"Yeah." I responded softly, my heart aching.

From the moment I picked up the flowerpot and smashed it at Zou Yang, I was determined to never let myself be bullied again. From then on, I couldn't stop. I have come to this day step by step. I have suffered humiliation and enjoyed glory. I have finally made my heart hard and cruel. I was determined to do something big to make others look at me with new eyes. However, because of my father's five simple words, the outlook on life that I had worked so hard to establish in the past was easily shattered.

No... Did they fight? I gently clenched my fist. How could I easily loosen my clenched fist?

The autumn wind blew, making me feel cold and chilly. I hate fighting in my heart, but I also want to fight in my blood. As long as others don't cause trouble for me, I can get along with them in a friendly way; but when others try to step on me, it can arouse the most primitive violence in my heart.

I don't want to go back to the three years of junior high school. Although I was expelled from Chenggao, I don't regret what I did. But the five words my father said suddenly made me feel ashamed and guilty. I can imagine how disappointed, sad and upset they were when they received the notice of expulsion from the school, but even so, they still comforted me and never said a bad word to me or showed any annoyance.

Now, they only have one request for me, which is to stop fighting. Can I refuse? Can I bear to refuse?

However, when I think of others bullying me and I can only choose to endure it, I feel a kind of resentment in my heart. Even now, when I recall my junior high school life, I still shudder. The scene of being bullied but unable to do anything sometimes flashes into my mind in the form of fragments, and can even wake me up from my sleep, silence my laughter, and make me silent in joy.

"It seems..." The father suddenly murmured to himself, "It seems that I am too selfish..."

I looked at my father in surprise, not knowing what he meant by this. "Son..." My father put his arm around my shoulders, as if we were close friends, "I have heard about your experiences in junior high school..."

I do know this, the father of one of my classmates worked in the same factory as my dad. My classmates went home and told their fathers about my story as a joke, and their fathers told my father about it at work, and my father went home and asked me if it was true.

I only heard my father continue to say: "At that time, I was also very angry. I was wondering why you didn't fight back? Why didn't you hit them back? Clenched your fists and hit them hard. No matter how badly you are beaten, I will pay for your medical expenses! People cannot live without dignity, especially when bullying falls on you, you must choose to fight back without mercy!"

I stared at my father blankly. I never thought that he, who was always so honest, could say such a thing. My father laughed again: "I forced you to stop fighting with others because I wanted you to finish high school. This makes me seem too selfish. Let's put up with the little things that happen normally. It is still important to get along well with your classmates. But if someone goes too far and you can't stand it anymore..."

My father patted my shoulder hard with his big hand: "Then don't be so patient, teach him a lesson!"

"Okay!" The corners of my mouth rose, and my mind suddenly became open, and all my worries disappeared.

Dad, just hearing your words is enough!

"Oh my god," the mother yelled, "How can you teach your children to fight? Is there any father like you?"

"Go, go, go..." The father waved his hands at the mother: "Women have long hair but little knowledge. Are you teaching your child to fight? You are teaching your child how to maintain a man's dignity! In this world, a man's dignity is the most important thing!"

"Isn't that right, son?" My father was really drunk and he actually smiled at me without any paternal authority at all.

But... I really like my current father!

"Yes!" I shouted, and put my arm around my drunk father's shoulder, and we stood on the side of the road, grinning foolishly.

After I sent my parents to the station and watched them leave by bus, I returned to Beiyuan No. 7 Middle School. I was not familiar with this school, so I walked around the school twice and found that the layout was similar to that of Chenggao. Generally speaking, high schools across the country are similar, with only teaching buildings, staff buildings, a large playground, a basketball court, a library, male and female dormitories, and other buildings.

When it was almost time for class, I went to the homeroom teacher's office. According to the procedure, he should take me to the classroom. The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged man in his forties. He looked very good-tempered. He was half bald and smiled before he spoke. But I would not be fooled by his appearance. It is said that the teachers in Beiqi are much more ruthless than those in Chenggao.

Even so, I heard that the teachers at Beiqi were not very good at controlling the students. No matter how chaotic the city was, the students always had awe in their teachers and would never hit the teachers no matter how brave they were. However, at Beiqi, there were often reports of students and teachers fighting each other.

The teacher's last name was Hu, so we called him Teacher Hu. Teacher Hu obviously didn't know where I came from, and thought I was just an ordinary transfer student. He only asked me where I was from and how my grades were. I said I was from Dongguan Town and my grades were average.

Teacher Hu did not ask any more questions and led me to the classroom. The classroom was in chaos. Teacher Hu slapped the table twice to make it quiet, but the "buzzing" sound continued. Teacher Hu led me to the podium and said slowly: "Today I will introduce a new student to everyone. The name of this new student is Wang Hao."

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