Tang Dachi's Entertainment Reporter Show

Author: Zhao Jing
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: Venturing into narrow alleys and letting my imagination run wild After school, as the line dispersed, I immediately dashed into the narrow alley on the north side of the school. "Wait for me—" I knew it was Qin Nannan calling me without even turning around. "Did you hear that? You deaf—" Not deaf at all, I quickly adjusted my two handsome legs and turned my big strides into a sprint. If this alley could become a spacious playground, that would be great.，，，，，. "Tang Dachi—rotten cabbage—did you hear that?" I heard it, but I didn't care. So what? Occasionally playing the game of being chased felt pretty good. However, if your tolerance is worse than mine, then you absolutely must not imitate it blindly, as it comes with a heavy price. For example, my real name is Tang Dachi, but when I ignore her, she keeps refreshing my name rapidly. As soon as any annoying thing enters her sight, my name immediately becomes that annoying thing, such as rotten cabbage, stinky tofu, a torn umbrella, peanut shells, or sunflower seed shells. Sigh, there's no way. Narrow alleys are no different from big roads—they have everything, even garbage trucks parked by the roadside. Dodging a tricycle, I glanced back quietly. What a bore, Qin Nannan didn't follow. With so many people, won't she get lost? That's not her style—her style is to squeeze others apart. After school, there are already many students pouring out, and the parents also love to cause a ruckus. They crowd the school gate in dense groups, standing on their tiptoes, stretching their necks, and their eyes eagerly "scanning" in the same direction. Soon, accompanied by the rising and falling shouts of "hehe haha," parents, after completing a series of shoulder-patting and head-touching actions with their children, fill the streets and alleys with moving, tall and short "snails." If all parents were as wise as Qin Nannan's mother, this traffic problem would be easily solved. Just hand over the precious daughters to the boys in the same neighborhood, entrust the younger children to the older ones, pair up, and look out for each other until home. This traffic jam would be resolved. Hehe, if I were a reporter, I would write in all the newspapers, urging all primary school parents to learn from Qin Nannan's excellent mother. When I think of reporters, I immediately think of Brother Dingdang.