A man will always have an enemy in his life.
At least I was sure of it this year at 14 years old.
Speaking of my enemy, it should be the neighbor's kid, the one nicknamed "Little Tyrant".
It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but I was actually bullied by him since I was young.
Although we were the same age, he was always taller than me. At the time the gap was the biggest, he was a head taller than me.
He would always knock me down with a few punches and kicks, then he would snatch the treasures from my hands with an evil smile.
The list of treasures that were stolen from me over the years is as follows:
Snacks,
Balloons,
Comic books,
Water guns,
Police caps,
A total of 25 transforming robot toys …
Other than stealing my things, he also used a lot of tricks to bully me, such as:
Kicking me into the river when I was concentrating on fishing,
Suddenly pulling away the chair when I was sitting down,
Spitting on me when I fell into a pit,
Forcing me to eat bread sprinkled with chili powder,
Stuffing crabs into the back of my neck …
In a word, the sufferings I suffered at his hands are indescribable, and he was, in my young mind, more terrible than Godzilla.
I am already in the second year of middle school, next year will be the third. No matter what, I want to settle things with the Little Tyrant before high school.
Otherwise, I will be traumatized for the rest of my life.
That's why I sent him a letter of challenge three days ago.
Although we are no longer neighbors after the complex was demolished, his house is still in the same district, and it's only two stops away on the subway.
He should have already received the letter of challenge.
I invited him to a duel, one on one. The loser has to kneel in front of the winner, kowtow and admit his wrongs, and return all the toys he stole.
Of course, I don't actually have any toys I stole from him — — but doesn't justice always win?
The location of the duel was set on the empty lawn behind the boiler factory. The time was 9 in the morning, a time when no one would disturb us.
I purposely chose a location close to his house, so that if he lost, he would be able to get his toys closer.
Don't misunderstand, I don't like playing with robot toys anymore at 14 years old, but getting these toys back is proof of my strength and courage — — also, brother Optimus Prime must have missed me.
Speaking of which, I haven't seen the Little Tyrant in three years.
I remember he grew up in a single-parent family like me. Although I don't like him, I have a good impression of his mother, Auntie Ren.
Because Auntie Ren was very young and beautiful (because she was too young, she didn't look like an auntie, but more like an older sister). She was the idol of many young boys. Also, if she was present, the Little Tyrant wouldn't dare bully me in front of my mother.
The valiant Auntie Ren was also an international MMA champion, no wonder the Little Tyrant was so strong.
In comparison, my dad was just a blind otaku who opened a Taobao online store selling all kinds of sex toys. It was super embarrassing.
I wonder how little tyrant has been for the past three years. The gap between our heights wouldn't grow any larger, right?
The last time I fought with him was three years ago in the winter. At that time, the sky was filled with large snowflakes, which left a deep impression on me. Because of the reason we fought, I forgot about it.
At that time, I was almost as tall as the Little Tyrant, and in order to defeat him, I had been secretly training, so the muscles on my arms were slightly improved.
So I decided not to endure, but to fight.
He turned me into a panda countless times with his evil iron fists, so I also aimed my fists at his eyes.
But my fists only brushed past his chin, and couldn't touch his face.
His face revealed a mocking expression as if he was saying, "You've grown capable, brat", then he kicked me in the stomach, making me lie on the ground and unable to move.
Damn, I forgot to defend against his legs. Even if our heights were similar, his legs were still much longer than mine (I'm sorry I inherited my dad's short legs!).
The strange thing was, after he knocked me down, he didn't spit on me like usual, nor did he walk away in large strides. Instead, he said with a lonely tone:
"This place is going to be demolished, everyone will move away. My family will be moving to Red Building North Street in the west of the city, so we won't be able to see each other often …"
Why are you telling me this? You are going to take my 25 robots and fly away to a faraway place. This is a cause for celebration!
"I feel like I haven't fought enough with you …"
Still not enough? Haven't you stolen enough spoils of war from me? You even stole big brother Optimus Prime! Why do you still have a lonely tone? Do you regret that you can't continue to bully me every day?
Or … I suddenly shivered.
Or do you view me as an enemy? Just like how I view you as an enemy?
I raised my head from my kneeling position. The Little Tyrant was looking down at me from above amidst the snowflakes. I couldn't see his face clearly due to the sunlight shining down from above.
"See you in the future, Ye Lin (This was the first time he pronounced my name correctly, he used to pronounce it as an unpleasant nickname like 'wild donkey'), I'll take care of those robots for you … Come challenge me when you're confident you can beat me."
He threw down a page of his new home address, I grabbed it in my hand and stared at the ink.
I have to admit: his handwriting is pretty neat.
In the following three years, I trained myself even more intensely, it could be said to be inhumane.
Sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups, I trained from ten to a hundred, then two hundred.
I ran three laps around DongShan Lake every day with a 5kg sandbag tied to my ankles, later I increased it to 10kg.
As for buying boxing magazines to read in class, I didn't mention it.
In short, I trained while the other kids were eating, and I also trained while they were sleeping.
It would be unreasonable if I didn't become a martial artist.
Even so, I don't have 100% confidence in beating the Little Tyrant.
After all, his mom Auntie Ren is a true MMA champion, he must have learned some secret training methods, maybe he even has one or two killer moves.
But even so, I must challenge him!
If I bow down to fear, then I'm not worthy of being a brave man!
Even if I lose this time, I will continue to challenge him once a year! Until I win back big brother Optimus Prime!
Oh right, I mentioned before that men my age already don't like robot toys, right? Don't think I'm only doing this for toys!
When I was about to write a letter to the Little Tyrant, I remembered that I don't know his full name.
I only know that he has the same surname as Auntie Ren. Since that's the case, I copied his address on the envelope, then wrote the name "Ren WoXing" in the "Recipient" column.
Since I didn't want Auntie Ren to laugh at me, I didn't sign my real name on the envelope, but replaced it with the words "Messenger of Justice".
When the Little Tyrant receives this letter, he will definitely know that I wrote it to him.
He has always been the evil demon who bullies the Messenger of Justice.
He and I are arch-enemies for life.
It's actually foggy.
It's the beginning of spring, I still felt a bit cold even though I wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants like the ones Stallone wore.
In order to prevent my muscles from stiffening, I pretended to throw a few jabs. It's also important to prepare for a duel.
There was no one on the lawn. I looked at my watch: 8: 50 sharp, I arrived half an hour early, and I've already waited for 20 minutes.
The Little Tyrant shouldn't be late on purpose. In order to make it easier for him to find me, I stood under the largest banyan tree and continued to practice my jabs.
This way, even if the fog thickens, I would still be more conspicuous.
After another 5 minutes, I heard footsteps in the distance.
The soft sound of sneakers stepping on the grass.
It was a bit hurried, a bit impatient, and a bit hesitant.
Hmph, Little Tyrant, after three years, are you afraid?
In fact, my whole body started to tremble uncontrollably, it must be because of the cold weather.
I won't lose! I won't lose to you again!
Even if I have to use some forbidden moves between men, like kicking the crotch …
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