Regarding the matter of scratching her schoolbag, she would not care about it with a child. She was angry, but she had already taught her a lesson, so let it go.
"Anyway, please forgive me."
Handing over a letter of apology, the little fat man bent down and apologized.
After taking a look at the self-review letter handed over to him, Zhao Qinglan reached out and took it.
I took a casual look.
"You wrote it"
Li Qiang nodded in response.
"Yes, I wrote it myself." Since he decided to apologize, he had to show his sincerity and write a letter of apology. This was the only thing he could think of.
There are nine typos in the 300-word self-examination. She has always been meticulous in her work. Now when I see this self-examination, I feel like I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
I can’t bear to look at it.
I just want to correct it.
He reached for the pen, circled the typo, and handed it over.
"Correct these wrong words and copy them two hundred times."
Li Qiang's hand shook and he was a little confused.
Isn't he here to apologize? Why do you still have to do your homework?
Sister, are you a devil?
Look at him still standing still.
Zhao Qinglan raised his head slightly and said softly, "I feel that two hundred times is not enough."
Breathing stagnant.
"No, no, that's enough."
Oh my god, it’s scary.
Copy it two hundred times, which is equivalent to a new word, and you have to write two articles. Now there are so many wrong words in the review. It is really painful for a scum like him who doesn't like to learn. It's better to just beat him.
What a surprise.
I also know how to write a letter of apology.
It's okay to see his attitude of admitting his mistakes.
Zhao Qinglan waved her hand.
"Forget it this time."
"But I don't want this to happen again."
"Yes, eldest sister."
Zhao Qinglan has a dark face.
"What are you yelling about?"
"Then, boss."
Li Qiang gave a tentative shout. Awesome,
"Go away..."
"Oh, yes..."
After morning reading, it was time to raise the national flag. At this time, the teachers of each class on the playground were organizing the students in their classes to line up and stand in line.
The blue and white school uniform, wearing a red scarf, looks neat at first glance.
A familiar prelude sounded.
The ones standing on the stage raising the national flag are the sixth grade students. Each class takes turns. Today it is the turn of the sixth grade class two.
"That's your brother!"
"Today, it is your brother who raises the national flag again."
The voices of classmates sounded around me.
Zhao Qinglan raised her eyes and nodded lightly.
"Yeah."
At this time, Zhao Qingyuan was standing under the flagpole, holding the national flag in his hand. Now he has lost his usual careless look and looks quite serious.
"Your brother is very handsome."
"Very handsome."
The one who spoke was Liu Qian who was standing next to her.
It looks good, it’s a fact.
"Yeah."
The flag raising has begun.
"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves,"
"Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood..."
Raise the national flag and sing the national anthem until the national flag reaches the top and flutters in the wind.
After the flag-raising ceremony is completed, each class will exit in order and then start classes in their respective classrooms.
……
The day passed quickly.
In a blink of an eye, it’s time for school to end in the evening.
The sky was overcast at this time, and it was raining outside the classroom. It had been raining for a while.
After the school bell rang.
The teacher put away the textbook.
"Classmates, it's time for school to end again. Remember to complete your homework when you go back."
"It's raining outside now. If you don't bring an umbrella, you can wait for your parents to pick you up, or wait until the rain stops before leaving. Otherwise, you may catch a cold in the rain."
"Don't pull me out on the road, pay more attention to the passing vehicles..."
It rained, but it had no effect on Zhao Qinglan because she brought an umbrella.
Seeing her take out a folding umbrella, the classmates sitting next to her were envious.
"Wow, you actually brought an umbrella."
"Well, be prepared."
Zhao Qinglan stood up as he spoke, hung his schoolbag on his shoulder with one hand, and walked out of the classroom with an umbrella.
At the school gate, Zhao Qinglan was standing on the roadside holding an umbrella, waiting for her brother Zhao Qingyuan to come out. She had been waiting for almost ten minutes, but he didn't see him.
Why haven't you come out yet?
Just as she was about to ask someone to ask, she saw her brother limping out, being supported by his classmates.
A bit miserable,
Seeing this scene, a worried look appeared on Zhao Qinglan's always cold face.
"Brother..."
Zhao Qinglan stepped forward, reached out and took the classmate from his hand.
Supporting him, Zhao Qinglan couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
The clothes are also dirty, and there are abrasions all over my wrists.
Before Zhao Qingyuan could speak, his classmates spoke for him.
"When your brother was going down the stairs, he slipped and fell down the stairs."
Zhao Qinglan had a sullen face and said nothing.
Knowing that she was worried about him, Zhao Qingyuan laughed innocently. "Sister, I'm fine, this is an accident." At this point, she glared at her friend and said, "Why are you talking so much."
Normally, her brother is careless and can fall when walking on flat ground. Now that he can fall down the stairs, he can understand.
"Take it."
Zhao Qinglan reached out and handed the umbrella to him and asked, "Where is it hurt?"
"It's okay. I just fell down on my leg. It's not a big problem." Zhao Qingyuan shook his head lightly, with a cocky look on his face.
You can't embarrass yourself in front of your sister. It doesn't hurt him, it really doesn't hurt.
Ignoring his words, Zhao Qinglan bent his knees slightly and squatted down. Through his pants, he reached out and pinched his leg twice. After confirming that it was just a skin injury and no bones were injured, he felt relieved.
But strains are definitely possible.
"Hiss..."
It hurts...
When her hand touched his leg, Zhao Qingyuan could only gasp in pain. But in order to save face, he gritted his teeth and endured it, grinning for a while. He just didn't cry out about the pain.
Standing up, Zhao Qinglan whispered: "It's just a skin injury. Go back and apply some bruise medicine."
I glanced at him.
Zhao Qinglan asked: "Can I still leave?"
When he heard her asking if he could leave, Zhao Qingyuan said directly without thinking. "Yes, I can definitely do it. Your brother and I are so strong that a little injury won't bother me." As an older brother, you can't say no, you have to give.
Sister, set an example. If you can’t do it, you have to stand up.
Forget it.
Zhao Qinglan’s mouth twitched.
He's such a noob, but he's still strong. Even if he talks to others, she still doesn't know what he is like.
He reached out and hung the schoolbag on his shoulder.
Before he could continue to brag, Zhao Qinglan reached out and grabbed his wrist. With a little force, she turned her back to him. She pulled the person onto her back and carried him easily.
"The umbrella is ready."
"Oh."
Holding an umbrella, Zhao Qingyuan looked confused.
Only later did he realize that he had been carried by his sister. Damn it, damn it, how could this be possible? He didn't want to lose face, he was his brother.
Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Zhao Qingyuan tilted the umbrella he was holding to block his face.