Li Yuzhu had a stern face, "Why do you call him an idiot?"
"Liu Yanbai's arm is thinner than others, isn't that being an idiot?" The child was about seven or eight years old, with darting eyes, obviously a sly kid.
Li Yuzhu sneered, "He had a disease after birth that affected his arm, what's that got to do with intelligence?" She reached out and pinched the child's arm, "Does your head hurt?"
The child bared his teeth and pouted, "My arm hurts, not my head."
The child knew she was with the new teacher, and after being scolded, he didn't dare to show anger.
Li Yuzhu snorted, "Yes, your arm hurts, not your head, which shows that an arm is an arm, and a head is a head. Intelligence relies on the head, not the arm."
"But... his right arm is useless, and he writes with the opposite hand, and it's very ugly," the child said again.
