When I was in primary school, I went to school in the village. There has always been a boy in the village who bullies girls like a bully. My good friend had bad luck and didn't know what to say that angered the pursued person. I only saw her running in front and a boy chasing after her to hit her, but she saw me running behind like a savior, shouting "Help". Fortunately, I am a big boy, and the boy is one year older than me, but he wants to call me Niang (I call him Dad). Maybe it was because I was out of my mind and rushed at me. Maybe he was too lazy to ignore me and left at a glance, but I thought it was his great momentum that shocked people and enjoyed the girl's praise and worship proudly. At that moment, I was like a superman who saved a beautiful woman.

When I was in the big class, my sister also taught in our village primary school. She teaches Chinese in the fifth grade. I like to interact with the teacher in class, and I like the teacher to praise me in front of my classmates. Of course, most teachers in love speak well of me in front of my sister. After all, my sister often calls me a little idiot at home. Every time the teacher praises me, I will think of when I came home that night, I showed off my sister. Looking at the way she was beaten, she was full of fireworks and was ignorant of heroes.

When I left the village in the third grade, I was still very arrogant and stood up for others. The final exam for the next semester of Grade Three is in the largest village nearby. The little boy in another school always bullied us when he saw that we had no teacher to lead us, and also robbed a boy's eraser in our class, so I was attacked by him, too, and took it back to scold him. In the process, our teacher came to understand the situation and scolded him, but he never said anything about me. I was proud at that time. I was really different. Everyone is guarding the heroes of the world.