DAVM Chapter 83.1

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Ji Zhile’s eyes were wide open, full of shock inside. He stared straight at the small notebook in Si Tian’s hand, confirming again that it was really his notebook to write his grudges!

Ji Zhile rushed toward Si Tian like a small cannonball, opening his hands to snatch back his little notebook.

But, he was too short. His height just reached Si Tian’s waist. Even if he stretched his arms, he could not grab it.

Ji Zhile jumped up: “Give it back to me! My books!”

Seeing Ji Zhile’s face turn red with excitement, Si Tian thought of what he had written down in his notebook. She had a clearer picture of Ji Zhile’s image in her heart.

She raised her hand so that Ji Zhile could no longer touch the notebook.

Si Tian lowered her head and looked at the little winter melon, suppressing her smile, and said, “Ji Zhile, what did you write in it?”

Ji Zhile was originally in a panic. When he heard Si Tian’s words, he rolled his eyes, thinking that his mother had not read the contents of his notebook. He clenched his fists and said in a childish and clear voice: “It’s my notebook. Give it back to me!”

“No. Why don’t you tell Mom what’s written in it?”

Ji Zhile panicked and could not think of a good excuse for a while: “It’s me… I wrote my homework!”

Si Tian originally wanted to give the kid a chance and return the book to Ji Zhile if he confessed, but she did not expect that Ji Zhile was really arrogant and was still lying now. This is not only petty and vengeful but also fooling people into thinking that other people are fools.

Si Tian said, “Well, then let me take a look–”

Then, she read the contents of the notebook aloud and directly converted the pinyin into words: “Mom forced me to eat carrots that I hate. It’s really annoying!”

“Mom ate a lot of fried skewers, but I only had a little bit. I hate it!”

“Mom ate my potato chips. I hate it so much!”

Si Tian read with great emotion and cadence. She was much more emotional than usual when telling stories.

Just seeing that Ji Zhile wrote the wrong word when he was writing his grudge, Si Tian could not help laughing and said while laughing, “Ji Zhile, so this is what you are studying.”

“Why do you still have a grudge against your brother? Well, didn’t you say that you want to thank your brother for teaching you pinyin by setting off the grudges? Ji Zhile, why did you still write your brother down on it…”

Ji Zhile could not help it anymore and cried out with a ‘woo…’: “Don’t read, don’t read! Woo woo…”

He cried so loudly that his face turned red. He was jumping up and down like a rabbit, trying to snatch his revenge notebook from Si Tian. But he was really too short, so he jumped up very hard, but in the end, he still could not touch it. Si Tian even rubbed his head unceremoniously.

“You usually make all kinds of demands when I let you drink milk. Now you know the consequences. If you don’t grow taller, you won’t even be able to take back your own things.”

Ji Zhile was so wronged, so sad, so aggrieved, so depressed, and so sad!

I hate Mom, I hate it to death!

He stretched out his hand to wipe his tears and ran out whining as if he could escape everything in this way, whimpering all the way, like a little train.

Ji Zhile ran away. Si Tian rubbed her sore cheeks from laughing and wiped away her tears from laughing.

She closed the book, thinking that this was a treasure. When Ji Zhile grew up, she would show it to him in person so that he could see how petty he was when he was a child.

In vain, she used to think that Ji Zhile was a very angry child. Even if he was angry, he would be quickly coaxed away. It turned out that he had written it down in his notebook.

Si Tian clicked his tongue.

Ji Ningyi stood at the door, holding a watercolor pen in his hand. He looked at the direction in which Ji Zhile ran away and then at Si Tian, looking a little conflicted.

Even though he grew up with Ji Zhile, as Ji Zhile’s brother, Ji Ningyi did not know that Ji Zhile was doing this behind his back.

He taught pinyin to Ji Zhile. At that time, Ji Zhile said that after learning pinyin, he could read more story books. Ji Ningyi, a little teacher, also tried his best, but he did not expect that Ji Zhile would use it to write his grudges.

Ji Ningyi walked up to Si Tian: “Mom, don’t be sad. Zhile likes you very much.”

Ji Ningyi felt that his mother must be very sad because his mother had cried just now and was still wiping her tears, and now her eyes were red. Although his mother laughed loudly just now, Ji Ningyi knew that there was a kind of sadness called being extremely sad so that she could only laugh. He took Si Tian’s hand and tried his best to comfort her.

 

 

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