That day in lunch we were walking in the famous and pretty ugly hallway of our school. That everyone in our school hates from the bottom of their heart.
It smells like someone puked and hadn't been cleaned for 3 months.
No years maybe..
Just everyone hates it. The outside of Shanghai is so clean no noise.
Honk* honk*
Huh.. Xun just drop the banana peel on the road nobody cares. Taraka said.
Well.. no there is a bit pollution and its not that clean. But this I won't even spit on our hallway.
I will at least spit on the road of Shanghai but this hallway doesn't even deserve my spit.
While we were walking, we noticed something.
Well Taraka was still cursing me, but I ignored him. I don't give a fuck about his words.
I noticed something else.
In the ugly hallways, 2 ugly boys. One with black hair and the other one with...
Oh, I can't differentiate; they both have black hair.
2 boys from our class fighting with each other. Holding each other's already dirty shirt and making it more dirty with their dirty hands.
They are looking like 2 cats who crossed a path and now attacking for no reasons.
"You know who I am huh? Huh? Say?" one student said, almost entering his mouth.
"You are a bitch, I know that," the other one replied.
"Taraka, you wait. I will stop their argument," I said, lunging forward with a smirk on my face.
I will earn some good deeds today.
"Eh? What is my son gonna do? Hey, you wait!! Let's just wait and have fun."
"Xun!!"
No.. he wouldn't listen.
But, I must keep an eye; he is brain dead afterall.
Xun went forward and slapped the both of them in face, with the strength of his 5 fingers.
He successfully left marks of 5 fingers.
"Now who the fuck are you? Why did you hit us?" the both of them said, staring like tigers who were wet cats before.
"There was a mosquito; it was drinking your blood. And you could've gotten malaria."
"I just killed it. I saved you guys. I defended myself."
"Then show us the dead body of the mosquito," the guy with black hair said.
"Well.. the mosquito flew away," I said, showing my palm.
"You wanna mess with us?" The two of them lunged forward, holding my shirt.
"Guys, I don't want to mess with you."
"I actually slapped you to stop you guys from arguing," I said in a very calm manner.
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
Xun put their hands on their shoulders.
"From the next time, guys, remember never to fight. Resolve things calmly, or someone might come and take advantage like I did," Xun said in calmness.
"Yes... we understand now," they said.
"Good." Xun started walking towards Taraka with full confidence, showing his jawline by mewing that he learnt from a 2 minute YouTube tutorial.
"WoW son! You are peak philosopher."
"Daddy is so proud of you," Taraka clapped.
"I know I am. But they are dumb even more," Xun said, closing his eyes.
"Hey you! We didn't take the revenge of the slap yet!" the both students appeared at Xun's back.
"Well, son, I can't save you for this one," Taraka said.
"Hey Taraka, save me."
"I told ya, let's just watch their fight and eat popcorn."
That day Xun realized something..
Sometimes just enjoying the moment is fine. Or action becomes foolishness.