That day at school, as usual I was bullying other students who I didn't like, I didn't care whether they were girls or boys, everything was the same to me. While taking a sip of my cigarette, I kicked the boy who was lying on the floor with a bruised face and wounds, I just looked at him indifferently and continued to kick him.

Tch, weak. There is no worthy opponent for me. Only weak, stupid, bookish boys don't make me satisfied with this. I grumbled in annoyance while throwing my cigarette on the boy's head, then walked away with my friends