Zhuangzhuang widened his eyes, "Wow, will Auntie Three make Uncle Three stand in punishment? Like if Uncle Three does something wrong, will she make him stand against the wall? I saw Auntie Three punish her students like that at school. My classmates said she's got a good temper, never hits anyone, just makes them stand as punishment. Other teachers in other classes hit students instead. I got 82 in math this time, and the teacher hit my palm 17 times. The teacher said, if you don't score 100, every point less means a hit on the hand. Just look at my hand, it's still swollen."
Qin Jianye grabbed his little hand and examined it carefully, "Looks okay to me, your two hands don't look any different. Your hands are naturally chubby."
"Really?" Zhuangzhuang seemed unconvinced, examining his hand closely, "I still feel the pain, it hurts when I touch it."
