"No, it's mine!" Xibao laid flat on the ground, pressing the ball under his belly.
His weight was a bit heavy, and the ball flattened under him.
It was Sunday today, and the kids, like kites unleashed, had almost all come out to romp and play.
Little Stone ran up to Xibao, sweaty and panting, hands on his hips, "Lu Xibao, you can't be this selfish! What's wrong with letting us kick the ball for a bit? We've included you in the game."
Xibao grunted, "Nah, you guys didn't play with me."
Song Gang said, "You guys say that you're including Xibao, but when it's time to kick the ball, you don't wait for Xibao. It's his ball, after all."
"That's right!" shouted Xibao loudly.
However, laying on a ball was distinctly uncomfortable. He didn't last long before getting up on his own, rubbing his belly. Little Stone took this opportunity to kick the ball away and a group of boys chased after it, cheering.
"My ball! My ball!" Xibao shouted as he ran after them.
