Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 13

Jiang Qisheng cried out of breath, so sad that he couldn't help himself.

To be honest, when Chu Jin fell, his skin was thick and thick, and it didn't hurt too much, but it was really too embarrassing.

Why is Chu Jin so thin and so energetic!

He hasn't practiced taekwondo for more than a year, and he goes to the gym every week. Why is Chu Jin still so good? !

Huh...

It's too unfair...

The onlookers talked and exclaimed, and the little girl secretly gave Chu Jin a thumbs up.

"Wow! Brother Chu Jin's actions just now were so handsome!"

"Didn't Dasheng say that he is better than Chu Jin? Puff..."

"He said he was great, so you believe it? He said that he was the first in the class last time, obviously the first place is Ding Miao!"

"I heard that Chu Jin also practiced Taekwondo before. I think he should be a red belt, a blue belt, and a black belt? Anyway, he is a hundred times more powerful than the yellow belt!"

......

Chu Jinqiao didn't even look at the little fat Dun crying so much that he kicked his legs, and went straight to Song Qiaoxi.

Nuo Tuanzi blinked, and the boy who walked over still had a cold face, but there was a trace of...worry in his eyes?

This kind of strange emotion has never been seen in Chu Jin.

"Are you okay?"

Chu Jin's tone was still faint, just knelt on one knee, leaning forward to look at her knees with his hands on the knees.

"Huh? It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it's okay."

Frozen for a moment, staring at the top of his head, and hurriedly answered.

Song Qiaoxi scratched her head, didn't she feel that she was not so squeamish?

She found that Jiang Qisheng also got up from the ground, glared angrily at herself and Chu, and limped in the direction of the "cadre building" with a stomping foot.

Wouldn't Jiang Qisheng want to move to rescue soldiers?

His family lives on the south side of the compound, and those "cadre buildings" have little friends who Jiang Qisheng usually plays well.

Calling around like this every day, I really don't have a head...

Why is the little boy so naive!

Thinking about this, Song Qiaoxi stretched out her hand, trying to pull Chu Jin up from the ground.

"It's okay. Let's go home. Would you please tell me the story of "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Or if we watch TV, there will be "Animation City" at 5:30, and "Little Mouse on the Prairie" will be played. It looks good! You don't want to watch cartoons, so we can play gomoku, flying machines, checkers, monopoly?"

In one breath, he said many things that two children could do together, Xiao Nuo Tuan's eyes widened, looking at him expectantly.

"Ok."

Chu Jin nodded, agreed readily, waved his hand, and stood up without relying on her strength.

Song Qiaoxi raised her face and saw the setting sun slantingly hit the open space at the entrance of the boiler room, staining the roof of a bungalow with a golden color.

The wind in the late summer blew through several dense and tall locust trees in the courtyard, and the leaves made a "shalala" sound.

The air was filled with refreshing... the scent of cooking.