Five minutes later, the teacher helped Little chubby dun fix the broken pottery piece.
After seeing his work being collected by the teacher with his own eyes, Little chubby dun finally stopped crying.
At this time, Ji Ruochu was already remaking her handicraft with a serious little expression on her face, showing no sign of the momentum of breaking the pottery with her bare hands earlier.
Of course, Little chubby dun, who had already suffered losses several times, was much wiser now.
This time, he deliberately took a detour and walked out of the classroom from the front left, avoiding passing by her.
Not just him, even the teacher at the podium didn't dare let these two children get together.
There had already been enough trouble today, they couldn't afford any more mishaps.
However, many things truly become more prone to problems the more you worry about them happening.
For example, right now, Little chubby dun, who was trying to leave the classroom taking a route as long as the Long March, still failed to get out successfully.
When he passed the front row, someone's pen dropped to the ground, and he stepped on it, slipping straight away.
The teacher nearby quickly went to catch him, managing to prop up the child but failing to steady the desk.
The next second, the small desk in the front row fell backwards, knocking into the second row, which knocked into... the third row where Ji Ruochu was.
By the time she reflexively jumped away, the desks and chairs in her row had already collapsed in a pile.
Including —— her new pottery work.
Ji Ruochu: ......
At this moment, the entire classroom fell silent. Little chubby dun, held up by the teacher, looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but shudder.
When he felt the deadly gaze coming from not far away, he was already so panicked he could barely speak properly:
"I... I... I really didn't mean it this time..."
Oh dear, it looked like the crying tone was about to emerge again.
Ji Ruochu stood in place, poised and tranquil, but in the eyes of others, she was frightened stiff.
The teacher giving the lesson had already strode forward at this point, his face even paler with fright:
"Ruo Ruo, are you hurt? Does anywhere feel painful? Tell the teacher quickly."
When he saw the desk falling backwards just now, he almost fainted from shock.
It was hard to believe that if Ji Ruochu's reaction had been just a bit slower, she would probably have been crushed under the desk by now.
Seeing the teacher's white face, the little milk baby slowly shook her head:
"Teacher, I'm fine."
Having said that, the little one looked at the mess on the ground regretfully, and asked tentatively with her face raised:
"Teacher, can you help me pick them up? Class is almost over, I'm afraid I won't have time."
The little one's voice was soft, she took a look at the pottery work she had just finished making before it got crushed again, and pleaded pitifully at the teacher, full of grievance.
Seeing this, the teacher giving the lesson naturally softened and immediately stepped forward to prop up her small desk.
As he propped it up, he also comforted: "Ruo Ruo, don't worry, teacher will help—"
But before he could finish speaking, he realized the little one was no longer by his side.
At the same time, Little chubby dun, who had already slipped quietly to the classroom door, let out an earth-shattering wail.
"Teacher, save me!!"
Just as the teacher here propped up the desk without putting it down steadily yet, he heard Little chubby dun's terrified cry for help.
When he looked back, he saw Fang Zhiyuan and Jiang Zhi, who were watching from outside the window earlier, now blocking the classroom door on both sides.
And the screaming Qi Yi Bin, at this moment, was already pinned to the ground by the soft and cute little milk baby from just a second ago.
Slap!
A crisp sound rang out in the classroom.
