"The truth was exactly as I said. The teacher made everyone write an apology, something the bullies saw as an everyday nuisance. But it was the first time Yan Fei had ever had to write one."
"He sat beside me. I saw him crying."
"When Yan Fei came to class the next day, his clothes were in tatters. It looked like some thugs from outside school had cornered him on his way there."
"The way they bullied Yan Fei grew more and more vicious, and his grades kept falling. He was moved from the second row from the front to the third row from the back, with the bullies sitting right behind him."
"He had no friends. No one helped him. Everyone was afraid of becoming the next target."
"One afternoon, I suddenly noticed Yan Fei had bought a pencil sharpener. He spent the whole afternoon sharpening pencils."
"Just before the last class ended, the people behind him put their feet on the back of his chair. They started picking on Yan Fei again, but this time he seemed completely calm."
"The bell rang. As soon as the teacher left, the group surrounded him and pretended to spill water by accident all over his textbook and schoolbag."
"They laughed and chatted as they got ready to leave. Then I saw Yan Fei take a sharpened pencil from his pencil case and stab the person who bullied him most often."
"The pencil mangled the boy's face. Several people wrestled Yan Fei, who was acting like a madman, to the ground."
"Word reached the school administrators, and the bullies' parents came to demand an explanation. The bullies put on their innocent-kid act and cried to the adults, saying that if they hadn't dodged, Yan Fei would probably have blinded them."
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