The playground of the First Experimental Primary School is very large, including a football field, several basketball courts and table tennis tables on one side, and swings, seesaws, single and parallel bars and other sports and entertainment facilities on the other side.
The place where the first grade students have physical education classes is on the football field. There are four classes taking physical education classes at the same time, Class 1, Class 4, Class 5 and Class 8. Classes 1 and 4 are led by the same physical education teacher.
Yes, there is another physical education teacher in Classes 5 and 8.
However, the physical education class in the first grade is not actually very strict. The physical education teachers of Classes 1 and 4 just led the kids from these two classes to practice walking in unison for a while, then blew the whistle, clapped their hands and said:
"Okay, students, we are halfway through our physical education class. Now let's move around freely, but don't run out of the playground."
"Okay~"
The students responded with crisp voices.
Then the physical education teacher clapped his hands three times and the team disbanded.
"Oh~ let's go play!"
"Come on, let's go play football!"
"Wait for me!"
"..."
The term "free activities" is the favorite among the students.
So they all cheered and ran away.
"Qiqi, let's go over there and play."
Little Yueyue took Qiqi's hand and pointed to the swing next to the playground.
"Yeah, let's go." Qiqi nodded repeatedly and pulled Li Yuting beside her, "Tingting, let's go play on the swings."
"good."
After this period of getting along, Li Yuting became familiar with Qiqi and Xiao Yueyue, but she was still a little introverted. She nodded and let Qiqi pull her towards the swing.
Qiqi and the other three came relatively quickly, so they successfully "seized" a swing. The three little guys took turns sitting on it, while the other two helped push it from behind.
Had a great time.
Laughter like silver bells floated up.
Zhe Yupo and Ouyang didn't come over. They went to play football with other boys in the class.
Most of the boys are playing football. They love this sport. Classes 1 and 4 each occupy half of the football field.
The other boys are on the horizontal and parallel bars.
Some girls gathered together and whispered, and some, like Qiqi and the others, played on swings or seesaws.
But just when Qiqi and her good friends were having fun, something unpleasant happened next to them.
"Bang!"
A flying football hit the head of a boy sitting on the grass outside the football field.
"oops!"
The boy who was hit hugged his head and screamed in surprise, fell back and lay on the grass.
The football bounced out.
"Hahaha!"
"Jiang Chaoqun, your accuracy is so good!"
"..."
On the football field, several boys from Class 4 not only didn't mean to apologize at all, but actually burst into laughter.
The boy named Jiang Chaoqun, wearing a Nike sportswear, was tall and strong, put his hands on his hips, raised his chin slightly, and shouted in a commanding tone: "Hey, Tang Ritian, kick the football back to us quickly!
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Look at the boy who was hit by the football. He has thin arms and legs, a bit of dark skin, and a bit naturally curly hair. The glasses he was wearing have already flown out, and there is an obvious mark on his face from being hit by the football.
His eyes were red, with mist rising in his eyes.
It was Tang Hao who spoke as a student representative at the opening ceremony that day.
"You, you..."
Tang Hao sat up and covered his forehead, pointing at Jiang Chaoqun and the others with grief and anger.
I almost cried.
"Stop talking nonsense and get the football back to us quickly!"
Jiang Chaoqun frowned, looked impatient, pointed at the rounded football, and shouted loudly.
That tone was like calling a servant.
Basically, in every class, there will be one or two poor guys who are bullied. Unfortunately, Tang Hao plays such a role in Class 4, and is called "Tang Ritian" or "Ritian" because of his name.
Maybe it's because Tang Hao was born in a poor family, and the clothes he wears and the bags he carries are always shabby. Maybe it's because Tang Hao studies well but has an introverted and cowardly personality. Maybe it's because Tang Hao made a speech as a student representative at the opening ceremony.
Give a speech that makes other students dislike you.
In short, Tang Hao is not doing well in class. Although Tang Hao's academic performance ranks among the top three in Class 4, and he is very obedient and sensible, and is very popular with the teacher, this does not change the fact that he is bullied.
current situation.
The "main force" who bullied Tang Hao were several boys headed by Jiang Chaoqun.
The girls from Class 4 nearby looked at Tang Hao and murmured softly, and even let out a few cute laughs from time to time.
This laughter was like a whip, lashing hard on Tang Hao's face.
Tang Hao lowered his head, wishing that a gap would open in the ground so that he could get in.
But obviously, it is impossible for cracks to appear on the ground for no reason.
"Hello!"
Jiang Chaoqun was a little annoyed when he saw Tang Hao sitting there with his head lowered and actually ignoring him.
He walked towards Tang Hao with long strides.
Several boys who played well with Jiang Chaoqun also came over.
Tang Hao lowered his head and groped for his glasses in the grass. As soon as he put them on, Jiang Chaoqun walked up to them aggressively.
The shadow cast just covered Tang Hao.
"Tang Ritian, are you deaf or mute? I'm talking to you, but you dare to ignore me!"
Jiang Chaoqun stood in front of Tang Hao with his arms folded, looked down at Tang Hao and said.
Tang Hao clenched his fists and raised his head to look at Jiang Chaoqun. His glasses were slightly deformed by the football and appeared a little crooked on the bridge of his nose. He stretched out his hand to hold them up, gritted his teeth and asked: "You, what do you want?
How about it?"
"Go and pick up the football with us!"
Jiang Chaoqun pointed to the football that rolled far away and said.
"I'm not going!" Tang Hao stared at Jiang Chaoqun and said word by word.
Perhaps it was because he had been bullied for a long time and could no longer bear it, or perhaps because the laughing voices of the girls next to him were particularly harsh. Tang Hao, who had always been submissive, actually chose to resist this time.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Chaoqun was a little unbelievable. He picked his ears and said, "Ritian, I didn't hear you clearly just now. Can you say it again?"
Tang Hao's body was trembling a little, but he still mustered up the courage, as if he had used all his strength, and shouted loudly: "I said I won't go! Whoever kicked the football out will pick it up! Why should I go!
Why are you bullying me! Why!!!"
By the end, it was a bit hysterical.
It seems that he was indeed bullied a bit miserably, and the resentment and grievances that had been suppressed for a long time burst out at this moment.
"Hahaha, look at him, he looks like a dog."
Jiang Chaoqun pointed at Tang Hao and laughed loudly.
"ah!!!"
Tang Hao suddenly shouted, then jumped up from the grass, bent down and rushed towards Jiang Chaoqun.
Jiang Chaoqun didn't expect that Tang Hao, who had always been weak, would actually dare to fight with him. He was caught off guard and was hit by Tang Hao's head in the stomach. He was knocked to the back with a "Ouch!"
The people next to me were stunned for a moment.
Tang Hao gasped for breath and stared at Jiang Chaoqun with red eyes.
Jiang Chaoqun couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't care about the pain coming from his butt and bruised hands. He jumped up and rushed towards Tang Hao angrily.
The two of them struggled together.
Jiang Chaoqun was much taller and stronger than Tang Hao, and their "combat prowess" was not at the same level at all. In addition, the few good friends next to Jiang Chaoqun all came to help, and Tang Hao was knocked down in just two strokes.
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Jiang Chaoqun squatted next to Tang Hao, beating him again and again, and cursing him again and again while beating him.
The others gathered around but did not take action anymore.