Seeing that Shen Xiaoyu not only ignored him but protected the stubborn little dumpling instead, Little Fatty, who had been doted on since birth, clenched his fists in anger and thrust out his arms like a raging bull to shove him.
Little Yu looked soft and squishy, but he was a solid little fellow. No matter how Little Fatty pushed and tugged, he only swayed like a roly-poly toy.
For his older brother to call him a little terror, Little Yu was naturally no pushover. Seeing Little Fatty's wicked hand reach out again, he smacked it with a crack that left Little Fatty's arm tingling.
"You dare hit me?"
Little Fatty's fleshy face was filled with disbelief. Holding back tears, he looked around and discovered that neither his teacher nor his parents were there. He could only abandon the idea of throwing himself on the floor in a tantrum and keep fighting back through his tears.
His opponent charged about with nothing but brute force, while Shen Xiaoyu moved nimbly, finding openings to strike back even as he protected the little dumpling behind him.
After being led around like a dog for ages, Little Fatty finally realized he was being toyed with. He howled that he would beat every child in the kindergarten to death, and that outrageous declaration finally caught a teacher's attention.
Looking at Little Fatty bawling his eyes out, then at Shen Xiaoyu, who had the upper hand, the teacher instinctively sided with the pitiful-looking one.
Despite the teacher's lengthy, earnest attempts to reason with him, Little Fatty only grew worse. Not only did he ignore the lecture, but he also clamored to hit back.
The teacher had originally hoped Shen Xiaoyu would apologize and settle the matter, but the children, brimming with a sense of justice,