The naughty boy in our class wrote 300 words in the third grade.

"Don't run! Stop. " As soon as I heard it, I knew it was that naughty boy Rebecca again. Because he is always in trouble, people often chase him.

It turned out that Rebecca said to a person, "Come here, I'll take you to the bathroom to see something." The classmates believed him and left with him. Then he dragged him to the toilet and pushed the man into the ladies' room, which made him lose face.

Back in the classroom, the man dragged him to the playground and beat him up.

Another time, he came early and stood behind the door waiting for someone to come. Ten minutes later, someone came. As soon as he entered the door, Rebecca rushed over and shouted. The man was so scared that he sat down on the ground, and his own nose hit the door, bleeding.

That day, it was almost winter vacation. He stole a small gun, hid it in his clothes and went into the men's room. When I went in, I saw three people taking a shit. He found a good position, lit the gun and threw it in, only to hear a bang. The gun exploded, the shit exploded and hit them on the head. They quickly wiped their bottoms, put on their pants and shouted, "Get him and shit on him."

When he came home, his mother saw him covered in shit and asked him what was wrong. He told his mother everything, and as soon as his mother heard it, she put him on the bed and beat him up, and punished him for washing his own clothes.

Tell me, is it a loss or not to say that he is a naughty boy?