Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 637 - Chapter 637 637. Made it look like the real thing_1

Chapter 637: 637. Made it look like the real thing_1 Chapter 637: 637. Made it look like the real thing_1 The commotion had caused everyone in the courtyard to come out.

Seventh Uncle frowned, “Where’s his grandfather?”

“No idea,” Wu Lan whispered. “He was just talking a moment ago, probably feels too ashamed to handle the child.”

After all, the way a child is brought up is related to family education. Like how Song Youde used to spoil and favor his eldest son… ah, getting off track.

In short, Wu Lan guessed that although old man Li might not be able to control his grandson, he did want to use Teacher Qiaoqiao’s tricycle to coax him. That would explain his absence now.

Not just her, but everyone else probably made the same guess without asking.

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao was not giving in to the annoying Little Chubby, Li Haoxuan, at all, “Dahuang is yours, if you don’t care about it, that’s your fault! Daduo is mine, I won’t give it, and that’s that!”

After his declaration, he grabbed Li Haoxuan’s clothes and yanked him down, “Get lost! Don’t you dare touch Daduo!”

Being taller and stronger, it was a piece of cake for him to pull a child. The livestream viewers, on the other hand, were getting a kick out of it–how amusing is it to see a naughty child getting dealt with!

[Fight! Fight! Fight!]

[Naughty kids really do need a beating]

[Better not hit, just call his family. Otherwise, if he gets a scratch, they might accuse you]

[This kid talks so cruelly]

[Streamer, don’t let him kill Dahuang! Dahuang is so pitiful, just buy it yourself]

[Who are you? A cow costs tens of thousands, can you afford that? You make it sound so easy]

[Exactly, don’t morally kidnap us]

[Am I the only one paying attention to the tricycle’s name?]

[Hey, I noticed too, how should I put it? It’s Teacher Qiaoqiao’s style]

But at this moment, no one was paying attention to the livestream anymore, instead all eyes were on the clenched, panting Little Chubby.

Sure enough, he lunged at Qiaoqiao again, “Aaaaagh! I’m gonna beat you to death!”

However, this time Qiaoqiao was prepared. Instead of being hit, he bounced back, retreating two steps and landing squarely on his bottom.

The fall stupefied Little Chubby completely.

Then he began rolling on the ground like a big white grub freshly unearthed from a vegetable field, flailing from one end to the other while wailing:

“I want this trike! I want this trike!” “Mama–Baba–boo hoo hoo I want this trike!”

“Everyone’s bullying me! That mean old man is bullying me, my grandpa doesn’t love me at all boo hoo hoo…”

This time he seemed to make some progress, perhaps truly feeling wronged, as tears streamed down.

Qiaoqiao promptly covered his ears, then started shaking his head wildly:

“I’m not listening, not listening, the tortoise is chanting scriptures.”

Song Tan almost burst out laughing.

If this went on, the naughty kid might roll around the courtyard all night, and Qiaoqiao might actually get a good night’s sleep.

But why should she allow someone else’s brat to be a nuisance in her place?

It was even better that old man Li didn’t show up!

At that moment, she stepped forward, pulled a sesame stalk from a sack in the corner:

“Who taught you to demand things like this?”

“How did your parents educate you? If you don’t get up right now, I’m going to beat you.”

Isn’t that a coincidence?

Li Haoxuan had been hearing these words since he was a child!

His dad would often rant like that, but he never actually landed a blow.

Because the wailing of his mother was always louder than his.

Now, he rolled his eyes and, contrary to expectation, the wailing got even louder, with the tears suddenly held back.

All the while he cried, he kept looking at Song Tan, his cries escalating… His facial features struggling to coordinate, he couldn’t even manage to let the tears flow.

Song Tan smiled.

In full view of the livestream camera, she leisurely stripped the leaves and pods from the sesame stalk until only a slender, limp stem with a faded green hue remained.

Then, suddenly stepping forward, she looked into the Little Chubby’s eyes:

“Are you leaving or not?”

Little Chubby rolled on the ground and then lifted his head to look at her, “I’m not!”

“Give me that toy car, or I won’t leave!”

Good gracious!

The live stream audience started praising–

[He’s quite the little man, with a face that looks like it’s asking for a smack]

[What kind of education is this?]

[Ah, don’t hit, don’t hit, it’s not your own kid and hitting them could lead to trouble]

[Just call his parents]

[It’s summer vacation in the countryside, their parents surely aren’t around, hitting him would be pointless]

[If you ask me, a kid like this deserves a good smack! Just make sure not to injure him]

[You guys are overthinking, not even noticing what the host sister is holding in her hand]

[Just a thin sesame twig, and even one she’s picked out to be slender, after being sun-dried all day… either it’s brittle or wilted, what harm could it possibly do?]

[Worthy of being Teacher Qiaoqiao’s sister, so gentle indeed]

[Spanking a bratty kid with such a thin sesame twig, back in my day, the bamboo strip my father used even whooshed through the air]

[My mom used the broom handle]

[My dad took the belt]

[I remember my dad gave me a whopping slap–because I stole a beehive and hid it under the covers]

[…]

[I was about to say your dad was too harsh, but now I just think it’s truly parental love to give you only a big slap on the ear]

We’re all villagers here, what harm could such a thin sesame twig do?

Even Seventh Uncle was chuckling and watching by the side, while Yan Ran and the others were enjoying the scene as if it was the hottest gossip, not wanting to move their gazes away for a second.

As expected!

The online crowd only saw Song Tan gently swing the slim sesame twig, as if she dared not exert any force, and slowly struck Little Chubby’s butt.

It was like tickling, and the other party didn’t seem to be affected at all, instead becoming more arrogant and pulling a face at her–

“Nyah nyah nyah–hit me, hit me, I’ll have my dad beat you to death!”

As he spoke, he smugly rolled over:

“Hit me! I’m not scared.]

Everyone: …Sure enough, it must be because the sesame twig is too thin to be effective!

Seventh Uncle, with his hot temper!

He raised his voice, “Song Tan, wait there, I’ll go break off a bamboo strip for you!”

The live stream was all abuzz–

[The old man is right, need to get a bamboo strip, especially the tips!]

[That’s right, those things really hurt when you hit someone with them, and they don’t break easily]

[Use sprouts of bamboo! The best for hitting people, back in my schooling days, every teacher had one in hand]

“It’s fine.”

Song Tan’s voice remained tender and soft:

“This isn’t our kid. Just a couple of smacks to show him who’s boss is enough, otherwise he’ll keep troubling the yard and it won’t look good for Old Man Li either.”

Her face was gentle, and her words even tenderer:

“Today, I must make him understand that even if he cries at our house all night, Qiaoqiao’s car will not be given to him just because he says so.”

“Right! I won’t give it to him!”

Qiaoqiao cheered up as well.

Then, once again, Song Tan lifted her wrist, gave a light swing, and with a “smack,” she hit Little Chubby’s butt through his pants.

After a brief silence, as if the pain finally registered, or as if he just mustered the emotion, the little boy suddenly cried out with a loud “ow,” tears and snot streaming down his face!