I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

A gray figure ran across the fog, as if I found my position, and slowly began to slow down.

From the moment I saw the running posture, I decided that the bully was right.

As he walked through the two little trees I had passed, I nervously estimated his height from the height of the tree shrew.

Great! He didn't grow taller! To be precise, since we have been three years apart, he has almost no long men! These three years are my three years of rapid development. In this way, I am going to be taller than him!

Hahahaha bully, I didn’t expect it to be so fast, your retribution is coming!

But height can't decide everything, I still maintain a 12-point vigilance.

The little bully stopped at five steps away from me. The white gas came out from his mouth, and his face was red and fluttering. It didn't seem to be in the car, but the way he ran.

It seems that he is doing the preparatory activities before the duel like me! Ye Lin, you can't care! The other party is a dangerous person comparable to Flissa! Although he is not tall now, the final form of Fliesa is petite and cute!

In any case, let's take a closer look at the enemy.

The fighter suit of the bully today is a thick sweater with dark gray and dark blue jeans. It feels a little uncomfortable for a fight. It is a bit strange.

Especially because of the cold, he shrank his hands in the sleeves of the sweater, only showing a little fingertip.

Although it is short hair as a whole, there is a long bangs in front of the forehead. This hairstyle is very unfavorable when fighting!

It is possible to be caught in the hair by the enemy, and then use your knees to lick your face!

And... is it my illusion? Why does his waist-to-hip ratio have a subtle sense of disharmony? There are also sleek and graceful leg lines lined up in tight jeans...

Is this type of body specifically designed to exercise the attack power of the lower limbs? Will the nirvana like the foot of the scissors be seen in the next duel?

Things are not useful until now.

I untied my watch and left it under the roots of the old banyan tree without looking at it. I placed a posture between the Muay Thai and the Chinese boxing method against the bully.

"Let's get started, let me do it!"

The bully screamed and he was now shorter than me. If he didn't look up, because of the bangs, it was difficult for me to see his eyes and his expression.

"You really remember your robot toy..."

The little bully licked his frozen hands and lifted his mouth to warm himself. Not only did he not enter the fighting state, but he also seemed a little happy.

His voice and tone are very strange, although it has almost no change compared with the previous memory, but it is inexplicably strange...

correct! It’s strange that there is no change!

The boy is going to change his voice at a time like us! Because of the thickening of the vocal cords and the thyroid cartilage protruding forward, my voice has become a lot thicker. How does his voice change a little?

I suddenly felt that he was hiding in the neck of the sweater's round neck, not necessarily the same thing as me, called the knot.

But maybe he is stunted. It has been proof that he hasn't grown up in the past three years. I comfort myself and don't let myself think of strange places.

"Why don't you do it? Or do you have no courage to see me grow taller?"

The little bully raised his head in a panic, and looked at me and then immediately shrank back. His eyes were a little bit of water vapor in the cold fog.

"Twisted and pinched! What happened to you? Do you still fight? If you dare not fight, return the robot to me!"

I muttered impatiently, and I didn't understand why I suddenly became very annoyed.

The bully seemed to be scared by my tone. He shrank and stood up for ten seconds without a word. Finally, he finally made up his mind and bit his lip. He bent down deeply to me, almost At an angle of 90° to the ground, hands on your knees, a sincere apology.

"Sorry, I have been bullying you for a long time, and these years have made you suffer!"

"Hey? Is this the apology of the mighty little bully? I didn't write it clearly in the letter. Do the losers want to apologize? Do you think that you can reduce the punishment if you admit defeat?"

"I am really sorry, but it is too shameful to apologize for anything... and, if you dirty the newly bought jeans, your mother will marry me..."

what is happening? I really can't keep up with his thoughts. I haven't seen it for three years. I have lost all the good things. The little bully classmates who have done bad things have not even dared to get dirty with a pair of jeans.

"What the **** are you talking about? Don't you fight with me and are afraid of soiling clothes? When you were in the fifth grade, did you and I were not wearing a shirt in the mud? Where did the heroism go? ?"

It must be an illusion. When I said this, the face of the little bully was redder than before.

"Sorry, that kind of thing will never happen again..."

"Why? Just because I am taller than you, are you no longer fighting with me?"

I am very angry. This kind of behavior is like running chess. If you win, you can slash you from behind, and then smile and say "We live in peace!" The nature is equally bad.

"It doesn't matter to the head..." The little bully hesitated.

"What does it have to do with it?"

"Actually... there is one thing, I have been staring at you..."

"What's the matter? Just like you used to slap me a note of 'welcome enema' behind my back, would it be that I was used by the children to kill the daisy for a thousand years?"

"Please don't say it, I am ashamed of that thing..."

"What the **** is it? You never fight with me again? We are not enemies!"

I am angry at the extent of the crack.

"Actually, I am a girl..."

"What about that? The equality of men and women in this era... Wait, wait, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. - What do you say!!!"

"I said, because I am a girl, so it’s not going to be the case with the upper body and the fight in the mud."

He seems to have spent a lot of effort to say this, his face is already red with steam, like a cooked crab.

Although he has the same short hair as a boy, his delicate facial features, big eyes with steam, small lips, and arcs of his face... are all proof that he is telling the truth.

As long as you don't look at me with a bitter hatred, anyone will come to the conclusion that he is a girl.

Should I call him "her" from now on?

I suddenly felt that it was not bad to fall into the winter mountain lake and be frozen into ice.

I chose ice cubes compared to the same truth disclosure.

"No! You are absolutely lying and flicking me! The boy who looks like a girl this year is not unusual! You are a pseudonym! Don't try to deceive my feelings anymore! I won't be fooled!"

She flashed her eyes, led her long eyelashes, and looked at me hysterically without a word.

"Yes, you must be a pseudonym! The fifth grade tricks are already 11 years old. When fighting in the mud pit, I ripped off your shirt in order to get back the bag... If you are a girl, I have already discovered it! Your skin is very white, but the chest is flat like a mirror! Even if it is flat without friction, you can make the small slider always do a uniform linear motion forever!"

"Please don't say this one that is the most shameful of me. At that time, I haven't developed yet... I used to grow up..."

She vomited when she answered this.

"In addition, since I started three years ago, my family is no longer growing up..."

"I see this, what do you want to say?"

"I mean... I grew up a little..."

"What grew up a little bit? You said it clearly!"

"Chest... The chest has grown a little longer..."

Her index finger in both hands arrived in one place, shy to die.

"So... it’s not a flat chest..."

what? ! Do you have a relationship between a flat chest and me? Instead of saying that it is useful and useless here, you are still coming back to Optimus Prime!