Wearing a white taekwondo suit, Jiang Qisheng and a small group of children in the compound surrounded the open space at the entrance of the boiler room.
He is showing everyone the yellow belt he just got today, and by the way demonstrates a lunge punch.
"Hey! Ha! Roar!"
Xiao Pangdun shouted loudly, and his fleshy fist waved at the dilapidated iron door of the boiler room.
"Brother Dasheng is too good!"
"brilliant!"
"Dasheng can break this broken door!"
The friends around him gave out warm applause and thunderous applause.
Jiang Qisheng especially enjoyed the feeling of holding the moon among the stars, and performed another forward kick.
But his eyes were erratic, and his heart was somewhat guilty.
Xiao Pangdun has been uneasy this week. Even after he was beaten to death, he can't understand why Chu Jin's parents have been dead for a year, so why did he move back again?
Why is this guy lingering, wasn't he picked up by his uncle?
Jiang Qisheng didn't like Chu Jin. Although this hatred was not as strong as the hatred of the "Gang of Three", Chu Jin was a great "threat" to himself in the compound before.
The guy is handsome and polite, speaks fluent Mandarin, speaks excellent English, passed the piano level six at the age of five, and got a red and blue belt in taekwondo at the age of six...
All the honors and praise belong to Chu Jin, and all the adults praise Chu as a child prodigy.
I was forced by my mother to attend a small host class every day, learning new concept English, playing the piano and practicing taekwondo, but no matter how hard I tried, I was not as good as Chu Jin.
After Chu Jin left the compound, he was happy for a long time, and finally no one robbed him of the limelight.
Chu Jin came back, but Jiang Qisheng secretly observed this week and found that Chu Jin had changed too much.
He was thin into a matchstick, his face was too pale, and he didn't wear a white shirt and leather shoes anymore.
Seeing the desolation, I finally feel relieved.
A little homeless man without a father or mother can't be better than himself.
Today, Jiang Qisheng deliberately punched in the open space at the door of the boiler room, just to show it to the children in the compound, give them palms, and then let them speak.
Let the children say that Jiang Qisheng is the best kid in the compound!
My father is the vice-president of the newspaper. He often hears from my father at home that the XX era has passed, and the XX era has come.
Jiang Qisheng wants to let all children see and see, that his own era has come, and the era of Chu Jin has passed.
Turning around, Jiang Qisheng punched again, and at a glance he saw Song Qiaoxi, the "dead enemy".
Alas, the person she was holding...
Is it Chu Jin? !
Chu Jinshang was wearing a sea soul shirt with a loose neckline, a pair of ordinary sports shorts, and cheap blue-headed white cloth shoes. He looked weak...
Song Qiaoxi wore a blue dress with a navy collar, with two flower buds on top of her head, her curly forehead was furry, and her dumb face looked cute and cute.
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Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓
RomantizmNOT MINE ORIGINAL TITLE: 九零大院糯团子 AUTHOR: 柚子水豚 Song Qiaoxi, an orphan, transmigrated in a book. She became a little child in the 90s, and was spoiled by the whole family. However, this child was filled with black thoughts, white on the outside and bl...
