On the first day of school, little Shuangbao was isolated.
"A jinx! She came to our school to study, and she must be bringing all the bad luck to us. Everyone's best to ignore her, otherwise, you will definitely be plagued by bad luck and have bad luck every day!"
A tall and thin girl about eight years old was sitting diagonally behind Shuangbao. She said this as soon as Master Gao left.
She is the granddaughter of the Minister of Personnel and her name is Lin Qingyao.
The oldest student in the entire school is no more than nine years old.
At this time, when she said this, everyone believed it and walked around Xiao Shuangbao's seat.
"Shuangbao is not a jinx!"
Little Shuangbao couldn't help but say.
"Humph, bad guys still say they won't hurt anyone!"
Lin Qingyao immediately said sarcastically.
Little Shuangbao is not good at speaking and doesn't know how to refute.
Moreover, this was the first time she faced such a situation and she didn't know how to deal with it. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Look! This unlucky person killed her own parents! Say something to her, and she still has the nerve to cry! What? Can she bring our dead Dongqi God of War back to life by shedding a few tears? Why are you pretending to be so pitiful? You're really annoying!"
Lin Qingyao continued to mock her harshly.
"Shuangbao, Shuangbao didn't kill Daddy and Mommy!"
Little Shuangbao could only clumsily defend himself word by word.
"It's a jinx, it's a jinx! If I say you're a jinx, then you're a jinx!"
Lin Qingyao became more and more excited as she spoke, and she even hit Xiao Shuangbao on the head with a brush in her hand!
The brush was covered in ink.
Suddenly, little Shuangbao's face was splashed with ink, and he looked embarrassed and funny.
"Hahaha! Look! Jinx's face has turned black!"
Lin Qingyao immediately laughed.
When the other children in the school saw her like this, they all burst into laughter!
Little Shuangbao's self-esteem couldn't stand being laughed at by so many people.
But she didn't know how to respond.
She could only shed tears silently while wiping the ink off her face with the handkerchief that Emperor Cheng Xuan had prepared for her.
"Wow! A brocade handkerchief! A piece of top-grade brocade worth a thousand gold coins, are you worthy of using it? You must have stolen it from the palace!"
However, Lin Qingyao snatched the handkerchief from Xiao Shuangbao's hand and announced it loudly.
"Thief! Tell me! Which lady in the palace did you steal this from?"
She demanded sharply.
"Shuang, Shuangbao didn't steal it! This is what Daddy gave to Shuangbao this morning!"
Little Shuangbao was first called a jinx, and then accused of stealing. At this moment, tears flowed out without cost, and he cried so hard that he hiccuped.
"Bah! Daddy? You should call me Emperor Father! Do you understand the rules?"
Lin Qingyao is extremely mean.
"That's Daddy!"
Little Shuangbao was bullied and insulted again and again, and his temper got aroused. He immediately retorted loudly.
"Alright! You little bastard without a father or a mother, you actually dare to yell at me? Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
Lin Qingyao said sternly, picked up the inkstone on the table beside her, and was about to pour the ink on Xiao Shuangbao's face!
When little Shuangbao saw this, he subconsciously hugged his head with his little hands in fear.
“That’s enough!”
However, the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared, snatched the inkstone, and poured it out with his backhand.
Suddenly, all the thick black ink that should have been sprinkled on Xiao Shuangbao's face was poured on Lin Qingyao's face!
Lin Qingyao was stunned for a moment.
The entire classroom, where many people were making noises, suddenly became quiet.
Xiao Shuangbao was also stunned.
She raised her head and saw a young boy about seven or eight years old, wearing a blue brocade robe. He had narrow and long phoenix eyes and glanced at Lin Qingyao coldly.
"Wen Yunzong! Are you crazy? How dare you throw ink at me?"
When Lin Qingyao reacted, she asked with her eyes wide open in disbelief, her face covered in ink.
Her face is black.
The hair is black.
The eyeballs are also black.
At this moment, they seemed to have merged into one, and the whole person looked like an ink sculpture, which was indescribably funny and embarrassing.
The young boy called Wen Yunzong seemed too lazy to pay any attention to her.
He snatched the brocade handkerchief that Lin Qingyao was holding in her hand, held it in his hand, then turned around and faced Xiao Shuangbao.
Little Shuangbao also looked at him.
"Thank you..." Xiao Shuangbao only said one word.
"Are you an idiot? She scolded you and you didn't scold her back? If you could fight, wouldn't you fight back? If you couldn't fight, wouldn't you just run away? Where are your power talismans and speed talismans? Did you eat them all? You're a princess, and you let a minister's daughter bully you to the point of crying? Su Chushuang! When did you become so useless!"
Wen Yunzong started cursing for a long time.
Moreover, while he was cursing with gritted teeth, he was also using the brocade handkerchief to wipe the ink off Xiao Shuangbao's face.
Soon, most of the ink on Xiao Shuangbao's face was wiped off.
This time, Xiao Shuangbao was not scolded to tears.
Instead, she heard a sense of disappointment in the boy's words.
But, it's so strange.
Do they know each other?
Why does this little brother seem to be very familiar with her?
"Yes, I'm sorry, it's Shuangbao's fault." Little Shuangbao admitted his mistake honestly.
"Humph, now not only have you become a coward, but you've also learned to say sorry. Do you, Su Chushuang, even have the word 'sorry' in your dictionary?"
Wen Yunzong threw the handkerchief in his hand to the ground with a sneer on his face.
"right……"
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