Jiangjiang hung his head low, seemingly very aggrieved, his small hands clenched into fists, his whole body trembling with anger.
"Actually, the two of them often have frictions, and I've deliberately separated them in the seating arrangement, but still..." The coach glanced at the boy whose nose was bleeding from being hit, "He always goes out of his way to provoke Jiang Wenyan, probably because he's smaller and looks easy to bully."
"Coach, you can't just say things like that, how could my son be the one to bully others!" Mr. Kong was immediately on edge upon hearing this.
"Don't argue with me, it's the truth. It's not surprising that the two of them fought. He always talks about Jiang Wenyan's family affairs and even made up a nursery rhyme that many kids in the class have learned. If you don't believe me, you can ask any of the kids."
The coach's words were diplomatic, but everyone present was no fool and naturally understood the reason.
