Zhang Zian knew that the fat boy was a real foodie. He even asked if the larvae of swallowtail butterflies could be eaten. Coincidentally, Little Celery had used dates to entice him, so he could only look but not eat.
Unexpectedly, the fat boy walked over and stretched out his chubby little hand to Little Celery. "Classmate, do you know him? Didn't the teacher not allow us to eat things given to us by strangers? Give it to me. I'll throw it for you. "
Zhang Zian was speechless. What a mind-numbing operation! Could you please wipe away your saliva before you speak?
The innocent Little Celery was almost fooled. She did not know the fat boy, but she seemed to have seen him on campus. After all, they were in the same campus from the first grade to the sixth grade. When they did radio exercises, everyone gathered in the square, and the fat boy's body was very eye-catching.
"Uh … I know Brother Store Manager. He is not a stranger," Little Celery argued seriously.
"In short, adults aren't good people. A roadside shop owner like him is most likely a well-hidden human trafficker. You ate his dates and fainted. Then, you were kidnapped and sold to an old man in the village who can't have children … Ouch!"
This little fat boy was quite suitable to be an actor. Not only did he dance with joy, but he also had a good voice and expression. He made all kinds of ferocious expressions to scare Little Celery. When he said that he fainted, he rolled his eyes and pretended to fall.
Zhang Zian could not stand the fat boy's rumors and slander. He picked up a date and flicked it on his forehead.
"You … Why did you hit me?" The fat boy covered his forehead and glared.
"How did I hit anyone? Who saw it? "
Since he was so shameless, Zhang Zian decided to act shamelessly.
"You … I don't care. You hurt me. You have to pay for it!" the fat boy cried.
"I'll pay for it!" Zhang Zian picked up another date and pretended to flick it at him again.
The fat boy learned to be smart. He quickly covered his head, but he was too flustered. The backpack behind him fell to the ground, scattering books and stationery.
"Hey, it's you! Are you Xu Zhuang Zhuang? "
Little Celery saw the name on the book and cried out in surprise.
"Why? Do you know him? "Zhang Zian asked.
Little Celery looked disgusted. "I heard that there's a particularly naughty fat boy in another class. He likes to pick up bugs and scare the girls. He puts them in the girls' stationery boxes and throws them on the girls' tables. I think his name is Xu Zhuang Zhuang."
"You … Who are you? Don't talk nonsense! I don't know you! I … I'm not Xu Zhuang Zhuang either! "The fat boy hurriedly put his books and stationery into his bag.
Zhang Zian said, "Do you dare to say that in front of your father?"
Xu Zhuang Zhuang: "…"
Little Celery hid on the other side of Zhang Zian, away from Xu Zhuang Zhuang. She complained to Zhang Zian, "The weather is hot now. This year, there are a lot of bugs on the trees in our school. They are very disgusting. There are also those hanging bugs called 'hanged ghosts.' When the wind blows, they hang on the branches and float around. He picks up those bugs to scare the girls. Several girls were scared to tears. He even laughed at them for being cowards, but he didn't dare to pick up the bugs directly with his hands.
He always used paper towels … "Her voice was very clear, and her narration was very organized. Not only did Zhang Zian hear it clearly, but the shop assistants also heard it. They all came out to see which hero was so awesome, bullying elementary school girls for fun.
"Don't … Don't talk nonsense! I'm not that kind of person! I … I'm going to school! "Xu Zhuang Zhuang felt guilty and didn't want to stay any longer. He ran away and soon disappeared. Although he was fat, he ran quite fast.
In fact, even if he stayed, as long as he was thick-skinned, Zhang Zian would not be able to do anything to him. After all, there was a law protecting minors. Zhang Zian hitting him was against the law, but Xu Zian hitting Zhang Zian could be excused with the excuse that "children are not sensible."
"Little Celery, have you ever been bullied by him?" Zhang Zian asked.
Little Celery shook her head, and the two little braids that represented the day of the week swayed with her. "No, he is not in the same class as me."
"The teacher doesn't care?" he asked.
"The teacher criticized him several times and called his parents, but … the teacher said that he is a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water!" Little Celery quoted the teacher's words.
"Oh, I see. Then stay away from him in the future. Don't deal with him."
Zhang Zian quietly ended the topic, but he felt that Xu Zhuang Zhuang was a typical bully. He was also very vengeful. Although he did not dare to do anything to Zhang Zian, he might secretly bear a grudge against Little Celery. Once there was a chance, he might deliberately play tricks on her.
How could he think of a way to teach him a lesson?
Yesterday, he saw that he had been stung badly by caterpillars, and he had some sympathy for him. Now, he only regretted that he did not let him feel more pain before treating him. He often used insects to scare girls, and now he was stung by insects. This was retribution.
It was useless to count on the teacher. The teacher was also afraid of the law on the protection of minors. He was no longer the kind of strict teacher who would slap the students' palms when they saw them being naughty. It was not worth it to discipline other people's children and cause them to lose their jobs. It was not worth it, so he might as well criticize the matter or just throw it to the parents.
Xu Zhuang Zhuang's father seemed to be very busy with work. Even on the weekends, he often had to work overtime. He had no time to take care of Xu Zhuang Zhuang. On the surface, he was fierce, but in reality, he might have spoiled Xu Zhuang Zhuang.
The situation of Xu Zhuang Zhuang's mother was unknown, but it was not much better. Otherwise, how could she have taught such a naughty child?
The teacher's shift of responsibility and the parents' connivance made Xu Zhuang Zhuang even more unscrupulously mischievous.
Of course, he could ask Vladimir and its stray cats to teach him a lesson, and he did not have to violate the law on the protection of minors. After all, the law was aimed at people, not cats. However, doing so would inevitably make the school and the principal have a bad impression of stray cats, and the expulsion of stray cats would repeat itself.
It seemed that he could only do it himself.
Zhang Zian thought about the details in Little Celery's words. Xu Zhuang Zhuang liked to pick up insects to scare girls, but he was not very courageous. He always pinched the insects with a tissue.
Hmm …
After a while, Zhang Zian had a plan in mind. He could think about the specific implementation method.
Not every insect was safe to pinch through a tissue.
"Right, Little Celery, are there a lot of insects on the trees in your school?" He suddenly remembered another detail in her words and asked.
Little Celery was looking up at the larva of the swallowtail butterfly. She nodded and said, "Yes! A lot! "
"Have there been in the past?"
Little Celery thought about it carefully. "I heard from the teacher that there weren't any."
"Is that so …"
Zhang Zian looked thoughtfully into the distance.
The situation that he had been worried about before seemed to be becoming a reality. The insects had not only invaded the green space, but had also quietly spread to other places.
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