President, he can't control the Shura field.

Jian Fanchen was actually very nervous when encountering robbery for the first time.

But when I got closer, I found that the four or five gangsters were actually children, and the oldest one was not as tall as him, at most junior high school, and couldn't be any older.

I thought it was a crime scene, but I didn't expect it to be a fight between elementary school students...

Jian Fanchen suddenly turned into Jian Bold, and took out the Batman mask from the animation agency from his backpack with an idea.

As soon as he put the hood on, a child spotted him.

"Ah!" The child was frightened by the tall Batman.

He stood in a dark alley, the only street lamp was behind him, stretching the shadow for a long time.

Like a superhero in a movie.

The other junior high school students also turned their heads and saw him, but they didn't dare to move.

"You you you... who are you!" the leading child shouted.

He is the tallest among them, but teenage children are just growing their heads, and can grow more than ten or twenty centimeters a year.

Although Jian Fanchen, a freshman in high school, is still developing, he is obviously a head taller than the oldest child.

The size advantage allowed him to take the initiative. Coupled with the Batman mask in the dark night, several little furry kids who had never seen the market were shocked.

transfixed.

Jian Fanchen said in a calm voice, "No one is allowed to run away, follow me to the police station."

As soon as he finished speaking, the siren of a police car was heard in the distance.

Oh, what a coincidence.

Everything in the novel is really arranged just right.

The teenagers who robbed others ran away like frightened birds.

Jian Fanchen yelled deliberately: "Don't move! Uncle policeman is here!"

Such words would generally make the fleeing people run faster, but one of the youngest stopped and froze in place obediently.

Jian Fanchen approached and asked, "Why don't you run away?"

The flat-headed kid has a round head and puts his hands behind his back: "I won't run! Don't hit me!"

Be safe and be safe.

Jian Fanchen stood still behind him, and asked again: "Why are you bullying other children?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the corner, and the one who had just been robbed shrank into a ball, squatting on the ground, only showing a pair of round puppy eyes to look at him.

He said to the puppy boy, "Are you hurt?"

The puppy boy shook his head, but said nothing.

The flat-haired boy still didn't dare to turn his head: "I wasn't bullied...I was brought here by them, I don't know anything..."

"You know them?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"They're my friends," said the crew-haired boy.

"Friends?" Jian Fanchen squatted down behind him, "Why do you become friends with them?"

"Because...they give me delicious food."

Jian Fanchen said, "Turn around."

The little counselor turned around and saw Batman, her eyes lit up.

"What's your name?" Jian Fanchen asked.

The flat-haired boy sniffed, "Jiangtang."

"How old?"

"Almost ten years old."

Jian Fanchen asked again: "Do you know who I am?"

"Batman!"

"Do you think Batman is awesome?"

"Superb!"

Jian Fanchen nodded in satisfaction, mysteriously took out a lollipop from his pocket, and held it out in front of him.

"Do you know what this is?"

The flat-headed boy licked his lips: "Lollipop."

Jian Fanchen said exaggeratedly: "It's not an ordinary lollipop, it's Batman's super energy candy."

The flat-haired boy blinked and nodded vigorously, convinced.

"Want to eat?" Jian Fanchen asked.

"Eat...can you become Batman?"

"Of course not, there is only one Batman, but if you eat it, you will be Batman's friend."

"Then can you feed me?" the boy asked.

Jian Fanchen said: "Yes, but after you become Batman's friend, you can't bully others, otherwise you will be Batman's enemy."

The boy thought for a while and said, "Okay, then let's be friends."

Jian Fanchen said: "Go and apologize to that kid first, you just bullied him, he is very sad."

The flat-headed boy hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and bowed ninety degrees to the child in the corner: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bully you."

The child in the corner looked at him without responding.

The flat-haired boy looked back at Batman: "He ignored me."

Jian Fanchen gave him the candy and touched his crew cut. Just as he was about to speak, the boy with the crew cut suddenly turned his head to look at the entrance of the alley.

"My mom is here, bye Batman."

The boy turned around and ran towards the entrance of the alley. A woman's figure was waiting at the end.

Jian Fanchen took a breath after watching their mother and son meet.

Little kid is really stupid.

When Jian Fanchen turned his face away, the puppy boy in the corner stood up, trying to escape from under his nose while he was not paying attention.

As a result, he accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

Jian Fanchen picked him up like a dog: "Why are you running? I saved you, and I won't rob you."

After coming out of the dark corner, under the dim street lamp, the mud and tear stains on the boy's face could be seen clearly.

Jian Fanchen looked at his dirty face and clicked his tongue.

"Are you all right, kid."

The boy does not speak.

"Where is your home?" Jian Fanchen felt that the child had just been bullied and must need parents.

The boy still didn't speak.

"If you don't speak, I'll send you to the police station."

The boy finally spoke: "I won't go to the police station, my home is in Sanlu."

"Sanlu? Then it's next to you. Let's go and I'll take you home, lest those children come to trouble you again." Jian Fanchen put him down.

"I don't..." the boy said.

Jian Fanchen was stunned, squatted down, looked at the boy at the same level, and asked, "Why don't you want to go home? You failed the exam?"

"I always rank first in the exam." The boy raised his hand and wiped his face. The mud was wiped away, and his face became even dirtier.

Jian Fanchen subconsciously flipped through the tissues and found that he didn't bring them today.

But yes, there is no Batman with tissues.

"You would rather be bullied outside than go home when it's dark?" he asked.

"They're trying to steal my money because I spilled Coke on their clothes."

Jian Fanchen frowned through the mask: "Aren't you careful?"

"I did it on purpose."

"? Why did you do it on purpose?"

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes: "Because they say I don't have a father, I'm a wild child. But I have! My mother said my father is waiting for us far away, and I will see him later!"

Jian Fanchen pinched his chubby face and said, "Your mother is right, I know."

"you know?"

"Yeah, I'm Batman."

"You are not, I also have your mask."

Jian Fanchen: ...

Forget it, it happened that the mask was uncomfortable to wear, so he simply took it off.

The mask faded away, and the fair and delicate face of the 15-year-old boy was shining white in the night.

The boy was almost in a daze for a while.

Just look at him.

Jian Fanchen continued to say seriously: "Although I'm not Batman, I read more books and know more than you, so you have to trust me."

The boy pursed his lips, and suddenly obediently put his hands behind his back: "Actually, I know, my father passed away."

The voice of the baby's voice is inexplicably heavy.

"Everyone dies. When he dies, he is also your father. Everyone has parents. Those little kids just now have low education levels. What they said is all bullshit. If you fart, forget it." Jian Fanchen used the most serious expression , talking one after another.

The boy's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and he thought for a while before saying, "But I don't want to fart now."

Jian Fanchen: ...

Ten minutes later, sitting in the cold drink shop, Jian Fanchen watched the dog boy finish a can of Coke.

"Want to fart?" he asked.

The boy frowned, looked at him after a few seconds and said, "Not yet."

Jian Fanchen lay down on the table with a headache, why would he make up such nonsense to deceive children.

The boy suddenly walked around in front of him, picked up the unfinished Sprite in front of him, raised his head and took two gulps.

Jian Fanchen reached out to grab it: "You can't drink so much soda."

The boy hiccupped and ran out, only to come back a few seconds later and say, "Put it away."

Jian Fanchen: ...

What a polite child, even fart outdoors.

He looked at his watch: "It's 1:[-] p.m. on December [-]st, and you've forgotten all the bad things you said just now from this minute on."

The boy closed his eyes and put his fingers on his temples, as if casting a spell on himself.

After a babble, Yuanyuan opened her almond eyes and looked at Jian Fanchen.

"Well, I've forgotten."

Jian Fanchen smiled cooperatively, thinking that he might have overestimated the child's IQ.

He got up and went to the cashier, asked the waiter to get a wet tissue, and handed it back to the boy: "The face is too dirty, like a cat."

The boy obediently took the tissue and said thank you sensiblely.

With a well-behaved look, it seems that there are two people in the alley just now.

Jian Fanchen suddenly remembered the words he heard at the entrance of the alley.

That resolute and calm voice is really hard to connect with the good boy in front of him.

He thought for a while, but couldn't help reminding: "When you encounter this kind of situation in the future, don't provoke the other party, don't say anything like killing me, it's easy to get hurt."

The boy nodded, the stains on his face had been wiped off, his cheeks were white and rosy, and the puppy eyes were smiling, very cute.

"Okay, it's getting late," Jian Fanchen stood up, "I'll take you home."

"I don't want to go home..." The boy raised his head and looked at him eagerly.

"No, how can there be a child who doesn't come home so late? If you don't come home, I will go back." When Jian Fanchen put on his schoolbag, the school card in the bag fell out.

The boy bent down to pick it up, returned it to him, and whispered: "Jian Fanchen..."

Jian Fanchen took back the school card and stuffed it in his pocket: careless, exposed.

Forget it, anyway, he didn't do anything bad, and he wasn't afraid of people knowing his name.

He got up and went out, the boy followed closely behind him, and he was chanting again: "Jian Fanchen? Jian Fanchen. Jian Fanchen..."

Jian Fanchen looked down at him inexplicably: "Why?"

The boy smiled at him: "I'll call it a few more times so I won't forget it. I'm afraid I'll forget it when I get home."

Jian Fanchen snorted, didn't take it seriously, and continued walking forward.After taking a few strides, he turned around and found that the kid was left behind by his long legs.

He paused, waiting for the boy to run towards him in the wind, then bent down to zip the boy's coat chain up again.

"Don't catch a cold, little short leg."

He rubbed his hairy head and pinched the boy's nose.

The hair is soft and the nose is cool.

"Jian Fanchen." The baby's voice was childish.

"It's impolite, call me brother."

"elder brother?"

"what?"

"Brother, I sprained my ankle and I can't walk fast, can you walk slower?"

"You sprained your ankle? When? Why didn't you say it just now?"

"I got sprained yesterday, and my mother told me to walk less." The boy exposed his ankle with a big ointment on it.

Jian Fanchen scratched his head, feeling sorry for letting the wounded run after him just now.

He suddenly turned around and squatted down, looking back at him: "Come on, I'll carry you on my back."

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