Translator: LazyBee
Editor: Wahnsinniger Herrscher
Before Jingjing's mother arrived to pick her up, Jingjing spoke a lot about her mother with Little Miaomiao. Jingjing's eyes resembled her mother’s. They even wore the sa clothes.
When she saw Jingjing's mother, Little Miaomiao realized that they were not the sa size. Little Miaomiao couldn't understand how they could even wear the sa clothes, when Jingjing was so small and her mother was so big.
Her gaze was fixed on Jingjing's mother. She tried to co to a conclusion to this question.
Jingjing tried to stall her mother to let Little Miaomiao observe her.
But, no matter how many clever tricks children attempted to use, any adult could instantly see through them. Jingjing's mother quickly realized that Jingjing was just pretending to have a stomachache. She smiled and squinted her eyes.
After Jingjing saw her mother's expression, she imdiately embraced her mother's waist and shouted, "After I saw my young and beautiful mother, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore!" This was how people were coaxed on TV.
Jingjing's mother didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. But after she saw that she was fine, she lifted her daughter who was corrupted by TV shows, "Okay, it's ti to head ho."
As they walked out of the classroom, Jingjing's mother started to admonish her, "You can't scare
like that, do you understand? Do you rember the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf', Jingjing?"
Jingjing kept nodding her head, but she actually didn't pay any attention to her mother at all. She was too busy gesticulating to Little Miaomiao with a gesture that she had made up herself.
A sense of pride filled Jingjing since she felt as if she had helped her friend. She had no idea why Little Miaomiao wished to see other people's mothers, but a sense of elation still crossed her for assisting her friend.
Little Miaomiao cautiously nodded at her in acknowledgent. It seed as if the two little ones had accomplished sothing sacred.
Zhou Yuan stood next to Little Miaomiao and couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Little Miaomiao, your parents are here." The P.T. teacher's voice entered the room from outside.
Little Miaomiao returned to her senses. She slowly secured her schoolbag onto her back and glanced at Zhou Yuan. She imitated the other students and whispered the phrase that she had practiced many tis in her heart, "See you tomorrow, Zhou Yuan."
When she arrived at the classroom door, Little Miaomiao approached the P.T. teacher, and resembling the other children, she said, "Goodbye teacher."
The P.T. teacher nodded and replied, "Goodbye Miaomiao. Tomorrow is Saturday, so be obedient at ho."
Little Miaomiao blinked. She recalled that the teacher had declared that tomorrow would be a holiday. Nervosity seized her when she talked to Zhou Yuan. This resulted in her forgetting this important fact. She told Zhou Yuan that she would see him the next day.
The more she thought about it, the more she found it unacceptable. Abruptly, she stopped walking.
Noticing that she had halted, Aunt Hua squatted down and asked her, "What's wrong, Miaomiao?"
Little Miaomiao whispered, "May we wait for a bit?"
Little Miaomiao never had any requests before. But all of a sudden, Little Miaomiao started to form her own ideas and thoughts. She even began to openly express them. Aunt Hua felt that this was great progress.
"Of course, we could wait!
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