Li Xiaojun!' Milan asked Li Xiaojun to sit down. "Have you ever wondered why people always bully you from kindergarten to your old school to your present school?"
Li Xiaojun wriggled and replied softly, "They all say I look like a woman."
"What else?"
Li Xiaojun shook his head. He doesn't know what other reasons are there.
"Have you ever thought about protecting yourself with your own strength?"
"My own strength?"
Milan took Li Xiaojun's hand and made a fist: "This is your strength."
Li Xiaojun almost screamed: "Do you want me to hit them?"
Milan was noncommittal, only she chuckled.
"But, my mother said, don't fight."
"So, you are always bullied." Milan raised his voice angrily, "Li Xiaojun, don't forget that you are a boy! When you grow up, you should be a man. "
Milan took Li Xiaojun's hand to the classroom, and the students who were cleaning had left. Milan moved the tables and chairs in the front row back to make room.
Milan stood in front and Li Xiaojun stood behind her. Milan clenched his fists and put them on his waist. She turned her head and Li Xiaojun followed her.
"I'll teach you a straight fist first-hey!"
Like Milan, Li Xiaojun shouted "Hey" and made a beautiful straight fist.
A right fist and a left fist, the classroom is full of "hey". It was not until Li Xiaojun's arm was sore and his voice was hoarse that Milan stopped.
"So you practice, practice at home five hundred times a day. Can you do it? "
Li Xiaojun nodded.
"I can promise you and Diane to sit at the same table. However, I also have a request for you. Can you do it? "
Li Xiaojun hesitated, then nodded.
"If another classmate bullies you in the future, I hope you don't come to me and don't tell your mother."
"Then what should I do?"
"Do your own thing."
Milan said that and went out without looking back. Leave Li Xiaojun there and let him go if he wants.