Back in high school, I attacked my rival

In the old and rotten factory building, earth-shattering cries were heard after a while.

"Brother is wrong, don't cry, okay, I shouldn't hit you." The thin man was at a loss, squatting beside the bed, coaxing softly. He has coaxed countless women, but he has never coaxed men. Impulsive, I usually get used to punching you with my buddies.

How could he know that this was a noble young master who would cry whenever he was beaten, which was completely against his masculine appearance.

The more he said, Li Zhuozhuo was ashamed and angry, like a five-year-old child, he cried out without thinking about anything, and twisted into a maggot on the bed.

"It's better to die."

"I've never been beaten in my life, oh, oh, mother, I'm dead, I'm sorry, the child is not filial," twisted to the head of the bed again, banged his head against the wooden board, and made a loud bang.

"Not alive!! There is nothing in this world worth my nostalgia."

Jie Qingyang was so embarrassed that he scratched the ground with his toes, turned sideways, and touched He Zhixiu's shoulder, his expression was as if he had drunk fake wine, and his throat was hot, "It's too eye-catching."

"Then don't look at it." He took a small step, completely blocking Jie Qingyang's sight.

A scent of fragrance stood in front of him, his nose was itchy, and so was his brain, "That still has to be seen," He Zhixiu said with a small head on his right, "Although it's a bit rough, his acting skills are still remarkable, just not satisfactory. "

"You know what it means to be unsatisfactory, so you use it indiscriminately?"

Jie Qingyang shook his head left and right, "Isn't it almost mean?"

"No, it's generally satisfactory," "Oh, so I'm pretty good, right?"

"This is used correctly and fits the context."

After being praised by the Chinese teacher, Jie Qingyang showed a little bit of satisfaction.

"Don't, why don't you hit me a few times." The skinny man was so anxious that he was sweating, not knowing what to do. No one wanted to live and die for him at such a young age. It was the first time that he had done so. After speaking, he wanted to untie Li Zhuo .

"Old Ma, don't, the matter hasn't been done yet," another companion reminded friendlyly. They didn't actually take this little boy seriously, but the money hasn't arrived yet, so they can't be careless. It can be said that they are quite cautious.

The old horse scolded, "He is just a high school student, what is there to worry about, can he still eat us? Just fall into the eyes of money?" He untied the rope without any explanation.

"Little brother, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have hit you. My brother is the same age as you. I remembered him when I saw you crying. I'm sorry." Li Zhuo regained his hands and wiped off half of the True and half-fake tears, and then slowly jumped out of the bed, raised his foot and gave the old horse a fatal blow, and fell on the side of the bed, howling.

His gaze fell on him contemptuously, "I'm going to chop off your hand soon! Who the fuck is your younger brother," surrounded by the crowd amidst a scream.

Now that Li Zhuo is free, he is not afraid of these people, as long as he is not killed today, he will come back sooner or later.

Just a dozen or so people picked up nearby weapons, sticks, crowbars, chairs, DVD players...

"Brother, what did you do with this brat?"

The old horse hugged the deadly department, and still said, "Forget it, forget it." Hongmao calmly judged the situation, and it was still controllable, so he took out his mobile phone, "After the transfer, this matter will be settled. I don't care about my brother. Otherwise, the accounts will be settled together."

He Zhixiu nodded, the phone slid over his five-fingered hand, and reached the palm, his fingertips unlocked the lock, he walked over, "reach out and click," Hongmao obediently passed the phone closer, He Zhixiu lifted the phone, The camera was aimed at the QR code, and the mobile phone passed around his shoulder and neck in an instant, making a perfect parabolic movement in the air, and landed in Jie Qingyang's hands accurately.

The two cooperated tacitly, as if they had rehearsed countless times, and all the movements were done in one go.

The slippery mobile phone was held tightly by Jie Qingyang, and there was an inexplicable sense of admiration, he was too good, it was the first time that he answered it so quickly, accurately, and in place.

He Zhixiu strangled the opponent's wrist downwards, and there was a loud crack of dislocation of the joints. The red hair immediately burst into pain, his body shrank into a ball, and his mouth was trembling, "Hit, hit him, help me."

Standing behind, Jie Qingyang clearly saw that He Zhixiu bent his knee and slammed into Hongmao's abdomen hard, and frowned involuntarily.

He Zhixiu, bull, bull.

When He Zhixiu looked at him, he unconsciously gave a thumbs up, "Teacher He, you are amazing!"

When the group of idiots came to their senses, Zhou Xinyu arrived with a large group of people.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside. Li Zhuo is surrounded by stars like the moon in the center.

Zhou Xinyu brought at least twenty or so people, and the space couldn't accommodate them. Some people could only stand at the door, squeeze their heads and look in, to see if Li Zhuo was really about to be beaten to death as he said on the phone.

Some are interested in the objects inside, touching left and right, with one hand ashamed.

From time to time, some comments are made.

Quite lively.

"Goofy! Wu Yue..." Li Zhuo waved happily, ignoring Zhou Xinyu who was at the front.

"Heipi, you look very good!"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just these idiots, do you think he dares to hit me?"

The few people who were called idiots really didn't dare now, they threw the utensils in their hands aside with all sense, and confessed.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with him?" A man with dyed blue hair couldn't help asking, two people came already, why so many people rushed out all at once.

The house is almost bursting.

Zhou Xinyu pointed at Li Zhuo, "Father-son relationship. Let my son go, or I'll destroy your broken factory!"

Hearing this, Li Zhuo bared his lips, "Your uncle, Zhou Xinyu, get out!! Who the hell made you come, get out!"

Zhou Xinyu waved his hand to the front, and smiled embarrassedly, "The child is not taught well, it is really unfortunate for the family, and it has caused trouble for you. I will take him away immediately."

Lan Mao looked up and down in disbelief, doubting life: "Really your son?" So young? !

"If it's fake!" Zhou Xinyu twitched his lips. When he said this, his heart had reached an unprecedented level of refreshment, and he was still serious on the surface.

Li Zhuo sternly said to Lanmao: "Are you blind? I don't even like him to carry my shoes like this." Then he said to the front: "Zhou Xinyu, dare to take advantage of me. Your fucking death is coming .”

He was a man of action, he quickly rushed out of the crowd, angrily went to Zhou Xinyu, grabbed his clothes, pushed him down to the ground and beat him, Zhou Xinyu refused to let him this time, and the two immediately wrestled together.

The scene was a mess.

The two sides did not fight, but internal strife. Zhou Xinyu and Li Zhuo beat each other to death without mercy. If they were not careful, the other party would slap each other on the neck. Look, Li Zhuo has a slight advantage.

Others are not easy to persuade, get used to it.

The people in the car repair shop were stunned. They usually scare the students at most, and they will give money to those who are more obedient. The dress looks either rich or expensive, and she is very gentle and easy to bully.

But the person who was blackmailed was very irritable.

Every slap in the face made a crackling sound, cruel and merciless.

"Who is the son?" Li Zhuo asked while riding on him.

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Zhou Xinyu's mouth, "You are. Stupid son."

Pa——Zhou Xinyu took advantage of the gap and kicked Li Zhuo in the back of the head from behind, and quickly turned over to gain control.

Here, He Zhixiu let go of his hand, and said a few words of education, "If you can't fight, don't learn how to extort money on TV. Students are not your tools to make money. Stopping in time is also a way to stop losses in time."

Hongmao has shed turbid tears for 30 years. It hurts so much that his stomach, wrist, and even the strength to respond are gone.

Today is bad luck for eight lifetimes.

"Okay, let's go." Jie Qingyang ran over and returned the phone to He Zhixiu, "Yeah." He Zhixiu walked to the side of the crowd, turned on the phone camera, and frowned, "I've already photographed your actions. If you want to keep reading, stop."

Li Zhuo and Zhou Xinyu both froze.

Li Zhuo: Forgot, Teacher He is still here.

Zhou Xinyu's pupils were shocked: Why did a teacher get involved! ! !

Li Zhuo took the opportunity to get up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled, "Mr. He, I was playing with Zhou Xinyu just now. How could we fight? Do you think so, Brother Zhou?" Zhou Xinyu, who was on the ground, slapped the ashes for him, his technique was still strong and powerful, and Zhou Xinyu was shocked when he slapped him.

Zhou Xinyu wiped away the blood from his mouth and nostrils with his hands and forced a smile, "That's right, Mr. He, we often fight like this, and other brothers know it, and we have a good relationship." Then he turned his face, "You Damn, stop taking pictures of me, you will almost kill everyone."

Li Zhuo looked happy with success, he didn't care the slightest bit about the color on his face, so he put his hands back and said enough.

Everyone was shocked again: there is a teacher! !It's no wonder that there is something wrong with this person's temperament, and he can't tell what's wrong with his poor words.

He Zhixiu turned off his cell phone, and said earnestly, "It's okay, everyone is gone, go back early."

The two groups of people gradually became clear. Zhou Xinyu's group of people, there are many people with social background, can be regarded as the group with quality, they will not fight with the teacher, and they will withdraw from the main battlefield amidst the noise.But it's not enough. It was good to see the precious scene of Li Zhuo being beaten, but the result was the old-fashioned scene of Zhou Xinyu and Li Zhuo fighting each other.

The only people in the factory who were injured were Lao Ma and Hongmao, but they were minor, and there was nothing to say, and they all regretted it.

"Hei Pi, go to the hospital to get it. It's not good if your mother saw it." Jie Qingyang rummaged through his schoolbag to find some paper to wipe his face, but he seemed to have no paper, only a notebook, so he tore off a piece of paper. Composition paper.

The corner of He Zhixiu's mouth twitched slightly, and he took out the paper from his pocket and gave it to Li Zhuo.

"Thank you Mr. He, thank you for helping me today, you are really a teacher." Li Zhuo took it politely, as if the person who just fought was not him, but someone else.

He turned around and said to Jie Qingyang, "It's okay, my parents are usually not at home." He planned to play games with those brothers, so he briefly explained the whole process, "I saw Yan Jiajia coming in this direction, I followed a man, but at that time I was thirsty, and when I came back from buying water, I only saw this group of men, I thought it was, and followed, but it turned out like this.”

Jie Qingyang wanted to talk about Chen Junhe, but Li Zhuo had already hooked up with those friends.

Well, it has already taken up too much of the other party's time. "Hey," he slipped his lips, "Zhisha, let's go back to our respective houses?"

Seeing that the other party was silent, he said, "Let's go to the movies."

Only then did He Zhixiu show a relaxed expression on his cold face, "Yeah."

Just wanted to cheat me out of money, Jie Qingyang kept complaining, didn't know he was poor, everyone in the school knew it, why kept thinking about inviting him to a movie, isn't sending flowers enough?