âOuchâ¦â The chubby boy collapsed to the ground, crying loudly, âWho the heckâ¦â
âSlap!â Suddenly, a hazelnut shot directly into the chubby boyâs open mouth.
Though less brutal than the stone, it was painful enough to stun him!
âAhhh!â the chubby boy let out an eerie scream.
âWho theâ¦â He abruptly stopped, clamping his hand over his mouth, fearful that another outburst might invite further retaliation.
After waiting for a while with no reply from behind, the chubby boy finally stopped covering his mouth and exploded with anger, shouting, âWho is the coward hiding and attacking me? Iâll get the principal to check the cameras and make sure you get punished for this!â
With no one stepping forward, he became convinced that his attacker was too frightened to show up, and his arrogance overflowed once more.
Then, the chubby boy pointed at Mitchel and accused him, âIt has to be you, you cripple! Iâm warning you, my father is very influential.
Since you dare to hit me, Iâll ensure you canât even stay in this hospital!â
Mitchel responded coldly, âWho is your father?â
The chubby boy retorted, âYou have no right to know who my dad is, you lowly life!â
Not only that, but the chubby boy also convinced his associates to join him in insulting Mitchel.
âCripple! The chubby boy yelled, and the shorter boy beside him quickly followed.
There came a short pause of silence.
The slender boy hesitated and struggled to speak.
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âWhatâs the matter with you, you worthless thing!â the chubby boy scolded.
âYouâre just the son of a driver.
You should feel lucky to be here with us.
Youâre not clever at all.
Iâll have my dad fire your poor, beggar father immediately! If it werenât for my dad providing for your loser dad, do you think youâd have the chance to hang out with us and enjoy yourself?â
Being insulted like this, the slender boy clenched his fists tightly.
âAre you dumb? Canât you insult properly? Youâre completely useless!â
The shorter boy urged, âCome on.
Just curse this cripple.
Donât make our friend mad!â
âI⦠I wonât curse.
â The slender boy finally stood up for himself.
With determination, he continued, âMy dad says that cursing people is rude and you shouldnât mock others.
No one chooses to be born different, and those who need help should be supported and encouraged, not mocked.
Thatâs the right thing to do!â
The chubby boy was so enraged that he clutched his chest, gasping for air.
Seeing this, the shorter boy shouted, âAre you insane? Do you want your dad to lose his job?â
But after declaring his refusal, the slender boy seemed to gain clarity, possibly remembering his fatherâs words.
He stood tall, defying them.
âNo matter what you say, I will not curse.
â
The slender boy faced the chubby boy.
âAnd another thing.
My dad is not a beggar.
He earns his living by working for your dad.
Thereâs no shame in his job.
Just because my dad works for yours doesnât mean I have to follow your commands.
Their relationship is purely professional, and my dad deserves respect for his hard work!â
The slender boy clenched his fists, declaring, âI believe my dad would stand by me in this!â
âYou filthy brat, youâre really pushing your luck!â Furious, the chubby boy grabbed the slender boyâs hair and forced him down to his knees, yelling, âInsult him! Curse the crippleâ¦â
âI refuse to curse! I simply wonât!â the slender boy yelled, struggling to free himself from the chubby bo y, but the shorter boy stamped on his hand.