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"Hey, look at that sick man crying again." The little bully at the front desk spoke loudly to his deskmate, laughing and talking so loudly that the whole class could hear him.

Soon all eyes were on the crying little boy, and he cried even more fiercely when he was looked at like this.

Why do my parents not want me, and my classmates bully me, do I really hate it so much?The more he cried, the more he couldn't hold it back, and the little bully in the front row kept saying bad things about him, "Skinny monkeys, sick people, they just know how to cry, like a bitch."

The crying boy's eyes were full of tears, and his fair little face was full of tears. He retorted, "I'm not a sick child, I'm not..." He doesn't use bad words, except for repeating these words, other things Can't say a word.

"I still said no, look at you, you are as white as a ghost, and you are so thin. My mother said that you are a sick person, and you are a sick person." Xiaobawang persisted.

The little boy had to keep crying. His mother didn't teach him how to slander others, or how to effectively resist others. He couldn't do anything but cry.

"Hit him... tear his mouth apart..." A voice sounded in his little head.

"I said, I'm not a sick child... Wow..." The little boy retorted while crying, picked up the pencil sharpener on the table, and greeted the little bully. He squinted and waved his hands. There was only one thought in his mind, let you usually beat me and bully me, I am not a weak little girl.

At the beginning, the little bully was still arrogantly cursing and resisting, "You think I'm afraid of you, so I'll call you a sick child, what's the matter?" He was already thin and weak, and lost to the little bully in twos and twos, but he seemed desperate, struggling to free his hand holding the pencil sharpener, and slashed at the hands that the bully was pinching him. .

The little Bawang was in pain, and he let go of his hand. The little boy refused to let go when he was free, and slapped the little Bawang's hand a few times. During the struggle, the little Bawang's face was also scratched, and the surrounding booing sounded for nothing Time was running out, and soon someone shouted: "The teacher is here."

The classroom fell silent, only the little boy cried bitterly and the bully was scratched. The teacher quickly came over to separate the two, and snatched the knife from the little boy's hand.

Xiaobawang was sent to the infirmary soon, and the crying little boy was also taken to the infirmary by the teacher.

The school soon notified the parents that two and a half-year-old children were fighting and even used a knife. Fortunately, it was just a blunt pencil sharpener. No matter how sharp the tool was, it would not be able to end the matter.

Xiaobawang's mother kept saying that her child had lost so much blood and had been cut so many times that the boy's parents had to pay for it, and she even had a big fight with the school. If the matter was not resolved, they would go to the Education Bureau, the principal Hearing this, I thought it would be very difficult for the village primary school to continue to operate. Two years ago, the superiors said that the primary school would be abolished and merged into the town.

Originally, few rural children could persist in going to school, and the dropout rate was too high. The primary school was cancelled, and the distance was too long. It is estimated that some parents would not let their children go to school.

When the principal and teachers were having a headache, a young woman came. She was the little boy's aunt.

Seeing this chaotic situation, I didn't panic, and first said hello to the teachers, "Sorry, I'm late, I'm Jin Chu's parent."

The woman looked delicate and fair, dressed plainly, very clean and tidy, she looked at the little boy with red and swollen eyes, walked over and said, "Xiao Chu, tell aunt what's going on."

The corners of Jin Chu's mouth trembled, and he choked up and said, "Auntie~ He bullied me and called me a sick child."

"What? Whoever bullied you? Look at my son. Whoever bullies whom? How have you treated my son? How dare the villain sue first!!!" The woman on the opposite side responded immediately after hearing Jin Chu's words. Roar.

The aunt did not refute after hearing this, and the teacher next to her also had a headache. The parent of the injured child was really a difficult person, but the aunt said calmly, "This parent, my Xiao Chu said that he was killed by your family. The child was bullied and even uttered bad words. Our Xiao Chu is usually very quiet and timid. As his parent, I know the child very well. If your child hadn’t done excessive things, I don’t think he would be like this Excited and even hurtful."

She looked at the injured bully, and before the woman could reply, she turned her head to look at Jin Chu again, "Xiao Chu, tell aunt, if you hurt someone for no reason, you must tell the truth."

"I...I didn't. He scolded me first, and he and his friends beat me up after school yesterday." After speaking, he raised his small arms, opened his sleeves, and put the clothes on his stomach Open it and show it to my aunt, "He beat them all. After class, he scolded me for being a sick child."

"Everyone, teachers, and this parent, have you heard it? Xiao Chu said that he was not only bullied by this classmate today, but everyone should have seen the injury on the child just now. If it wasn't for the child being bullied so badly, This will not happen.”

"You child, why are you talking nonsense? You can hurt my son like this, and my son can bully you?" The woman was still angry.

Perhaps because of the presence of parents, Jin Chu gained confidence. He pointed at the injured bully and said, "Luo Ming, I'm not a sick child. Stop calling me a sick child."

He was very persistent in wanting to get rid of this title, which made him breathless. At home, the neighbors called him that, saying that he was like a plague god, otherwise his parents would not want him, and their eyes were full of contempt.

He had to face these things at school, he didn't know why everyone threw malicious ridicule and abuse at him.

"You are a sick child, you are, I just want to beat you, bully you, and I hate seeing your twat." The little bully couldn't stand this shock.

"Teachers, you have all heard that this classmate Luo has admitted the fact that he bullied our Xiao Chu, and that Xiao Chu usually has good academic performance, and the teacher has said more than once that he is hardworking and well-behaved. Whether it is right or wrong, we should It's clear." Auntie glanced at the woman opposite, ignoring the anger in her eyes.

She turned around and squatted in front of Jin Chu again, "Xiao Chu, if you get bullied in the future, you have to tell your teacher or aunt that it's wrong to do it, you know?"

"Well... I got it, aunt." Jin Chu replied in a low voice.

The woman on the opposite side resented: "Then your child hurt my son like this, so we can't just let it go."

"It's our fault to do it, but this parent, my little Chu's upper body can be seen with bruises with the naked eye. It's hard to tell if there is any bone injury. The children are so heavy, I think your children are just scratched. Pi, are you really going to make this a big deal? I heard that your children are notoriously naughty. When I first came here, I heard several children talking outside, saying that your children also bullied them. It's time for retribution. Children can't arrange people's rights and wrongs casually, this parent should pay more attention to family education, so that the children will not learn well when they grow up, and apart from fighting, they are slandering others behind others."

As soon as my aunt got off the phone, the teachers on the side hurriedly warmed up the scene, "Two parents, both children were at fault for today's incident. Fortunately, no greater harm was caused. This is also the negligence of our school, which did not pay attention to the children's behavior." Get along with each other. Otherwise, everyone will take a step back, and the child's injury is the most important thing."

After a while, the matter didn't get serious, and everyone reconciled with each other after a few pleasantries. After all, children fight every day. If we really want to investigate, we don't have to go to class.

When I got home at night, my aunt hugged Aunt Jin Chu and asked softly, "Xiao Chu is very concerned about others calling you a sick child, right?"

"Well... I don't like it." Jin Chu said sullenly.

Auntie: "Okay, from then on, we will get up half an hour early every day and run in the yard, so that our little Chu can improve his health and grow taller quickly. Can you do it?"

Jin Chu: "Okay."

Auntie: "In the future, if it's not your fault, don't just endure it, but don't hit people casually. We, Xiao Chu, are so smart, we have to fight back in the right way, you know?"

Jin Chu: "I see, aunt."