Are you going to deal with me later
Yan Bubu finished his bath with an uneasy mood. He was no longer dirty, but a handsome little boy with fair skin and big eyes.
Feng Chen checked him over and found two scratches on his ears and a few abrasions on the back of his hand and elbow. Although they were not serious, he applied some medicine for fear of infection.
Yan Bubu had not been scolded, so he became bolder and began to describe the scene vividly.
"So, he held Binunu like this, and I tried to grab it, but he pushed me away." He imitated the movements of fighting with the little fat boy, "I didn't fight back, and I didn't chant any spells. After all, although he is annoying and bad, he is not... not..."
Yan Bubu really didn't know how to describe it. After thinking for a while, he continued, "He is a child. If I recited a spell, he would probably die, so I didn't."
Feng Chen opened the lunch box and handed the spoon to Yan Bubu: "Eat, and I'll teach you some self-defense skills after you finish eating."
"Huh? What is self-defense?"
Feng Chen thought for a moment and said, "I'll teach you how to fight that fat guy and how to beat him."
"What, what? Teach me how to fight?" Yan Bubu was so shocked that he almost dropped the spoon in his hand. His mouth opened wide with a look of disbelief.
Feng Chen glanced at him and said, "Don't you want to beat him?"
"I do." Yan Bubu nodded heavily, then asked hesitantly, "But if I fight with a kid, won't you be angry?"
"I will only get angry if you are bullied and can't fight back," Feng Chen said.
Yan Bubu observed Feng Chen's expression, and after confirming that what he said was true, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes: "Brother, you are so good, I really like you so much, I must serve you for the rest of my life-"
"Shut up! If you keep talking I won't teach you anymore."
"Okay, I'll shut up. I'll shut up."
After a moment.
Feng Chen tapped the lunch box with a spoon: "Shut up means you don't talk, not that you don't even eat."
"Oh, I see."
After dinner, Feng Chen began to teach Yan Bubu self-defense. Although Yan Bubu was young and weak, even if he learned the self-defense moves, it would not be very effective, but it should be enough to deal with children of the same age.
"If he grabs your chest, get out from under his armpits and trip his calves with your feet. Pay attention to this movement and don't look around."
After Feng Chen taught him a few times, he let Yan Bubu fight against him.
Yan Bubu could never learn how to turn around and kick back. Feng Chen tried to talk to him in a nice way at first, but later he lost all his patience and started yelling at him.
"I just said you should get out and then trip. What do you mean by tripping and then getting out? There's a huge difference in strength between you two. If he sees you, how can you still succeed?"
"Have a more serious attitude and stop scratching your face."
"Don't look at me pitifully like that. It's useless. I tell you, it's useless."
"Wrong again. I want to open your head and see what's inside."
Yan Bubu practiced very seriously, but his limbs were always a little clumsy. Feng Chen saw that he was working so hard and felt sorry for him, so he gave him some slack and finally let him succeed.