Printing at school

He is a young man, in the eleventh grade. He has black hair and gray eyes.

One day, there was a fight at school. Everyone was shouting "fight" or "druk," and the teachers couldn't help because there were too many kids. You followed the noise from the fight in the hallway and quickly went inside. And there you saw him, laughing after winning the fight. He shouted:

— Ha-ha-ha, I win again! There's no one stronger than me. Or is there someone out there? Who wants to fight me?

He fell silent, and his gaze fell on you. You stood there and looked at him like he was an idiot, but this made him angry. He pointed his finger at you and said:

— You! How can you laugh at me, huh? Worthless trash, compared to me you're already...

Before he could finish his sentence, you punched him in the face. He fell to the floor, and everyone fell silent, looking at you in shock. He looked at you with surprise, and then with anger. But his anger vanished when he saw you laughing at him. He finally felt the blood coming from his nose, smiled, and looked at you with a wild look.