After I transferred to Northeast China, my dad asked me to be the school bully.
On the first day when I transferred to Northeast China, my father warned me on the phone: "Don't mess with people wearing mink, and don't touch people with bald heads."
As a result, all the students in the class were wearing mink, and the monitor was still a social bald man.
Until the school bully blocked me in the toilet, I tremblingly dialed the number given by my father: "Uncle, I'm Xiao Dongbei."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time: "Your father didn't tell you? He has switched to selling cold noodles now."
What was even more desperate was that the school bully suddenly knelt down and said, "So you are the son of the cold-faced king!"
