During class, the two of us got into a fight over a piece of cookie. He didn’t control himself and hammered me in the chest— I was in so much pain that tears were almost coming out, but I was too embarrassed to yell, so I could only slam his leg hard under the table. As it turned out, his legs were spread apart at the time, and I punched him in the groin. He was so hurt that he bent over, and then his head banged into the table with a loud clunk. The teacher saw the two of us and asked what we were doing, and I said, “Teacher, he went to pick up the pen.”