I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

A man always has an old enemy in his life.

At least this 14-year-old me is so convinced.

Speaking of my old enemy, it should be the neighbor's kid, the one nicknamed "Little Overlord".

It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but in fact, I have been bullied by him since I was a child.

Although he is the same age as me, he has always been taller than me. When the gap was the biggest, he was a head taller than me.

He always knocked me down with three punches and two kicks, and then snatched the treasure from my hand with a grinning grin.

Here's a list of my snatched treasures over the years:

snack,

balloon,

comic book,

water gun,

police cap,

A total of 25 transforming robot toys...

In addition to grabbing my things, he used many tricks to bully me, such as:

Kicked me into the river who was concentrating on fishing,

Pulling the chair away suddenly while I was sitting down,

Spit on me who fell into the pit,

Made me eat bread sprinkled with paprika,

Shove crabs up the nape of my neck...

All in all, the suffering I suffered under his hands is indescribable. In my young heart, he was once more terrifying than Godzilla.

I am already in the second year of middle school this year, and next year will be the third year of junior high school. No matter what, I want to break up with the bully before I go to high school.

Otherwise, I will leave a psychological shadow all my life.

So, three days ago I sent him the challenge letter.

Although we are no longer neighbors after the demolition of the courtyard, his family and mine are still in the same urban area, and it only takes two stops by subway.

The challenge letter must have been received.

I asked him to come out to a duel, one-on-one, the loser had to kneel at the feet of the winner to admit his mistake, and return all the toys that were stolen.

Of course, I don't actually have a toy I've snatched from him here—but justice always prevails, doesn't it?

The location of the duel was set on the open lawn behind the boiler factory, at 9 o'clock in the morning, a time when no one was disturbing.

I deliberately picked a duel location that was closer to his home, so that if he loses, it will be closer to go back to pick up his toys.

Don't get me wrong, I'm 14 years old and I don't like playing with robot toys anymore, but getting them back is a testament to my strength and courage - besides, Brother Optimus Prime must miss me too.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Xiaobawang for three years.

I remember that he grew up in a single-parent family like me. Although I didn't like him, I had a good impression of his mother—Aunt Ren.

Because Aunt Ren is very young and beautiful (because she is too young, not like an aunt, but more like a sister), she is the idol that many young boys yearn for, and if she is present, Xiaobawang dare not bully her in front of her mother I.

The heroic Aunt Ren is also an international Sanda champion, so it's no wonder Xiaobawang is so powerful.

In contrast, my dad is just an eye-eyed nerd who opened a Taobao store specializing in all kinds of harmonious things, which is super embarrassing.

I don't know how Xiaobawang has been in the past three years. Is he and I no longer taller?

The last confrontation between me and him was in the winter three years ago. At that time, there was a big snowflake floating in the sky.

At that time, my height was almost as high as Xiaobawang, and in order to defeat him, I had been doing special training in secret, and my arm muscles were slightly improved.

So I decided not to be patient, but to give it a go.

He has turned me into a panda with his evil iron fist countless times, so I also punched at his eyes.

But my fist just brushed his chin, not his face.

He had a mocking expression of "you've got it, you boy" on his face, and then he kicked me in the stomach, leaving me lying on the ground immobile.

Damn it, I forgot to defend his legs, even if he was close in height, his legs were always much longer than mine (I'm sorry for inheriting my dad's short legs!).

The strange thing is that after he knocked me down, he didn't spit on me as usual, nor did he stride away. Instead, he said in a slightly lonely tone:

"This place is going to be demolished, and everyone will move out. My family will move to Honglou North Street in the west of the city, so we won't be able to see each other often..."

Why are you telling me this?You are about to fly away with my 25 robots, what a joy!

"I always feel that I haven't played enough with you..."

not enough?Haven't you taken enough spoils from me?Brother Optimus Prime was snatched away by you!Why do you still have a lonely tone?Do you feel sorry for not being able to continue bullying me every day?

Or... I suddenly trembled all over.

Or do you see me as an old enemy?Like I see you as my nemesis?

I raised my head kneeling on the ground, and in the snowflakes in the sky, Xiaobawang looked down at me, because I couldn't see his face clearly against the slanting sunlight.

"See you later, Ye Lin (this is the first time he pronounced my name correctly, he used to pronounce it as "wild donkey" or other ugly nicknames on purpose), I will keep those robots for you...wait for you When you feel that you are sure of defeating me, come and challenge me again."

He dropped a page of pre-written new home addresses, and I grabbed it in my hand, staring hard at the ink blots.

I have to admit: his handwriting is quite neat.

In the next three years, I trained myself even harder, which can be said to be inhumane.

Sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups, from only ten to one hundred or two hundred.

Every day, I ran around Dongshan Lake three times, with a 5-jin sandbag tied around my ankle, which was later added to 10-jin.

As for buying boxing magazines and peeping in class, I omit it.

Anyway, I was exercising while the other kids were eating, and I was exercising while they were sleeping.

It wouldn't make sense for me not to become a martial artist.

Even so, I'm not 100% sure I can beat the bully.

After all, his mother, Auntie Ren, is a real Sanda champion. He must have learned a secret training method, and maybe there are one or two nirvana moves.

But even so, I must challenge him!

If you bow your head to fear, you are not worthy of being a brave man!

Even if I lose this time, I will continue to challenge, once a year!Until I win Brother Optimus Prime back!

By the way, as I said before, men my age don't like robot toys anymore, right?Don't think that I am so persistent just for toys!

When I was about to write a letter to Xiaobawang to make an appointment for a duel, I remembered that I didn't know what Xiaobawang's full name was.

I only know that his surname is Ren just like Aunt Ren, so I copied the address he left on the envelope, and then wrote "Ren Wo Xing" in the "Recipient" column. A very fitting name.

Since I didn't want Aunt Ren to laugh at me after seeing the envelope, I didn't sign my real name on the envelope, but replaced it with the words "Messenger of Justice".

After Xiaobawang receives this letter, he will know that I am writing to him.

He has always been an evil big devil who bullies the messenger of justice.

He and I are lifelong enemies.

It turned out to be foggy.

It's early spring, and I'm still chilling in the kind of boxer sweatshirt and sweatpants Stallone wore over my fleece.

In order not to stiffen my muscles, I made a gesture to throw a few jabs. The preparations before the duel are also very important.

There was no one on the lawn. I looked at my watch: at 8:50, I came half an hour early and had already waited for [-] minutes.

Little Bully was probably late on purpose. In order to make it easier for him to find me, I stood under the largest old banyan tree and continued to do jab exercises.

In this way, even if the fog thickens, I will be more conspicuous.

About 5 minutes later, I heard footsteps in the distance.

The soft footsteps of sneakers on the grass.

A little hurried, a little eager, and a little hesitant.

Hmph, Little Overlord, after three years, are you afraid?

In fact my whole body began to shake uncontrollably, it must be because of the cold weather.

I will not lose!I will never lose to you again!

Even if you are forced to use some forbidden moves between men, such as kicking the crotch...