I will never give in to Miss Death

"At that time, I didn't care what the children in the class wrote. I just put it in Li Denghua's drawer after I finished writing it."

"Later, Li Denghua didn't come back until graduation, so I put her dolls away."

Taking me to the first floor of the office building next to the teaching building, the female teacher took out the key, opened the door of one of the offices, and then turned on the light with a "click".

"Did Li Denghua ask you to help take it back?"

"Ah."

I thought about it and said, "Teacher, do you know why she doesn't dare to come and get it herself?"

"Well, I am also responsible for this matter."

The female teacher seemed a little embarrassed. She walked to a large cabinet, opened the door, and took out a dirty doll from it: "I didn't notice it at the time and kept it in Denghua's drawer. I was too busy with work, and when I remembered it, it looked like this."

Under the light, I saw that the doll in the teacher's hand was covered with dust, and there were many graffiti and scratches on it.

Taking the doll, I took a quick look at the dirty little guy.

Its eyes, which should have been very beautiful, were marked with circles and crosses with a marker, and one of its eyes was dug out, leaving a big hole.

In addition, there are several lines of small words on the doll's face: [Blind] [Great grades] [Fat pig] [Wu Zihao was here]

I lifted the doll's skirt and found a lot of written notes inside.

【Hope you can recover】

【I wish you good health】

【Happiness】

Compared to the graffiti, the words on the notes under the skirt are quite normal. These notes act as a crinoline, making the doll's skirt fluffy.

This scene made me completely understand why Li Denghua didn't dare to come over and take the doll.

"Butterfly" should be the name of the doll, just like the life-size doll called "Xiaodie" I saw on the Internet before.

"Thank you."

After taking the doll in my hand, I took a deep breath to calm myself down. “Do you know where else I can buy this nearby?”

"It's the stationery store at the entrance of our school."

As if she felt a little guilty, the female teacher took the initiative to walk to the door of the office: "How about I take you there?"

"No, just take me out of school."

I held the doll carefully in my hands: "But before that, I have to go back to the classroom and say goodbye to classmate Zhou Xiaofei."

The teacher in front of him half-jokingly said, "Not bad, you have such strong communication skills. You have made friends as soon as you come in."

In response, I just smiled and said, "There's nothing to be afraid of, little kid."

"..."

……

After returning to the teaching building and putting Li Denghua's doll back into my schoolbag, I briefly told Zhou Xiaofei that I had to go home temporarily, and followed the female teacher out of the gate of Xingguang Primary School.

"Go straight along this road, then turn left. There's a row of shops over there. The first stationery store you see is it."

At the school gate, the female teacher still had that embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry, students, I didn't supervise them well enough. Some boys in the class were naughty at that time."

"It's ok."

I waved my hand to indicate that I didn't care, and walked towards the path the teacher pointed out, carrying the small schoolbag containing Li Denghua's doll. "Goodbye, teacher. I might come over to play next time when I'm free."

"What identity are you going to come in next time?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a student's parent?"

"..."

The sky was completely dark at eight o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, there were many street lights near Xingguang Primary School and the main road was very bright, so I could find the way.

"boss."

I found the stationery store the teacher mentioned near the school, walked in, and took out the doll that was already in a state of disrecognition from my schoolbag: "Do you still sell this here?"

"this?"

The owner of the stationery store was a young lady who looked to be in her twenties. She first glanced at the doll in my hand, then frowned and said, "How did it become like this? Do you have a grudge against your classmates?"

I smiled bitterly: "So you still sell this one here?"

"some."

The young lady was not vague and took me to a display window: "Do you want a butterfly or Alice?"

Are these the names of the dolls?

"It has to be exactly like this one."

I said, "It would be best if... it's been stored for a long time, or has been unpacked, so you can see that it's worn out. Do you have any?"

"What are you doing?"

Although I was a little curious, the shop owner took me to a small warehouse in the store and said, "Here is a sample that has been unpacked for more than a year. Do you want it?"

"want."

"Wait a minute, let me see if it's still here."

With a puzzled expression, the young lady squeezed into the grocery room, searched inside for a long time, and came out with a doll that was similar to the one in my hand and a little dirty: "This, you want it?"

I took the figure and examined it. "Yes, how much is this?"

"The original price of 'Butterfly' is 98 yuan, so I'll give it to you for 50 yuan."

I tried to bargain: "How about 30?"

The store manager said without hesitation: "Sure."

Oh my god, why do I feel like I actually made a loss?

“Alipay.”

Holding the doll, I walked to the door of the store and used my phone to beep: "Scan it."

"it is good."

Perhaps because she saw that I was wearing an elementary school uniform, the shop owner pointed to the yearbook and paper cranes next to me and said, "You're about to graduate, right? Do you want to buy something else?"

"No, no, and I'm not a child."

After paying the money, I no longer cared about the owner's reaction and trotted quickly towards the Xingguang Primary School. I stopped in a relatively quiet corner, took out my cell phone and checked the time.

It’s a bit overtime, I’m sorry Sister Ouyang.

After eight o'clock, there will be much fewer people dining in the coffee shop, but anyway, since Ouyang Xue and I have agreed to take an hour off and have to go back after an hour, even if no one comes into the store to consume, I have to stay at my post as a waiter there.

You can't keep your word as a human being.

no solution anymore.

Thinking that it would be too late to walk to the coffee shop from here, I called Yin Xiamo's cell phone number.

"Help me get through the back door."

After the call was connected, I lowered my voice and said, "Go to the bathroom on the second floor and open the door. I've been wasting some time here because of something and can't get back on time. Help."

"puff……"

Accompanied by Yin Xiamo's laughter, a purple crack appeared beside me after a while.

I jumped into the crack, and when the world lit up again, I was back at the coffee shop.

"Primary school students nowadays are really worrying."

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror dressed like an elementary school student, I sighed and placed the two dolls on the table beside me.

If I have some free time later, I will take some time to take down the more normal notes from classmates under the doll's skirt and stick them on the new doll.

"It seems that my little kitty has experienced the life of a little loli?"

Yin Xiamo, who was dressed in a maid outfit, looked at him like a little idiot: "What did you gain?"

"What I gained is that I understand that the flowers of the motherland are making progress."

I started to take off my elementary school uniform: "Now fifth graders are starting to learn math, physics and chemistry. I feel that in a few years, they will learn programming and open artificial intelligence."

What did the ads say? They wanted programmers who were under 30 years old and had 30 years of programming experience.

"Well... Anyway, our Noel just needs to be cute."

Yin Xiamo beside me looked at me, who was stripped down to my underwear, and showed an expression of a wolf seeing a lamb: "By the way, Nuoer, have you been exercising your abdominal muscles recently?"

"I just habitually work out my body, not just my abs."

I picked up the maid outfit: "What?"

"It's nothing, it's good. It helps me strengthen my waist and physique so I don't faint in some special events."

"Ok?"

It was only then that I noticed this guy had been hanging around since he changed his clothes: "Okay, okay, get out now."

"no."

Yin Xiamo closed the rift: "I've seen so much, can't you let me finish it?"

"You are a girl yourself."

I was depressed and said, "What's so good about other people's clothes?"

"It looks great, especially with Noel wearing socks."

"I'm going to put a sock in your mouth later."

"Please do this."

"..."

"I don't care about you."

I gave up the idea of ​​kicking this guy out, and said while putting on my socks, "If you have nothing to do, help deal with the doll later and stick the note under the broken doll's skirt to the good one."

"Why do this?"

"for……"

I thought about it.

"To make some child who has regained his sight believe in the light."

"..."

……

No. 147 Beauty is only worthy of the strong

"Is this really the 'butterfly' I gave to the teacher back then?"

Around nine o'clock, when I handed the doll that Yin Xiamo and I had spent more than ten minutes organizing to Li Denghua, this smart little kid showed a confused expression: "Why does it look like a new one?"

"Does it look new to you?"

In response to Li Denghua's doubt, I just smiled faintly: "As soon as I entered Xingguang Primary School, I found your class teacher, a pretty female teacher, and she gave this to me."

Li Denghua’s class teacher is also an adult, and she should know what a “white lie” is.

If Li Denghua really took this doll to see her class teacher and said something like "Is this for my friend?", she would definitely understand at a glance because I had asked her how to get to the stationery store near the school.

Although this matter is a bit selfish and has a parental "I'm doing this for your own good" flavor, I think that no matter what, Li Denghua, as a ten-year-old child, should not have to endure such malice.

Children are very innocent, but this innocence is not necessarily well-intentioned; it may also be "pure evil."

There were a lot of disgusting graffiti on Li Denghua's original doll, which were probably written by the children in the class when the teacher was not paying attention.

Through this phenomenon, it is not difficult for me to infer that... Li Denghua has suffered similar bullying in class.

Like throwing cockroaches into her drawer, or scribbling on her textbooks.

I have seen similar school violence in school more than once.