"Hey, are you mute or what?" A little boy in the front seat turned around, staring at Luo Mengmeng with a curious gaze, as if he were looking at a monkey in the zoo, and asked with a grin, "If you're not, can you make a peep for us?"
"..."
Luo Mengmeng couldn't speak, so of course, she couldn't "peep" for him.
"Why isn't she making a sound? She's not really mute, is she?" The classmates all couldn't help but urge, their eyes full of mockery as they watched her.
I'm not mute!
Mengmeng tried hard to open her mouth, several times wanting to speak to prove herself, but she just couldn't get the words out, only capable of making a vague whimpering sound.
"Um... um..."
After several attempts still unable to speak, Mengmeng instantly became desperate and aggrieved, laying her head down on the desk with tears streaming, her slight shoulders shaking non-stop.
"Wu wu..."
Seeing her like this, Gu Zhihan's fingers involuntarily clenched, and his lips had already formed a straight line, a faint anger rising in his heart.
These guys are too much!
"Hahaha, so you really are mute." The boy in the front observed Mengmeng for a while, and seeing she indeed couldn't speak, suddenly let out a pig-like scoff, "Little mute, you're a little mute, hehehe..."
While mocking, he even started throwing erasers from his pencil box at Mengmeng.
Bang!
The eraser hit Mengmeng's fair forehead, leaving a red mark.
"Waah——"
Mengmeng's crying grew louder, her little hands covering the bumped head, her fair cheeks streaked with shimmering tear tracks, crying so hard she could barely breathe.
"Enough!" Gu Zhihan couldn't bear it anymore and stood up with a slap on the desk.
Although he disliked Luo Mengmeng, it didn't mean he could tolerate others bullying her under his watch!
"I'm telling you, she's not mute, she just can't speak for now, and no one is allowed to laugh at her!" His childlike voice carried an undeniable authority, and though he was only three years old, his presence seemed immense, as if it spanned two meters eight.
After speaking, he picked up the eraser the boy had thrown earlier, and with a taste of his own medicine, "Bang," he threw it at the boy's nose.
"Ah... it hurts... I... I'm bleeding!" The little boy immediately covered his nose, thick, fresh blood oozing from between his fingers.
No one knew how much force Gu Zhihan used, but he managed to make someone bleed with a soft eraser!
Teacher Tao was stunned.
The children were also stunned; they hadn't taken Gu Zhihan's words seriously, but now they no longer dared to mock the speechless Mengmeng.
Luo Mengmeng was also stunned; her crying stopped abruptly, only her long eyelashes still wet with glistening tears, reminding Gu Zhihan just how pitifully the little girl had cried.
"Dummy, did it hurt when he hit you?"
Under the astonished eyes of the children, the three-year-old Gu Zhihan had already withdrawn his cold gaze, his ink-black eyes lowered toward the little girl beside him. He gently wiped away her tears with his soft, chubby hands while asking with a tender voice.
Her forehead had been struck with a red mark from the eraser, very visible against her skin, which was almost glowing white.
"It hurts... hubby... it hurts so much..."
Mengmeng looked at him pitifully with her big eyes, and from her throat came a soft, weak voice, like that of a little kitten!