Chapter 29 Am I not here to ask for punishment?

The freckled boy seemed to sense something and turned his head suddenly.

Before he could see the shadow behind him, he was pushed forward heavily.

He lost his balance and fell down in fear.

"Bang!"

His falling body hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound.

His arm, which hit the ground first, felt as if it was broken.

He tried to stand up, but he felt a piercing pain when he moved a little.

Tears and snot gushed out instantly.

With tears in his eyes, he looked up and saw a figure standing on the slide.

A-Zu looked down at the freckled fat boy crying on the ground, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Night.

Padrick Farm.

"I can't believe he did such a thing!"

The mother of the freckled little fat boy pointed at Azu standing next to her with a red face, "He pushed Dale directly down the slide. This is murder!"

"Ms. York, John couldn't do such a thing."

Peter said calmly: "He is not that kind of person. Maybe Dale fell down by himself."

Before dinner, the mother of the freckled little fat boy who was pushed down the slide led her son with his arm bandaged to ask for punishment.

Peter naturally knew that it must have been Azu who did it.

He knew it, but he would definitely not admit it.

After all, this kid did a pretty good job.

He avenged Clark and punished the bully.

Thinking of this, he looked at the woman.

He thought that you should be glad that you didn't meet Azu in your previous life.

This kid cut all the guys who bullied him into pieces in his previous life.

Ms. York didn't notice Peter's complicated expression. When she heard Peter say that Dale fell down by himself, she immediately stopped.

She roared at Peter, "So you're saying I lied?"

"Gulp!"

Clark, who was standing next to him and welcoming the woman's spitting, swallowed nervously.

He secretly glanced at Zu, who was lowering his head, and found that he had no expression on his face.

"I didn't say that, Ms. York. I just want to tell you that no one saw John push Dale down the slide, but Dale pushed Clark down in the school corridor, and many people saw it."

Peter's tone became serious, "Let's put aside the things without evidence first, why don't we discuss the things with solid evidence first?"

Ms. York was a little flustered when she heard Peter's words, and she glanced at the fat boy.

"Dal, did you really do that?"

Dal was about to deny it, but when he looked up and saw Peter's terrifying look at him, he immediately swallowed what he wanted to say.

He lowered his head and stammered, "I was careless."

"No, no, it wasn't careless. If it was, you should have apologized after knocking someone down, but not only did you not apologize, you also said something excessive, right?"

Peter stood up and shot an oppressive look at the little fat man, "Dal, lying is not a good character."

Dal didn't know why, but he felt scared when he saw Peter's eyes.

So under Peter's coercion, he had to admit that he had bullied Clark.

"I didn't mean it."

"Uh-huh, I accept your apology, Clark, what about you?"

Peter looked at Clark with satisfaction.

Clark looked at the scene in front of him with a dull look, until Peter turned the topic to him, he woke up from a dream and said "ah".

"Yes, yes, I also accept Dale's apology."

Dal looked at Clark, who looked like a simple and honest expression, and scratched his head. Why did he apologize in a muddle?

"Ms. York, I think Dale should know that he is wrong."

Peter said in a sincere tone: "We should give children a chance to correct their mistakes. I hope you will not punish him for his bullying behavior."

Ms. York: "."

Ms. York did not react until she walked out of the farm.

Isn't it right?

Wasn't she going to ask for punishment?

Why was she being lectured?

She thought about it angrily and concluded that it was all the fault of this pig teammate.

Looking at her son who looked fine, she reached out and twisted his ear.

"Why are you so stupid and say everything?"

Ms. York, who felt that she was "cheated by her mother", grabbed her son's ear and twisted it.

In the dark night, Dale screamed.

Clark on the farm seemed to hear the shrill scream.

He shuddered and walked quickly towards Peter.

"Godfather, thank you, and A-Zu."

Clark thanked the two.

He felt that the Godfather was really powerful, and he made Dale apologize to him immediately.

At first, he thought that he would cause Zu to be scolded, but he didn't expect that things would end like this.

Zu's mood didn't seem to be affected, and his mouth was full of cinnamon buns, "I'm not avenging you, Clark."

He didn't admit that he was avenging Clark, "I just wanted to beat him up."

"So you admit that you pushed Dale down the slide?"

Peter looked at Zu, who was eating like a lumberjack, and asked in a bad tone.

Feeling Peter's gaze, Zu stopped eating immediately.

"Dad, I know I was wrong."

Once dad turns on the terrifying aura, admitting mistakes directly is A-Zu's life creed.

"Very good, then what's your mistake?"

"Wrong is..."

A-Zu was a little speechless, and glanced at Clark standing at the table, "Wrong is that you shouldn't push him down."

"Yes, you shouldn't push him down."

Peter nodded, "You should show your fist and punch him in the face. Of course, don't break his face, just make him feel pain."

A-Zu and Clark nodded when they heard Peter say "You shouldn't push him down".

When they heard "Punch him in the face", they were both stunned.

"For such bullies, swallowing your anger will only encourage their arrogance, Clark."

Peter reached out and touched Azu's hair, "So the best way is to make them realize their wrong behavior, Azu, you are doing normal things, so there is no need to be sneaky."

"But Godfather."

Clark asked doubtfully: "Didn't you say that we are not allowed to fight?"

"Fighting is a bad thing, but sometimes fighting is the only way to solve the problem, of course, unless you have a better way to deal with it."

Clark and Azu nodded, not quite understanding.

"Godfather, why does Dahl bully people? Doesn't he know that the bullied people will be sad?"

Clark asked his question again.

Peter thought about it and said to him: "Because humans can never empathize."

"Empathize?"

"Uh-huh, Clark, you can never really understand a person unless you walk around in his shoes and consider the problem from his perspective, but when you really walk his way, you will feel sad even passing by."