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Jiang Yi felt a little confused about Arno's statement that "you are the best with others in the world".

He thought confusedly that he sat with Arno every day, and took a group with Arno in the handicraft class. In physical education class, he also held a small water glass for Arno, who played football.

Why does Arno think that he is almost the best in the world with others?

He poked Arno, but Arno squeezed his lips and said nothing.

Of course, Jiang Yi doesn't know why he thinks he is almost the best in the world with others.

In the past, he was in the Golden Sun Kindergarten, because he could not speak Chinese, so Jiang Yi paid great attention to him. No matter what he did, Jiang Yi would accompany him. The students in the class acquiesced that he was the best with Jiang Yi in the world.

But it's different now.

Now that he has learned to speak most of Chinese, Jiang Yi pays much less attention to him than before, and no longer accompanies him quietly like a small sticky cake as before.

He even gave other classmates Xiao Juzi to help other students sharpen pencils.

The more Arno thought about it, the more wronged he became. After a while, he thought that Jiang Yi was paying less and less attention to him. After a while, he thought that Jiang Yi was getting better and better to others, and his determination to change seats became stronger and stronger.

He thought an annoyed, not to mention anything else, at least stay away from this little curly hair that would only receive water all day long.

Although Jiang Yi didn't understand, looking at Arno's sullen appearance, he still nodded and agreed to the request to change seats.

Until the garbage was thrown away in the afternoon, Jiang Yi saw the automatic pencil given to him by Ying Zhuohan in the garbage basket.

Jiang Yi was a little hesitant at first. After all, this automatic pencil was borrowed by Arno in the first class of the afternoon, and Arno told him that he accidentally lost the automatic pencil.

Jiang Yi thought it was lost, so he also found a whole class. He was a little disappointed when he couldn't find it.

After all, when he was very young, Jiang's father told him to take good care of what others gave him, which was a kind of respect for others.

At that time, Arno poked his face and said sorry. He would give him a better automatic pencil tomorrow, whatever he wanted.

Jiang Yi said sullenly that it didn't matter. Anyway, he didn't mean it.

But now, the automatic pencil given to him by Zhuohan is indeed lying in the garbage basket.

Jiang Yi squeezed his lips and picked up the automatic pencil in the garbage basket.

There was a lively laughter and play in the classroom between classes. Jiang Yi looked at Arno in his seat and was lazily playing with a small orange on the desk.

That little orange is exactly the same as what he gave to Ying Zhuohan this morning.

Jiang Yi put the automatic pencil in his pocket. He returned to his seat and asked Arno if he still remembered where the automatic pencil had gone.

Arno stopped his movements, tilted his head and looked at him, and then licked the little tiger's teeth and said he had lost it.

Jiang Yi always thought that the "lost" in Arno's mouth meant loss.

Now Jiang Yi understands that for Arno, who has only learned most of the simple Chinese vocabulary, "lost" is really taking it to the trash can.

Jiang Yi squeezed his lips tightly. He was a little sad, but because of his usual good temper, he still spoke softly, but his voice was a little low, "Arno, why did you throw away the automatic pencil that Ying Zhuohan gave me?"

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