The Spoiled Little Beauty is Always Abusing the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration] 58p2

Chapter 58: The Clingy Childhood Sweetheart 2 -2

For the next few days, Chen Jingchen didn’t come to the small class much.

He was a child star. That’s right, he had become a social animal at a young age. Recently, he had to go to a certain film set to play the childhood of a character.

Jiang Qi thought that the most annoying guy had disappeared, and that Shu He would pay attention to him during this time. But who knew that another Fang Ziyang had appeared from some corner.

This Fang Ziyang was introverted and couldn’t fit into the group. And Shu He was the most cheerful among the twelve children in the small class, and also the teacher’s favorite. The teacher had specially given him a heavy responsibility, to take the little boy Fang Ziyang to play with him.

Shu He was very serious. As soon as class was over, he would go to find Fang Ziyang and share his snacks with him. After a while, every time there was an outdoor activity, Fang Ziyang would be the first to go to find Shu He. Jiang Qi now felt like a concubine who had been sent to the cold palace in a TV series, a cold concubine.

The cold concubine held the water bottle Shu He had given him and lay on the table without moving. Shu He came back and poked him, and found that Jiang Qi was turning his head, his face pale. He was so scared that he anxiously turned around and asked him what was wrong.

Jiang Qi didn’t know what was wrong with him.

He held the water bottle, knocked his head against the table, and said with a blank expression, “I might be dying.”

Shu He looked at him anxiously. “How can you be dying?”

“If you don’t play with Fang Ziyang, I can be cured.”

Shu He: “…”

Shu He said with concern, “Your face is so pale. I’ll go find the teacher.”

Jiang Qi said the teacher couldn’t cure him. Shu He ignored him and soon brought the teacher over. After an examination, the teacher found that Jiang Qi had a slight fever and anxiously took this little bully to the infirmary.

Before he left, Jiang Qi held Shu He’s hand tightly and asked him to accompany him.

Shu He had no choice but to accompany him to get an injection, and then Jiang Qi had the happiest day of his life.

He was sick, and his little He baby was very concerned about him.

He would ask him if he wanted to drink water, if he wanted to eat candy, if he was hungry. Every time he spoke, his voice was soft, and he would lie on the table and look at him in a small ball, his eyes round, so cute that Jiang Qi poked his little dimple with a straight face.

Shu He turned his head and wanted to hit him, but Jiang Qi used the hand that had been injected. He pursed his lips and put his hand back, and asked with frustration how he had gotten sick.

Jiang Qi thought, *from anger.*

He thought of Fang Ziyang, and his expression turned gloomy for a moment. He didn’t want the little He baby to see, and after a long time, he vaguely changed the subject.

When they returned to the class at noon, the teacher organized the children to eat lunch. Jiang Qi gave all the little mushrooms in his bowl that Shu He liked to him, and then looked up and stared at Fang Ziyang with a blank expression.

Fang Ziyang held his tray, and had already considered Shu He to be his only best friend. At this time, he wanted to eat with him.

But before he could sit down, Fang Ziyang saw Jiang Qi looking at him.

His small hand trembled, and he couldn’t describe what kind of look it was.

Very dark, very fierce, as if he would sneer and dump the tray on his head in the next second. Fang Ziyang held his bowl, moved his nose, and froze for ten seconds, and suddenly burst into tears.

Shu He was startled.

He bit his spoon and turned back. Jiang Qi held his chubby little face and turned him back, and said with a frown, “Don’t play with crybabies. You’ll be infected.”

Shu He himself was a little crybaby.

He bit his spoon, and his pale brow also furrowed, and he said unhappily, “What’s wrong with crybabies?”

“Baby, you’re different. You’re a crying angel, not a crybaby.” Jiang Qi took the spoon he was biting, and then grabbed the tray and fed him. Shu He made a “wu” sound, and his mouth opened and closed, and he ate a mouthful of food. Soon, he was busy chewing, and his cheeks were puffed out, and he couldn’t pay attention to Fang Ziyang at all.

The teacher came over.

The little boy was comforted, and still wanted to go to find Shu He. Jiang Qi was on high alert, but he still couldn’t prevent Shu He from taking the initiative to help Fang Ziyang during the handicraft class.

The two children held paper cuts and followed the tutorial book, cutting and cutting. Fang Ziyang was introverted and his reaction was a little slow. After Shu He finished his own paper cut, he had to go and teach him where to cut.

Fang Ziyang nodded as if he understood, and praised Little He for being so smart. After Shu He saw him finish, he also returned the favor and praised him for being so smart. Fang Ziyang’s face was red, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Only the cold concubine was neglected, and the string in his mind suddenly snapped.

Little He baby had never praised him for being smart.

His handicrafts were even better. He could fold paper boats, paper airplanes, and paper stars! Why didn’t the baby praise him?

Jiang Qi stood up shakily.

Shu He lifted his head, and only had time to see Jiang Qi’s outstretched hand. This hand grabbed the thin handicraft and fiercely tore it to shreds.

The paper scraps fell, and a piece even fell on the tip of Shu He’s nose. Shu He grabbed it and was stunned.

Jiang Qi didn’t speak either.

He just looked at Shu He, and saw tears welling up in Shu He’s eyes, his chubby little face puffed out in grievance, his pale skin flushed red, and he became a crying little angel.

The string in his mind snapped again.

“Baby…”

Shu He cried and gasped, “Why did you tear my things? I have to hand them in later.”

Jiang Qi’s mind went blank. He looked at the paper scraps on the ground, and for the first time, he felt what it was like for the sky to fall. “I thought it was Fang Ziyang’s. I didn’t know it was yours, baby. I’m sorry…” He also cried. “Don’t be angry. I’ll give you mine. Don’t be angry with me. I’m sorry.”

He stuffed the handmade heart he had folded into the little He baby’s hand, and was pushed away by his hand. The little He baby’s eyelids were red from crying, and he said angrily that if it was Fang Ziyang’s, he could tear it? He said he wanted to break up with him.

Break up.

Hearing this, Jiang Qi cried so hard he almost couldn’t breathe.

He had really been sent to the cold palace, the cold concubine murmured.

Shu He started to not talk to Jiang Qi.

When they got into the car after school, Jiang Qi found that he had not given him a candy like last time. Not only that, but he used to hold his hand and sit down, but now he was sitting in the passenger seat, and he was chatting with the driver and not with him.

Jiang Qi was very desperate.

He wanted to talk to Shu He, but his throat was as if it were stuck with a stone. When they reached their destination, Shu He jumped out of the car with his little schoolbag on his back, and didn’t even turn his head.

Jiang Qi was in a daze when he got home.

He took out the candy Shu He had given him last time from a drawer. The candy was almost melted. He ate it, hoping that he would get into the hospital from eating expired candy, so that the baby would definitely forgive him.

Jiang’s father and mother both saw that something was wrong with Jiang Qi.

At dinner time, Jiang Qi held his bowl and didn’t say a word, his dark, round eyes staring into the void, so empty that it was a little chilling.

“Jiang Qi.”

Jiang’s father tapped the table. “Eat.”

“Don’t call me Jiang Qi.” Jiang Qi turned his head away in despair. “Call me ‘cold concubine’.”

Jiang’s father: “What are you crazy about?”

“I’m not crazy. I’ve already been sent to the cold palace by the baby.” Jiang Qi murmured to himself. “He wants to break up with me.”

The parents: “…”

“The public account says that eating leftovers will give you cancer.” Jiang Qi lowered his head and knocked his head against the table. “I want to eat leftovers. As long as I get into the hospital, the baby will come to see me.”

The parents: “…”

Even a gold mine couldn’t dig out a child as crazy as this.

Jiang’s father opened his tablet with a cold face and unfollowed all the health public accounts that Jiang Qi had followed. He was so young he didn’t even know a few words, and in his chat history, there were even messages he had sent to the public accounts asking how to make someone fat.

Oh, the word “fat” was even wrong.

Jiang Qi thought the baby was so thin, so small. He was always afraid that he would die. When they slept together in kindergarten, he didn’t even dare to squeeze him, for fear of squeezing him flat.

The baby was too fragile.

He wanted to make him a little fatter.

But now, Jiang Qi was facing the crisis of entering the cold palace. The TV said that it was hard to get out of the cold palace once you were in. He kept knocking his head against the table.

Jiang’s mother looked at him like this, very tired. “Did you bully Little He?”

Jiang Qi said, “I didn’t. It was an accident.” He frowned again, angrily, and told the whole story.

Jiang’s father sneered after hearing it. “You deserve it.”

Jiang’s mother: “A good child wouldn’t do something like tearing someone’s homework. Jiang Qi, I used to think you were still young and could be taught. Do you think you’re not at fault at all?”

“…”

Jiang Qi felt that his only fault was that he had torn the wrong person’s.

Making the baby cry was his only fault.

Fang Ziyang was just annoying. What was wrong with him targeting him? Jiang Qi went back to his room with a cold expression, not eating a single bite.

He sat on the carpet, took out the Lego that Little He had given him, and put it together, into the shape of an airplane.

He looked at it with sour eyes for a while, and then opened his little genius children’s phone watch, wanting to see if Little He had sent him a message.

The message list was lonely. Little He had not contacted him, nor had he looked at the electronic little dog they had raised together.

The dog had also entered the cold palace.

He numbly fed the dog food, numbly watered the cyber cabbage that Little He had raised, and then numbly opened the pet log and saw the little dog say that the two masters were the best in the world.

Jiang Qi finally couldn’t help it, and lowered his head and cried with red eyes.

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Shu He was a little sad.

He had planned to do the mission when he grew up.

Now they were all children. No matter how much he pushed Jiang Qi, he couldn’t immediately become a Dragon King. Then he might as well live a good life and think about these things when they were all a little older.

But Jiang Qi was so bad.

The second day of the breakup, Jiang Qi did not repent at all. When Fang Ziyang was holding a water cup to get water for Shu He, he pushed him away and snatched the water cup, saying that he had given it to Little He and that no one else was allowed to touch it.

During class, he snatched the watercolor pen from his hand, saying that he had also given it to Little He and that no one else was allowed to touch it.

On the third day, Chen Jingchen came back to class. Jiang Qi had a kind of attitude of being an enemy of the whole world, and deliberately interrupted when Chen Jingchen and Shu He were chatting.

Very bad.

Not like a protagonist, but like a villain.

Shu He propped his cheek and was very troubled, thinking that this was not right. Jiang Qi secretly glanced at him, and seeing him frown, his heart was also anxious.

He just wanted to attract the little He baby’s attention.

Look at him, look at him more. Why was he talking to others?

When it was time to go home, Shu He looked at Jiang Qi, who was packing his schoolbag with a straight face. Jiang Qi stuffed the water bottle into his own schoolbag. This was a little heavy and would hurt the baby’s shoulder. He would bring it to him again tomorrow.

And books, toys, snacks…

“Jiang Qi.”

A milky voice.

Oh, and Jiang Qi.

No, Jiang Qi’s hand, which was zipping up the schoolbag, paused.

He looked up.

Shu He hadn’t spoken to him in three days.

No matter how much he wanted to get Shu He’s attention, Shu He just wouldn’t look at him. Even if he deliberately swayed in front of him, he would cover his eyes and pretend not to see.

Jiang Qi’s heart was about to break.

Now, Shu He had finally called him.

Jiang Qi held his schoolbag, and his dark, round eyes looked at Shu He silently. Shu He put on his little hat, and then lowered his head, his childish voice young and tender, and also a little muffled. “Don’t bully people. That’s not right.”

Jiang Qi picked at the strap of his schoolbag, wanting to be stubborn and say that he hadn’t bullied anyone. He just didn’t want those people to touch the things he had given to Little He.

But Little He had finally been willing to talk to him.

“…I won’t bully people.” Jiang Qi went over and carefully took his hand. “Let’s not break up, okay?”

Shu He pouted. “If you can really do it, then I’ll play with you.”

“I can do it!” Jiang Qi hurriedly raised his hand and swore. “If I bully people again, I’ll…” He frowned, and with a little caution, he said seriously, “If I bully people for no reason again… bad people don’t count, and people I hate don’t count, and those who bully Little He…”

Shu He waited for a while, and listened as Jiang Qi very seriously excluded the people he could bully. The next sentence was an oath. Only then did he softly raise his hand to block him. “Okay, okay. I already believe you.”

Jiang Qi closed his mouth and looked at him.

His dark, round eyes were direct, and as if he couldn’t help it, he went over and gave him a peck on his sweet little cake-like face.

“I like you,” the little boy Jiang Qi said seriously and childishly.