Picking up my child after school, the kindergarten teacher told me that He Bufan had conflicts with other kids in the class.

He was well-behaved and polite, as I had taught him, but he couldn't withstand the mischievous kids nowadays.

One of those kids snatched the toy he had in his hand and bit him, crying and accusing He Bufan of bullying him, asking the teacher to intervene.

When I arrived, He Bufan was sitting alone in the corner of the classroom, with his back to the door. He turned his head when he heard footsteps, revealing a flushed face.

It broke my heart.

He saw me and hurriedly ran over, diving into my embrace, his voice muffled.

"Mom, I'm a little unhappy."

Seeing his ostrich-like head, anger surged within me: "Did that brat bother you today? Tell me, and I'll go kick his ass."

His voice was soft and weak: "I realized that I'm too weak. I can't beat him."

"Is there something that can make me stronger, a course that can help me defeat even bigger kids than me?"

At He Bufan's strong insistence, I enrolled him in extracurricular classes.

He chose them himself—martial arts and calligraphy.

One to strengthen his body, the other to cultivate his character.

That mischievous kid successfully targeted He Bufan once, so he kept aiming for him.

He would provoke a fight each time and then play the victim.

The first two times, He Bufan didn't confront him, but the third time, He Bufan gave him a shoulder throw.

The mischievous kid fell to the ground, wailing.

The mischievous kid's parent contacted me aggressively and we met in the principal's office. The woman across from me pointed at me and cursed loudly, accusing my son of injuring hers and demanding compensation for medical expenses.

He Bufan stood in front of me, coldly staring at the woman, as saliva flew from her mouth. His tone was icy: "He provoked me first. I told him three strikes and he's out, and today was the third time."

The other party was aggressive and unreasonable. In the end, they insisted on watching the surveillance footage and threatened to report it to the police.

In the video, their dog-like kid approached and snatched something from my son's hand, pushing him twice and even spitting at him. After my son's warning went unheeded, he finally retaliated.

Realizing they were in the wrong, the mischievous kid's parent's confidence waned. They muttered a few harsh words to me and left in embarrassment.

That day, after being taught a lesson, the mischievous kid should have gone home. The next day, when he saw He Bufan again, he would stick to the wall and never dare to provoke him again.