小时候班上有个男孩特皮,我同桌的女孩比较胖,反应比较慢,他就老爱欺负这个女孩,把她弄哭。我当时特别看不惯。有一次我们楼里一个孩子的妈妈给我们讲故事,让我们知道了集体的力量特别大。于是我们几个女孩就埋伏在他去找他爸爸的路上。那条路比较偏,等他一来,我们就冲了上去,把他书包里的东西倒出来,撒了一地,然后一哄而散。我当时很自豪,心想“他再厉害,我们也能把他治了”。但是后来我妈妈知道了这 When I was young, there was a boy in my class. My girl at the same table was fatter and reacted more slowly. He always loved to bully the girl and cry her. I was really not used to it. Once we had a child’s mother in our room telling us the story and letting us know that the power of the group was so great. So a few of our girls ambushed on his way to his father. The road is rather biased, and when he comes, we rushed up, poured out the contents of his bag, sprinkled it, and then dispersed. I was very proud at that time, thinking “he is fantastic and we can rule him out.” But then my mom got it