Xia Lang

Seeing seven or eight gangsters with colorful hair surrounding him with ill intentions, Song Linju didn't panic, staring at them with quiet and dark eyes, "What do you want?"

He doesn't want to cause trouble, and he will try his best to cooperate if he can.

His calm demeanor is too much like they're just a bunch of friends coming to him for help.

The yellow-haired bastard in the leather jacket with rivets and skinny pants in the lead was taken aback for a moment and then laughed exaggeratedly, "Hahahaha, this four-eyed boy actually asked us what we want? It's as if he would give us whatever we want."

The other gangsters also laughed along, their muddy eyes full of malicious mockery.

The yellow-haired gangsters hang around here in Chongming No. [-] Middle School.

He has beaten a lot of four-eyed boys who are powerless. Although this one doesn't seem to be afraid of them, he feels that the four-eyed boys are just pretending to be calm.

Or even if he is really not afraid now, when he tastes how hard their fists are, he will be as soft as a slug kneeling and crying for mercy.

Just like the cowardly four-eyed boy in the past.

Huang Mao approached Song Linju, smashed his glasses with his foot, and said with an evil smile, "Brothers don't want anything, just want to teach us how to be a college bully, don't you guys?"

The gangsters were laughing, their eyes were fierce, and they were surrounded by yellow hair. The circle was getting smaller and smaller, like a fisherman trying to catch his net.

The comer is not good, not simply robbing wealth.

It seems that it can't be good.

Song Linju quickly glanced at them.

Eight people, with tattoos on their heads, except for the leader who has a bit of muscle, the others look like ordinary street gangsters, he probably has a bottom line.

Song Linju's face was still as immobile as a mountain, and he didn't seem to be ashamed or angry at their ridicule.

Secretly, he clenched his hands into fists and tightened his body guardedly.

Huang Mao laughed enough, took out a cigarette, and a younger brother kindly helped him light it.

Huangmao took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke slowly, and patrolled Song Linju's face with malicious eyes, as if thinking about where the first knife should be stabbed in the little lamb.

Song Linju's indifferent and composed expression made Huang Mao feel provoked.

Tsk, this four-eyed boy is still pretending.

How about giving him a slap first?See if this four-eyed boy dares to stare at him like he is now?

Huang Mao thought maliciously, raised his hand high, and was about to hit Song Linju's face, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Song Linju pinched his waving hand with one hand, forcing his hand to be immobile.

Huangmao was slightly startled, he didn't expect Siyanzi to be so strong, and the bones of his hand held by him were aching.

He couldn't get his right hand out, so he poked Song Linju's face with the cigarette end of the other hand.

Song Linju noticed his small movements, and kicked the yellow hair away long before the burning cigarette butt touched him.

Huang Mao fell into the garbage dump with a bang, and the cigarette butt used for the sneak attack burned his hand.

Huangmao screamed a few times, and before he got up, he bared his teeth and cursed, "Fuck! Song Linju, you four-eyed son of a bitch, dare to kick me?!"

Those boys were already ready to fight, but now seeing their elder brother being knocked down by Four Eyes Boy, they were a little dazed for a while.

Those who reacted quickly rushed to help Huang Mao up from the stinking garbage dump, "Wang... Brother Wang, are you okay? Ugh..."

There is no way, the trash can smells of all kinds of leftovers and rotten fruits, and the summer is hot and humid, and once fermented, it becomes a gas bomb, which is very strong.

The little brother tried very hard to hold his breath, but he still couldn't hold back and retched twice.

Huang Mao is also stubborn, he threw away to help his little brother, insisting on standing up by himself.

"What are you doing in a daze, let me fuck him!"

Little brothers, you look at me, I look at you, hesitant, but dare not make a move.

This man kicked Brother Wang away with ease, and he didn't shout or run away, but just stood there straight, staring at them with no expression on his face, which made people panic.

Although they fought a few people with Brother Wang, but those few times, Brother Wang was the first to strike, and those people were honest, no one could kick Brother Wang away.

Seeing that the younger brothers didn't dare to do anything, Huang Mao was so angry that his eyes were red.

"Grass, a bunch of scumbags, what are you looking at, go!"

He copied the wooden sticks from the garbage dump and strode towards Song Linju.

Seeing Brother Wang rushing forward, the younger brothers had no choice but to join in the fight.

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I thought it was already extremely hot a few days ago, but today is even hotter.

This huge and noisy city is like a steamer that is set on fire, and they are on the steamer, those who are steamed by the scorching water and wrapped in uncooked human flesh.

This ghostly weather is so hot that people are covered in sticky sweat, and even the sluggish air can't bear the heat, and the humid air almost overflows out of thin air.

The "sweat" secreted by the air is everywhere, attaching to people who are also full of sweat, making people feel anxious and dry.

Li Zhaozhuo stepped out of the school gate, feeling that the sky was getting dark, he raised his head slightly.

The sun was still shining brightly after school, but heavy dark clouds were accumulating in the sky, blocking out a lot of light.

There is no wind and it is dull, and there are swallows flying low.

It looks like it's going to rain.

However, after so many consecutive days of sweltering heat, it was time for a torrential downpour to extinguish everyone's anger.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't care. After locking the screen of his phone, he put his hands in his pockets and walked casually along the road, surrounded by hurried pedestrians.

The driver just said that he was in the Xidan shopping mall, and it might take a while for him to wait at the school.

The Xidan Shopping Center is not far from here, so he thought about walking over there.

The dark clouds accumulated more and more, and the sun that wanted to continue to emit light and heat disappeared. The sky was dark, and the dark clouds seemed to be overwhelmed and pushed out of the gaps, and a small amount of raindrops leaked from the heavy clouds.

The cool raindrops seemed to be an early warning, and the hurried people began to trot, as if the fast forward button had been pressed suddenly.

Li Zhaozhuo, who walks like a walk, is not in a hurry or slow, like an alien among them.

Perhaps it was because of Li Zhaozhuo's tall stature and outstanding appearance that could not be concealed by even a haircut, or perhaps because of his unhurried attitude, even in this rush and chaos, he still won the attention of many passers-by.

Compared with people who can only hear the rustling of raindrops in order to avoid the next heavy rain, and can only feel the slight hit of raindrops on the body, the sloppy Li Zhaozhuo can feel more of the people walking in a hurry.

People shoved each other to get home early, cars kept ringing their bells impatiently, children screamed, and... angrily swearing from the alley.

"Crap! Song Linju, you fucking four-eyed son of a bitch..."

Li Zhaozhuo's sloppy footsteps paused slightly.

Hearing the familiar name, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the alley.

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Soon it will be the first official confrontation between Brother Zhuo and Xiaojuju hehe.

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The alley is not too deep, but the entrance of the alley is narrow and the alley is wide. Unless someone stops to look carefully, it is still difficult to see what is going on inside.

It's a good place to blackmail and fight.

He looked over like this, just in time to see a yellow-haired thug dragging a wooden stick, walking aggressively towards the frail young man standing on the edge of the wall, and several thugs surrounded him.

Haozi said two days ago that Wang Chengyue wanted to find someone to teach Song Linju a lesson. He thought he would threaten Song Linju first, but he didn't expect Lu Ziye to be so ruthless from the beginning.

It's about to use a stick. Seeing Huang Mao's fierceness, Song Linju's body must suffer a lot.

Song Linju, who was being bullied, seemed to have been frightened stupid by the battle. He lowered his head and shrank against the edge of the wall, not daring to move, like a turtle with a shrunken head that hides its ears and steals its bell.

Li Zhaozhuo tapped the phone in his trouser pocket with his fingertips a few times, clicked his tongue, and frowned slightly, but he didn't make a sound to stop it.

Even if Song Linju showed some resistance, he would not stand idly by.

Cowardly person, so what if I help him this time?

It is better to learn to fight back than to rely on other gangs.

No one will help him for the rest of his life.

Although Li Zhaozhuo was not a good person, he didn't like to watch bullying, so he raised his leg and prepared to leave as if he hadn't seen anything.

Approaching, Huang Mao waved his stick at Song Linju with a ferocious face, Song Linju's body was flexible, and the stick hit the wall.

Taking advantage of the numbness in Huang Mao's palm, Song Linju grabbed the stick, leaned over and kicked Huang Mao's chest sideways, the pain made Huang Mao let go of his hand, and took a few steps back.

In a few breaths, the stick was in Song Linju's hands, and the situation was reversed.

He held the stick that was about arm's length and swung it in a half circle, and the punks who rushed forward with Brother Wang just a few steps back in a panic to avoid the stick.

Li Zhaozhuo raised his eyebrows in surprise, and whistled silently for Song Linju's neat skills.

I thought it was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but I didn't expect it to be a wolf cub in sheep's clothing.

Xu thought it was interesting, so Li Zhaozhuo decided not to leave. He found a place with a good view at the entrance of the alley, and leaned against the wall to watch the show, not caring that the rain was getting heavier.

The little gangsters were scared away only for a short time, and when they reacted, they swarmed up again.

After such a toss, they were also a little annoyed.

They couldn't believe it anymore, with so many of them, they couldn't deal with a four-eyed boy.

Song Linju's white and slender pair of sticks, used to test the school's first hand, danced vigorously, and the expression on his face was almost the same as when he was usually solving problems.

The expression is light, and the eyes are focused and sharp.

This chaotic group scene was like an examination room he was familiar with, and he was able to solve the problems with ease and sweep away thousands of troops.

Picking, chopping, turning, swinging, sticks rained down on the body, and the screams of the punks were endless.

Boom...boom...

The dark clouds finally couldn't bear the weight of too much water vapor, a huge purple gap opened in the sky, and the flickering of lightning and the huge thunder gave the last warning.

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