One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Still and motionless, like a naturally formed sculpture.
If only the statue's hands didn't tremble.
"...?"
Completely bewildered, Teacher Sui suddenly remembered the parting words of another colleague who wasn't present. He cleared his throat and then praised in an exaggerated falsetto—
"Chao Chao did a great job! She perfectly grasped the essence of using a slingshot, and her posture was spot on..."
She looks familiar, like the rosy-cheeked, gymnastics-loving, upright little girl from an elementary school Chinese textbook.
bite--
The little dumpling is 50% thawing. Although she's already been coaxed into a daze, it's not enough yet.
"Your Flame Medal shines even brighter from this angle! ...It would be even better if both eyes weren't completely closed...Yes, yes, that's fantastic! You...you...you're more like a pea than the Peashooter..."
...Wait, no, he just said "der"?
Teacher Sui, whose language skills were relatively weak, sensed something was off about the metaphor just now.
"Hehe... Grandma also said that I've always been quick at learning things since I was a child."
With the thawing process 100% complete, Chaochao lowered her tired little hands, straightened her chest, raised her proud little face, and accepted the praise without any modesty.
"I've heard of Peashooter. He's a superhero who's both cute and powerful, right!"
Sui Susu's style of praising people is indeed different from that of the uncle who built the fence at noon. What a refreshing feeling!
Teacher Sui, whose conscience was a little aching: "..."
When she reaches the age where she loves playing video games, she'll probably forget about it, right?
While the little boy was engrossed in showing off his athletic prowess, the other children, under the teacher's guidance, had already picked up bullets and started real combat.
"Teacher! Qingqing hit a fruit!!!"
Leo's excited high-pitched voice suddenly rang out, and the five children instantly formed a neat circle around the fallen fruit.
This was the first time they had knocked the fruit down since the teacher demonstrated it.
The fruit has a smooth, greenish-blue peel, is about half the size of a child's fist, and has firm flesh to the touch.
"It didn't break even after jumping off the tree, it's so resilient."
"But it looks so sour."
"It looks like the plum I ate at home...!"
"It probably tastes similar to a plum."
The teacher smiled gently from the side, glanced up at the sky, and said, "Come on, children, one isn't enough."
That means we need five, six, seven, and many, many more!
Feeling a heavy responsibility on her shoulders, Chaochao gripped her slingshot tightly, her heart filled with grand ambitions.
However, in no time at all, little Chaochao, who was the only one who hadn't won anything, heartbrokenly gave up on the right path.
Since the fruit fell to the ground because of her, why shouldn't it be attributed to her strength?
A heretical young woman? A wild fruit nouveau riche? A representative of unorthodoxy, she laughs heartily with her hands behind her back.
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