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Yu Ziqian raised his chin and said proudly. "No, it's my girlfriend."

"Love." The little girl stomped her feet and said angrily.

"No lying."

"How old are you, you have a girlfriend? Besides, that aunt is very old and can be your mother. How can you have such an old girlfriend!" the girl asked.

Yu Ziqian was very angry when he heard this. "My girlfriend is not old, don't talk nonsense."

"It's old!" said the girl.

Yu Ziqian knew that when he talked about age, he would definitely not be able to tell the children, and then he said, "So what if my girlfriend is old? My girlfriend is beautiful and has a good figure."

The girl curled her lips and was about to cry. "Yu Ziqian, your girlfriend is not beautiful, just talk nonsense!"

"Hmph." What Yu Ziqian hates the most is that girls cry. Anyway, as soon as the girl cries, he turns around and leaves.

The girl kept following him, crying while walking, and walked into the classroom.

When the teacher saw the little girl crying like tears, he asked quickly, "Jia Jia, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Jia Jia pointed at Yu Ziqian. "It's Qianqian who bullied me!"

The girl twitched her twice while talking, and she looked even more pitiful.

The teacher glared at Yu Ziqian. "Why are you bullying Jiajia?"

"I don't, teacher." Yu Ziqian was particularly wronged.

"You dare to say you don't..." the teacher asked vigorously.

Yu Ziqian closed his mouth and tears rolled in his eyes.

I cried two times in the morning, and the teacher quickly ended the criticism. "Okay, no one is allowed to cry, children must have fun. Today, our first class is Chinese class, and then we will write an essay. The topic of the essay is... the saddest thing I am. The writing requirement is that this thing must really happen, and the process and progress of the matter must be written in detail, and the child who usually likes to observe the most is very careful!"

When the children heard the teacher’s request, they picked up pencils and wrote and painted on the composition text.

The teacher explained further. "If you encounter words that you can't write, we can use Chinese pinyin instead."

Yu Ziqian thought about it and started writing.

‘The saddest thing about me was that my girlfriend was snatched away by my dad and became my dad’s wife… I have communicated with my dad many times, but my dad didn’t return my girlfriend to me, and threatened me with force. I couldn’t beat my dad, so I could only watch my wife live in the same room with my dad, on a big bed, which made me very sad. Especially when something happened last night, I was so angry that I was extremely angry. My dad actually hit my girlfriend in the room. My girlfriend screamed miserably and kept saying it was gentle... gentle... no... uncle...

After reading Yu Ziqian's composition, the teacher suddenly burst into bleeding from his nose and shouted in a furious manner. "Yu Ziqian, who taught you what you wrote? You...you...you...you...let your parents come."

Yu Ziqian looked at the teacher blankly, not knowing what he did wrong. "Teacher, it's not what you said. You must write true feelings and true stories? What I wrote is absolutely true and absolutely true feelings. Why are you so angry?"

The teacher kept bleeding from his nose and said tremblingly, "You...you...you are not allowed to speak!"

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