Dressed As the Villain’s Mother

Do you look good for yourself?

Ji Ning has been thinking about what Pei Jing said. Although he is smart, he is still a child. He doesn't have much contact with all kinds of people, and he doesn't know much about human nature.

It's just that after Pei Jing said it, Ji Ning understood something vaguely.

He said to Pei Jing: "I understand what you mean, Pei Jing, but I still have to do my job well, because it was entrusted to me by Teacher Luo."

Pei Jing supported him: "You do it, if other people talk about you behind their backs, I will scold you back for you."

Ji Ning shook his head and said seriously: "No, I don't want your mother to be called to school by the teacher again."

Pei Jing said: "If it's just a verbal conflict, I shouldn't be called a parent."

"And they say you first before I scold others, even with Mr. Luo, we will make sense."

Ji Ning said: "Pei Jing, I still don't want you to curse."

Pei Jing said: "I don't curse people for no reason."

Pei Jing's skills in this area are almost full. It turns out that they live with their grandmothers. One is old and the other is young. The grandmother is aggressive, and Pei Jing is not easy to bully. When they are externally weak, they can only arm themselves with words or other things.

It's just that he changed to a different place to study, and Pei Jing was not used to it. In addition, the people in the new school would not destroy his things and intentionally bully him like the children in his hometown, and Pei Jing was unwilling to communicate with them.

He felt that they were different, if he hadn't met Ji Ningyi at the KFC store, he and Ji Ningyi would definitely not be friends.

After Pei Jing disintegrated the temporary alliance of Yu Xi and the three villains, the discipline in the class was much better that day, because the three of them ignored each other. Teacher Luo walked into the classroom and saw the quiet scene and praised again Ji Ningyi.

On the other side, Si Tian returned home to catch up on sleep after sending a few children to school. In the afternoon, she went shopping with her aunt. In order to make fried skewers, she naturally chose the ingredients she liked.

She prepared ingredients that the two children like to eat, and Si Tian bought some more on purpose for Pei Jing to eat together. She also liked Pei Jing's appearance last night.

Just as she was about to go home after shopping, Si Tian suddenly received a call from the kindergarten teacher.

"Mother Ji Zhile, during the art class today, Ji Zhile drew a lot of patterns on his face and got ink on his clothes. Are you free to pick him up and change his clothes now?"

Si Tian was a little confused when he heard that, Ji Zhile, what kind of pattern did he draw on his face if he had nothing to do.

Si Tian asked the driver to take the cooking aunt back, and took a taxi to the kindergarten by herself. At this time, she still felt that eating was very important.

Si Tian didn't tidy up when she went out to buy vegetables, so she put on sunscreen in comfortable long-sleeved casual pants.

When they arrived at the kindergarten, the doorman seemed to know Si Tian, ​​and greeted him with a smile: "Are you Ji Zhile's mother? The teacher is waiting for you in the office. Your child is so cute."

Si Tian smiled awkwardly: "Okay, thank you."

Just looking at the smiling face of the doorman uncle, Si Tian seriously doubts that the real meaning of that cuteness is really stupid.

Before reaching the office from a distance, Si Tian saw the teacher washing Ji Zhile's hands, and said while washing, "You got so much on your body, how can you wash it off?"

Ji Zhile's voice was free and easy: "Then don't wash it, teacher, don't you think it looks good?"

"Ji Zhile!" Si Tian shouted.

Ji Zhile and the teacher both looked sideways. The first moment they saw Ji Zhile, Si Tian was startled. Is this her fair and innocent little son? What's wrong!

Ji Zhile's face was painted with colorful and strange lines and shapes, only a pair of eyes were still alive, and whenever he saw her, he shouted: "Mom!"

And his body, especially the front part of the clothes, was stained with a lot of ink, and there were small handprints, the kind of dirt that would make people **** oxygen bottles madly when they saw it.

And he was still very excited, as if he didn't know what he did wrong: "Mom, look at my face!"

Si Tian felt her blood pressure rise sharply, and walked in front of Ji Zhile with a sullen face.

The teacher must have been frightened by her, and immediately dissuaded him: "Mother Ji Zhile, calm down, don't hit the child, and reason with him."

Ji Zhile understood this sentence, and blinked: "Why did mom beat me?"

He felt aggrieved: "I'm not disobedient, I didn't even talk to Xiao Yuan in class today."

Si Tian sneered: "So you still talk to Xiao Yuan in class?"

Ji Zhile felt slightly guilty: "That was before..."

Seeing that Ji Zhile betrayed himself like this, the teacher couldn't help laughing: "Yes, Ji Zhile didn't speak quietly today, but just drew patterns on his face and clothes while the teacher was not paying attention in art class. .”

The teacher looked at Ji Zhile's face and sighed: "Why did you draw on your own face? Didn't the teacher give you art paper?"

Ji Zhile whispered, "The teacher said we can draw whatever we want."

"Drawing anything doesn't mean painting on the face."

Ji Zhile rolled his eyes and muttered, "I don't know."

The teacher said apologetically, "I'm sorry Ji Zhile's mother, maybe Ji Zhile misunderstood me because I didn't make it clear. Ji Zhile usually likes to draw and is very talented."

Si Tian looked at the ink marks on Ji Zhile's face and clothes and pondered. Is this really talented?

But Ji Zhile raised his head, and gave a proud "hmm".

"Then Ji Zhile's mother takes Ji Zhile home to change clothes." The teacher said.

Si Tian agreed, and glanced at the time. It was half an hour before the kindergarten was over, so Si Tian found the head teacher in Ji Zhile's class and said that he would take Ji Zhile home early.

The teacher couldn't help laughing when he saw Ji Zhile's appearance, but Ji Zhile didn't feel that his current appearance was ridiculous at all, and he greeted the teacher warmly before leaving with Si Tian.

"Mom!" Walking out of the office, Ji Zhile tugged at her hand, "Do you think I'm cool?"

Si Tian:?

Ji Zhile made a strange expression, maintained it, and asked her: "Mom, do you think I look like an African chief?"

Si Tian:? ? ?

At this moment, Si Tian finally understood what Ji Zhile was thinking.

It's not that he misunderstood the teacher's words at all, he deliberately painted pictures on his face and clothes on purpose.

Si Tian decisively brought Ji Zhile into the car, and asked him angrily: "The teacher asked you to draw in class, not on your face, you should know."

Her tone was affirmative, and Ji Zhile's voice weakened: "I know..."

"Then why are you still painting your face, do you want to be an African chief so much?"

Ji Zhile hadn't been criticized by Si Tian for a while. He lowered his head and twisted his fingers, feeling a little wronged: "Brother Pei Jing has painted on his face, why didn't mom criticize him?"

Ji Zhile felt very unconvinced.

Si Tian said, "I'm not his mother, I just care about you."

Ji Zhile said: "I just wanted to paint when I saw that Brother Pei Jing was already painting."

He defended himself weakly.

It's not easy for Si Tian to explain to Ji Zhile that the bruise on Pei Jing's face was not painted by herself at all, and it would be better for the two children if Ji Zhile misunderstood this incident.

Si Tian can only say: "There are some things that others can do, but not everyone can do them."

Ji Zhile didn't quite understand.

Si Tian could only come up with a unique trick: "You painted on your face, with so many marks on your body, do you think it looks good?"

"It looks good!" Ji Zhile said, "It must be cool."

Si Tian tried her best to calm herself down, she immediately went to find a mirror and asked Ji Zhile to take a picture of herself, what kind of deformed aesthetics is he, like a ghost drawing, and other teachers in the office couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

Si Tian asked the driver to drive. She remembered that there were many clothing stores on the way to elementary school.

The car was quiet for a moment, Ji Zhile took off her schoolbag and unzipped it, Si Tian restrained her eyes and didn't want to see what he was doing, but immediately, Ji Zhile put something in her hand in front of her.

"Mom, don't be angry, give a bow to Mom." Ji Zhile's soft voice sounded.

Si Tian looked down and saw the bow tie Ji Zhile was holding in her hand.

It can be seen that it was painted with watercolor pens, and the traces cut out on the edges are rough, but it can be seen that the painting is done carefully, and all the colors are filled without leaving a single gap.

The bow is purple with a white not-so-round pearl painted on it.

Si Tian suddenly remembered that Ji Zhile had just whispered in her ear yesterday how beautiful the teacher's new bow was. She said no, but she didn't expect Ji Zhile to draw it for her today. My heart warmed up.

Even looking at Ji Zhile's face full of watercolor ink marks is much more pleasing to the eye. Ji Zhile opened a pair of watery eyes, clear and bright, with a milky and tender voice: "Mom doesn't have a bow, I gave it to you." A bow made by my mother."

Si Tian felt even more heartwarming. Although Ji Zhile did do something bad today, it can be forgiven, kid, she can reason with Ji Zhile, there is no need to use other means.

"Mom didn't wear a skirt today, although it doesn't look good."

Si Tian: ...?

The warm friendship in the heart was suddenly scratched, the warmth passed away at a fast speed, and the mother-child friendship seemed to be crumbling.

Ji Zhile also giggled: "But it will look good when you wear this bow."

Si Tian: "...Thank you."

Ji Zhile said, "You're welcome."

He also urged: "Mom, put it on quickly, you can wear a bow to pick up your brother."

Si Tian didn't want to, because she had the aesthetics of a normal person, but Ji Zhile was in a hurry. He simply got up, put his hands on Si Tian's head, and wanted to put a bow on her, but how could a bow made of paper be worn? In a few seconds, Si Tian's hair in a ponytail was messed up, and Si Tian didn't even have time to stop it.

"Ji Zhile!"

Ji Zhile squeezed the bow tie and shrank to the side of the seat. He glanced at his mother's hair and huddled together: "I didn't mean to..."

Si Tian grinned grimly, took off the hair tie, combed it with her hands, and draped it over her shoulders.

The car stopped, and when they got outside the elementary school, Si Tian decisively brought Ji Zhile to the mirror at the entrance of the elementary school, and raised his head: "Do you look good for yourself?"

There is no mirror in the classroom, when Ji Zhile paints on his face, he just looks at the color on the chief's face in the art book.

In Ji Zhile's vision, it should be as beautiful and cool as the tree, but he didn't expect it to be like this at all, the colors are messy, without aesthetic feeling, and the patterns are strange, like ghosts.

Ji Zhile suddenly said "ah", and covered his face with his hands: "I don't want to look!"

Why did this happen, Ji Zhile couldn't believe it, obviously he drew it according to the book!

It's too ugly, even uglier than the ugliest kid in their class, Ji Zhile covered his face, he didn't want to see anyone at all, he also knew what it meant to be ashamed.

"Does it look good?" Mom is still pressing him.

Ji Zhile groaned: "It's not good, woo, I want to go back."

He turned around, hugged Si Tian's thigh, and pressed his face against her so that no one could see.

Si Tian pulled Ji Zhile off her body, and then pulled Ji Zhile's hand away, intending to impress him once, but Ji Zhile was very capable of deceiving his ears and stealing his ears, closing his eyes tightly, which was totally a one-off. Group cowardly.

Si Tian laughed angrily, picked up Ji Zhile and returned to the car.

Back in a safe place, Ji Zhile immediately shrank to a corner, picked up her schoolbag to cover her face, and said in a muffled voice, "Mom, I want to wash my face."

"Wait, wait until I pick up my brother and go home before washing."

"I want it now!" Ji Zhile couldn't stand it anymore.

Si Tian said: "Now there are more and more people outside, you can go out to find the faucet by yourself."

Ji Zhile quit again: "I'll wait for my brother."

Ji Zhile couldn't figure out why it happened like this. The majestic appearance in his memory was replaced by the one he saw in the mirror just now. His dream of being a chief was shattered, and he didn't want to paint on his face anymore.

Ji Zhile looked down at his clothes, the clothes were also dirty, this was the first dress he liked so much, so sad.

Why doesn't my brother leave school? He has been waiting for a long time...

Finally hearing the school bell, Si Tian was about to get out of the car to pick up Ji Ningyi, but as soon as she stepped out of the car door, she saw marks on her light-colored slacks, which were exactly the same as the watercolor color on Ji Zhile's face...

Immediately understood that it was Ji Zhile who rubbed on her leg just now, Si Tian turned her head viciously and looked at Ji Zhile in the car. Became a child with a lot of idol baggage.

never mind…

Si Tian not only picked up Ji Ningyi, but also picked up Pei Jing.

No one picked up Pei Jing, so they took the bus home by themselves, Si Tian frowned when she heard this, how could parents rest assured that their first-grade children would go home by themselves, and they had to take the bus and walk for a while.

As soon as Pei Jing and Ji Ning got into the car, they saw Ji Zhile huddled in a corner.

"Zhile, what's the matter?" Ji Ning asked warmly.

His brother's gentle voice soothed Ji Zhile's hurt heart. First, he was criticized by his mother and then hit by reality. Ji Zhile didn't dare let others see his face before he washed it clean.

Ji Zhile whimpered.

Ji Ning was a little nervous for a while, and stroked his hair: "What's the matter? If you have anything to tell your brother, he will help you."

Ji Zhile said, "My face is so dirty."

Pei Jing thought of something, frowned, his voice was a little rough, and comforted Ji Zhile unskillfully: "It's okay Zhile, my face is also like this..."

Ji Zhile finally put down her schoolbag, looked at the other two, sobbing, "Brother Pei Jing, I'm the same as you now."

Pei Jing froze for a moment, looked at Ji Zhile's face, and suddenly frowned even more: "Who painted on your face?"