Personally, I'm obsessed. As someone who also moved to a white town and was called "chink" (and, on occasion, "chink bitch" lest we forget intersectionality) by other kids, it was so relatable and vindicating to see little Lolo curse at and clock that kid in the face — especially when so much anti-Asian bullying is normalized.
This one boy would call me a "chink" day after day on the bus ride home, and no one — including the bus driver — would ever say a word. When I reported it to my vice principal — who, I believe, was actually the only Asian staff member at the school — her face instantly dropped. She asked me for the kid's name, and I never heard anything from him again.