Thanks to the fact that the school was not as strict as it was later, otherwise, a four-year-old elementary school student would have difficulty in stuffing Kou Qiu in even if his mother had taken out all his family. The teacher rarely took such a young child. He looked at him for a moment and was a little at a loss, "Let the teacher see, just sit down - Classmate Yan?"

He suddenly realized that before he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo in the classroom had already sat upright and raised his hand high.

"Teacher," he said seriously, "Yu Jian sat with me."

Although Yan Zhuo was not old, he knew a lot of things in his heart. He knew that Yu Jian might not like being called Nannan at this time, so he thoughtfully changed his mouth and called Daming. However, when he called, he patted the girl's table next to him, and made it openly that he wanted Yu Jian to sit here.

The little girl next to her was unhappy, she pursed her mouth and was about to cry.

"Teacher!" she also said in a tender voice, "I don't want to change to a deskmate!"

Yan Zhuo has good grades and is still the class monitor, so why should she change her deskmate!

“…”

The head teacher of Class One Year had a headache. She looked at Kou Qiu who was obediently holding the schoolbag and said nothing, and then looked at the girl who was all over her face saying "No change, no change, no change, no change, no change, and finally lowered her head and asked Kou Qiu's opinion.

"Where does Yu Jian want to sit on?"

Kou Qiu naturally would not compete with a child for Yan Zhuo's deskmate's seat. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the open space next to the desk, very calm, "Teacher, I'll sit here."

The voice was so stingy, but he wanted to pretend to be mature and steady like a little adult, which made the head teacher unable to help but reach out and touch his head.

It was soft, like touching a soft haired baby beast.

"Yu Jian is really sensible," she said, "the teacher asked someone to move the table for you."

Kou Qiu's position was then fixed, just in all the places where the teachers could see with their heads down, and it was convenient to take care of him. Kou Qiu himself was also very satisfied, and this position was obviously quite suitable for learning.

The place closest to the teacher, hey hey.

It looks quite matched his identity as a hardworking and studious successor to communism.

Everyone was satisfied, only Yan Zhuo was dissatisfied.

He ran over after class, took Kou Qiu's iron pencil case with the baby with the antenna printed on it, and shook the pencil with his head one by one. The girl next to him also felt bored, so he looked at him for a long time and asked, "Yan Zhuo, what are you doing? You don't take the exam, why are you doing so much?"

Yan Zhuo said: "I gave Yu Jian."

He placed all the sharp pencils in the pencil case, and they were neatly arranged, just like a work of art. When he took them over, Yan Zhuo was still worried, "Nannan, come to me if you have something to do."

Kou Qiu nodded.

During the next class, Yan Zhuo ran over again and stood beside his table and asked, "Nannan, go and swear?"

Kou Qiu said: "Don't go."

Yan Zhuo said: "Why drink water?"

Kou Qiu stretched out his fleshy hand and raised the thermos with half a cup left for him to show him.

Yan Zhuo still refused to give up and stood next to his desk, like a door god, asking: "Is there any rubber?"

Kou Qiu took out the rubber from the pocket on the side of the schoolbag again, "What else is it."

Very big piece.

Brother Yan found that he had lost his place to use his skills, and he felt as if he had eaten coptis chinensis. Without saying anything, he turned his head in a depressed manner and returned to his seat.

Old Cadre Kou looked at his figure and suddenly became blessed at this moment, and understood Yan Zhuo's psychology similar to that of an old father who "who grew up doesn't need himself anymore."

He coughed and shouted, "Brother Yan?"

The boy who was shouted turned his head over, "Nannan?"

"Can you...can you help me pull my sleeves?" Kou Qiu stretched out his arms with great effort, stretching his arms that were wrapped in cotton quilts and like two soft lotus roots in front of him. His big and bright eyes were clear, and he looked at him with a soft voice, "Thank you brother."

Yan Zhuo felt as if he had drunk a sip of warm water and he felt relieved all of a sudden.

He grabbed the fleshy hand, put his hand into the sleeve, and pulled down Qiuyi's sleeve that had been shrunk inside. Finally, he pulled another one and helped his four-year-old brother to make clothes.

After the whole thing was over, he said, "Okay?"

Kou Qiu nodded.

Yan Zhuo said the words again, "If you have something to do, come to me."

He touched Nannan's head, "There is my brother here."

I protect you.

First grade children have a hellish day, that is, the day when they get vaccinated in groups every semester. Doctors and nurses in white coats line up to come to school, and often have to carry a bag of candy. The teacher also prepares big red flowers in advance and coaxes and deceives them to trick these primary school students who refuse to come forward into the chair and sit down.

Even with the big red flower, some classmates were still crying and shouting at the top of their lungs, grabbing the door frame tightly, bursting out with amazing strength.

"I won't go!" he howled, "I won't go!!"

"I want to tell my mom, you want to spank me - huh... wuwu, the teacher wants to spank me..."

Several responsible teachers were worried, so they had to catch a positive example for him, "Look, you are six years old, and you are still crying? Yu Jian was only four years old, so he didn't cry!"

The little boy cried and cried. As soon as he looked up, he met Kou Qiu's calm eyes. Kou Qiu was holding hands by Yan Zhuo, so he stood obediently in the team, silently. He looked at the classmates in front of him crying and howling, and he was very calm.

It was as if the needle had nothing to do with him.

Yan Zhuo was a little worried, but he still stood up and said to Kou Qiu seriously: "Don't be afraid of Nannan, it won't hurt."

Kou Qiu: "..."

I'm not afraid, really.

Isn't it just an injection?

What kind of pain he hasn't tried before?

He calmly rolled up his sleeves with difficulty, revealing a small piece of white arm, and placed it on the table like a piece of tender tofu sold outside. The doctor looked at it for a long time and couldn't find any obvious blood vessels on the chubby arm, so he had to wave to Kou Qiu and try to coax him, "Little boy, can you lie here?"

Kou Qiu glanced at him, obediently lying down on the chair, and took off a small piece of pants. The doctor came to give the primary school student an injection for so long, but it was the first time he saw such obedient people. It was so novel. "How old is the child?"

Kou Qiu said: "Four years old."

He was not nervous at all and allowed the doctor to wipe it with the alcohol cotton. Instead, Yan Zhuo, who was holding his hand, had a white face on his nervous face and swallowed slightly.

“Woo-Wow!”

The sound of the next table became louder. The boy began to pull his arms back desperately, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth wide, and tears fell down like he didn't want money, "Woooooooo..."

"Then uncle, beat me quickly," the doctor said quickly, afraid that Kou Qiu would be affected by others, "I'll give you candy right away."

He quickly took back the needle. During the process, Kou Qiu did not cry. Among the children who were crying hard, it was like the white sesame that was thrown into the black sesame, which was not more conspicuous.

Both the teacher and the doctor praised him: "So brave!"

The bravest baby in the whole class!

Kid Kou glanced at other children who could not even endure this little bit of pain, and hid his merits and fame.

He said deeply to the systemic boy: [When God is going to give a great responsibility to this man, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, and starve his body...]

system:【......】

It's just an injection. Dad, will your life experience be too profound?

After he finished fighting, it was Yan Zhuo.

Kid Kou picked up his pants and stood aside and waited. Yan Zhuo's usual calm face was not very beautiful at this moment. He rolled up his sleeves and sat on the chair, stretched out his hand, and his little fingers were trembling slightly.

Kou Qiu saw something wrong and asked, "Brother Yan, are you afraid?"

The boy's spine suddenly became straight, and he immediately shook his head, "Not afraid."

Kou Qiu also believed this. After all, Yan Zhuo looked more calm than his age and could take care of people. He was not as good as he was afraid of injections. He comforted him casually: "It doesn't hurt at all, it will pass soon."

Once my eyes were closed and I opened my eyes, the injection was finished.

He watched the doctor push the needle in, while Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and didn't cry at all, and couldn't help but feel a little proud of touching it quietly.

【Look at the children coming out of our compound!】

System baby: [...]

But when he turned around and prepared to walk with Yan Zhuo, he realized that Brother Yan's face was white and even his legs were a little soft. He grabbed the chair handle with both hands and couldn't stand up for a long time.

Kou Qiu said: "Brother Yan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo pursed his mouth, and the tears he had been holding back in front of his younger brother suddenly came down, and the voice immediately merged into the surrounding troops. The crying of the whole class was vast, like a big river, flowing outward.

Yan Zhuo was only six years old and cried so sadly.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Kou Qiu: "..."

The system is chilly, [See? This is the child who came out of your compound.]

Kou Qiu:【......】

I was scared to cry after being shot. When I grew up, I recalled it. I am afraid that I could not wait to delete a dark history.

He took out toilet paper from Yan Zhuo's pocket and handed it over, "Brother Yan."

The hand that came to her face still had a milky smell.

Yan Zhuo sobbed twice, stopped crying, but he still insisted on his mouth, "I'm not afraid of pain."

Old Cadre Kou obediently handed him over the steps, "Yes, Brother Yan is not afraid of pain, he just pretended to cry to cooperate with them."

Yan Zhuo was silent for a while and held his brother's hand back in depressedness.

He couldn't deceive himself, he was even worse than the Nannan who needed protection!
To be continued...