On the podium, the Chinese teacher wrote today's new poem on the blackboard. The brushes of chalk hitting the blackboard could not cover up the rustling sounds under the stage. With a beautiful sharp turn, through the lenses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle, a ray of light swept towards everyone sitting under the stage. A child: "Who doesn't listen carefully to the class!" At this time, a very beautiful little boy stood up in the middle of the third row near the podium. He pursed his lips and puffed out his cheeks. He was silent for a while as if he had made a lot of determination. His little hand pointed straight to the left: "Teacher, Xiao Mu "Er is bullying a new classmate!" At this time, everyone's eyes were all pointed in the same direction. A pretty little girl stood up slowly, with two popcorns stuck to the corner of her mouth, "It's you again, Xiao Mu'er, you're making trouble for me in class, you are now She is a primary school student now, not in kindergarten. Go out and stand still!" The little girl curled her lips in dissatisfaction, turned around and glared at the little boy who complained, and walked out of the classroom in full view of everyone. Well, the gap was just formed...