Xiaobo, naturally, wasn’t a match for the fatty- he fell on his ass right after the collision, and the bucket of water splashed onto the guy’s pants… It looked like the fatty had just pissed himself.
“Are you blind?!” The fatty raged right away- he’d just finished a cigarette, and out of nowhere came a bucket of dirty water! “You wanna fucking die?”
The fatty was a mini tyrant in the twelfth grade, albeit someone who was only known in his own class… He was nowhere near the level of the Big Four tyrants at the school, but pushing some regular students around weren’t beyond his capabilities.
And today, the fat mini tyrant decided to blow off some steam on Xiaobo.
“How can you blame me for that? At most we’re both at fault, couldn’t _you_ have opened your eyes?” Xiaobo was starting to get angry as well- he was no unreasonable man, and was just about to apologize when the guy started yelling at him.
