligan's house.
"I can't control how other people call me, but you two little kids shouldn't call me that. It's very impolite and disrespectful, you know?"
I have never had any objections to Ye Wanying's words:
"Mommy, Tuanzi knows, yes, I'll call him Uncle."
"Good boy/girl~"
Stone was not to be outdone:
“Auntie, from now on, Stone will call him Uncle, and not any other name.”
The two children were competing for attention, as if they were vying for the child's affection.
But that's how kids are, I think.
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