Transmigrated in the 90’s as a Little Dumpling

Wearing a white taekwondo suit, Jiang Qisheng and a small group of children in the compound surrounded the open space at the entrance of the boiler room.

He is showing everyone the yellow belt he just got today, and by the way demonstrates a lunge punch.

"Hey! Ha! Roar!"

Xiao Pangdun shouted loudly, and his fleshy fist waved at the dilapidated iron door of the boiler room.

"Brother Dasheng is too good!"

"brilliant!"

"Dasheng can break this broken door!"

The friends around him gave out warm applause and thunderous applause.

Jiang Qisheng especially enjoyed the feeling of holding the moon among the stars, and performed another forward kick.

But his eyes were erratic, and his heart was somewhat guilty.

Xiao Pangdun has been uneasy this week. Even after he was beaten to death, he can't understand why Chu Jin's parents have been dead for a year, so why did he move back again?

Why is this guy lingering, wasn't he picked up by his uncle?

Jiang Qisheng didn't like Chu Jin. Although this hatred was not as strong as the hatred of the "Gang of Three", Chu Jin was a great "threat" to himself in the compound before.

The guy is handsome and polite, speaks fluent Mandarin, speaks excellent English, passed the piano level six at the age of five, and got a red and blue belt in taekwondo at the age of six...

All the honors and praise belong to Chu Jin, and all the adults praise Chu as a child prodigy.

I was forced by my mother to attend a small host class every day, learning new concept English, playing the piano and practicing taekwondo, but no matter how hard I tried, I was not as good as Chu Jin.

After Chu Jin left the compound, he was happy for a long time, and finally no one robbed him of the limelight.

Chu Jin came back, but Jiang Qisheng secretly observed this week and found that Chu Jin had changed too much.

He was thin into a matchstick, his face was too pale, and he didn't wear a white shirt and leather shoes anymore.

Seeing the desolation, I finally feel relieved.

A little homeless man without a father or mother can't be better than himself.

Today, Jiang Qisheng deliberately punched in the open space at the door of the boiler room, just to show it to the children in the compound, give them palms, and then let them speak.

Let the children say that Jiang Qisheng is the best kid in the compound!

My father is the vice-president of the newspaper. He often hears from my father at home that the XX era has passed, and the XX era has come.

Jiang Qisheng wants to let all children see and see, that his own era has come, and the era of Chu Jin has passed.

Turning around, Jiang Qisheng punched again, and at a glance he saw Song Qiaoxi, the "dead enemy".

Alas, the person she was holding...

Is it Chu Jin? !

Chu Jinshang was wearing a sea soul shirt with a loose neckline, a pair of ordinary sports shorts, and cheap blue-headed white cloth shoes. He looked weak...

Song Qiaoxi wore a blue dress with a navy collar, with two flower buds on top of her head, her curly forehead was furry, and her dumb face looked cute and cute.

The little girl was on tiptoe with wide eyes, looking into the crowd.

The thin and tall boy next to her looked at her faintly.

How did they play together?

No, at the critical moment, the momentum cannot be defeated.

Jiang Qisheng shouted and led a group of children to Song Qiaoxi and Chu Jin.

He flicked a fist, then patted the little **** his belt: "Song Qiaoxi, don't you think I'm good? I got the yellow belt!"

Oh, with the blessing of the yellow belt, her "gang of three" will not tremble after seeing herself in the future!

Song Qiaoxi watched the fat and meaty bun-like fists shook in front of her eyes, frowned and took a step back.

He looked at Jiang Qi's bucket-like waist with a yellow cloth strap, which made him look like a ridiculous yaya gourd.

What yellow belt, not as good as kelp, at least it can eat.

She didn't have the time to argue with him, and if she walked outside with Chu Jin for a while, she could go home and eat the sweet and delicious sticky bean buns steamed by her mother, the sweet and sour pork ribs, the crispy braised octopus in brown sauce, and the rich flavor and sweetness. foam......

Why are you wasting time with Jiang Qisheng here?

Ah, thinking of sticky bean buns, I feel hungry...

He glanced at Jiang Qisheng, smiled silently, and took Chu Jin and turned his head to leave.

"You haven't said I'm great yet!"

Jiang Qisheng moved his steps with his arms akimbo, hot air erupted from his nostrils, like a bull with a tall and strong body lying in front of her like a wall.

Do you want to be so naive?

Song Qiaoxi raised her face and squeezed out a smile, blinked twice and said embarrassingly: "Awesome..."

This is the head office...

Ugh? Why not let go.

"Then you say, Chu Jin and I, who is better!"

Jiang Qisheng pointed at the boy behind her, yelling nonchalantly.

I don't know if her perfunctory attitude has been seen, but Fat Dun is still obstructing the way, as if he won't give up if he doesn't give an answer.

In normal times, Song Qiaoxi couldn't even talk to Jiang Qisheng.

During the summer vacation, she turned a blind eye to his provocations several times. She knew that after a long time, the other party felt boring and naturally would not provoke herself.

After all, the origin of the contradiction between the original owner and him can be traced back to the age of wearing open pants.

She remembered it was written in the original book that the conflict between the original owner and Jiang Qisheng escalated after going to elementary school. The original owner once pushed Jiang Qisheng down the teaching building and broke his leg in the sixth grade.

This incident completely offended the leader. From then on, he was depressed in the workplace. It also buried hidden dangers for his being framed and imprisoned in the third year of the junior high school.

But now, she just wants to be a good baby who doesn't make trouble for her parents.

In order to prevent bad things from happening to Dad, it is best to not have a head-on conflict with Jiang Qisheng, so that Dad will not be embarrassed in front of the leader.

"Say it! Who is the best!"

Jiang Qisheng shouted loudly in her ear.

Song Qiaoxi's brain hurts when he asks over and over again, and her stomach growls with hunger.

Her sticky bean buns are likely to be out of the pan, and they will be cold in a while, so there is no more time to toss with Jiang Qisheng here.

Is there anything more important in this world than when the vegetables are cold?

Yes, that means a good table of dishes is going to be cold

The temper came up too, Song Qiaoxi refused to answer Jiang Qisheng's naive questions, too lazy to pester him.

Playing a little clever, he swayed to the left, and while he was moving his heavy steps, he pulled Chu Jin and slipped past the right side of Chu Dun's body.

As she was about to run, the navy leader behind her was strongly held back.

The dumpling was tossed back a few steps, and Jiang Qi roared vigorously in his ear: "Song Qiaoxi! Dare to play with me! Today you must tell me, who is more powerful than this tramp who has no father or mother!"

Loosing Chu Jin's wrist, she stretched out her hand to break the hand that was holding the collar.

But Jiang Qisheng is a head taller than her, and he has more strength. He has short arms and small hands, so he can't reach people at all.

"You are a tramp! Everyone in the compound knows that Chu Jin has his parents, his father is a policeman, a people's hero, and his mother is a very good reporter! You are not as good as Chu Jin, Chu Jin is the best!"

Song Qiaoxi didn't care about making troubles. She shouted, and struggled angrily to roll over, trying to push Jiang Qisheng away.

But Nuo Tuanzi didn't have any strength, she was dragged to the ground by the chubby man by the collar, her palms and knees were rubbed red by the rough concrete floor.

Jiang Qisheng clung to the collar firmly, shaking his head triumphantly, and sticking his tongue out slightly.

So angry Song Qiaoxi touched Jiang Qisheng's fat arm indiscriminately, pulled it hard, and opened her mouth to bite.

But the moment he raised his head, he stopped his mouth and opened his eyes wide.

I was surprised to see that Chu Jin picked up the collar of Jiang Qisheng's taekwondo suit and pinched Jiang Qisheng's wrist with the other hand.

Chu Jin's slender knuckles turned white and looked very hard.

His eyes were frighteningly dark, and there were emotions in his eyes that she could not understand at all.

"You let her go."

He said coldly, his tone was not too emotional, his brows were frowned.

The children watching the excitement all stepped back.

Xu is accustomed to seeing Jiang Qisheng and Song Qiaoxi who have been pinching since they were young, and the two of them have been fighting since childhood, and they can't tell who is right and who is wrong.

What's more, there was another orphan Chu Jin this time, and no one dared to step forward.

"I, I'm already a taekwondo yellow belt! I, I'm not at all, I'm not afraid of you..."

Jiang Qisheng's back sweat was inexplicably cold, and the latter part of the sentence was extremely guilty.

After a few seconds, Xiao Pangdun slowly loosened Song Qiaoxi's collar.

Chu Jin's eyes were terrible, and his scalp numb when staring at him.

Looking up and down, he is thin or thin, but he is a little taller than him, and clear muscle lines can be seen on his arms.

Thinking of the other party getting the red and blue belts more than a year ago, I got my yellow belt because my mother stuffed a red envelope for the coach.

Jiang Qisheng panicked. The taekwondo coach said in the class two days ago that Chu Jin is the most talented student he has taught. He is highly talented and hardworking, and his basic skills are particularly solid.

This is going to really fight...

Damn, he didn't want to play with Chu Jin. The friends in the compound were all there. It was too shameful to lose.

"Chu, Chu Jin, that...you...you don't wear a gi. The coach said that Taekwondo PK must wear gi. No, it's not fair..."

Pangdun was trembling, and his words were uncomfortable, and his legs became weak.

Song Qiaoxi was still sitting on the concrete floor. Hearing Jiang Qisheng's words, he was angry and funny.

The reason for Xiao Pangdun is too bad, right?

She got up from the ground, patted the soil on her dress, and bent over to look at the knee injury. It was not too serious.

It was red, a little torn, and not as painful as a finger cut on a calendar paper.

When he raised his head, he found that Chu Jin turned his head and glanced at his knee.

Immediately afterwards, he slammed Jiang Qisheng over his shoulder and fell to the ground with a clean movement, so fast that she could hardly see the whole process.

Jiang Qisheng, who fell on the ground, blushed like a monkey buttocks. The neckline of his Taekwondo uniform was pulled loosely. The yellow cloth belt on his waist, like others, hangs on one side like a stubborn pickle.

Xu was thrown into a blindfold, and reacted for a while. The Fatty only kicked his legs, and started crying on the spot: "Oh...wow! You, you, you guys, you guys are working together to bully people!"