Jiang Guanyu couldn't laugh or cry.

I immediately understood what was going on.

No. 2 Middle School, I was scared of being beaten by a female tyrannosaurus.

There are not as many young martial artists in No. 2 Middle School as there are in No. 1 Middle School. Every martial artist is like a treasure to the school.

The two high schools are always in fierce competition.

Two years ago, Bao Li swept through the martial arts disciples of No. 2 Middle School, beating them up and sending them to a hospital together for more than half a month, leaving the entire No. 2 Middle School in disgrace.

Now that the college entrance examination is approaching, the school leaders of No. 2 Middle School are worried that the old tricks of No. 1 Middle School will be repeated and they will injure the martial arts disciples of No. 2 Middle School on the pretext of comparing their skills, causing them to be unable to take the college entrance examination, so they are so defensive.

No wonder, the only guard in the No. 1 Middle School is an old man, Mr. Chen, while the No. 2 Middle School has two young and strong security guards guarding the gate.

"Call Jiaoxi Jin, call Jiaoxi Jin."

Ban Cuntou picked up the walkie-talkie and started calling.

They parted at thirty-seven, but they clenched the rubber stick in their hands as if facing a formidable enemy, staring at Jiang Guanyu in the guard room without blinking, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead nervously.

Just kidding, what is locked up here is an extremely cruel manure digger. Compared to Paulie, a female tyrannosaurus, her reputation is even worse.

At the very least, the female tyrannosaurus had some discretion in attacking the martial arts students from the same school, and she only attacked the martial arts disciples from their second middle school harshly.

But the man in front of him is a ruthless man who can explode even the school's martial arts disciples. If he breaks out now, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Thinking about that outcome, panic flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously tightened his buttocks.

"Zila, what's going on?"

As the two security guards waited tremblingly, a steady voice finally came from the intercom.

"Jin Jiaoxi, there is... a martial arts disciple from No. 1 Middle School came to our No. 2 Middle School. We have locked him in the guard room. What should we do now? Please give us instructions."

Ban Cuntou's face lit up and he hurriedly reported the news.

"A martial artist from No. 1 Middle School? Who? What's his name?"

Jin Jiaoxue's somewhat casual tone suddenly became nervous.

"It's called Jiang Guanyu."

Ban Cun Tou replied quickly.

Seeing that Jiaoxi Jin was silent, he must have never heard of this name, so he quickly added: "He is the one who is called the manure digger."

"It's him?"

Professor Jin's voice suddenly increased, and there was even a hint of excitement in his tone: "You guys wait, keep an eye on him, I'll go over now."

"yes."

Ban Cun Tou responded quickly.

Thinking that Mr. Jin was coming soon made them more courageous and they felt less scared.

Jiang Guanyu sat on the desk in the guard room nonchalantly, feeling too serious about it.

The Second Middle School was afraid that the martial arts disciples from the First Middle School would come to cause trouble, but he was not here to cause trouble, he was just here to visit his little sister.

Even if the leader of the Second Lieutenant Colonel is unreasonable, he would not be so shameless as to charge him with picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Therefore, he is as stable as an old dog now, just waiting for the school leader to come over and explain clearly.

Little did he know that he was currently on the playground of No. 2 Middle School.

With a look of excitement hidden on his face, Jiaoxi Jin shouted to the students who were training: "All martial arts disciples, assemble immediately."

Wow!

The students who were classified as martial arts students gathered quickly and formed a long queue.

Those students who were not among the martial arts disciples looked at them from afar, with envy in their eyes.

"Jin Xi, are you going to have a competition?"

Among the team, a short and stocky boy with muscles all over his body asked excitedly.

"Feng Zijing, why are you so excited about a confrontation? Have you ever won a competition before?"

Another tall, strong, and handsome student mocked disdainfully.

"Hahaha, madman, the team you lead is too weak. If you start a confrontation with us, you're almost done."

"Madman, you think you will have a chance to make a comeback this time after you almost defeated us last time. I tell you, there is no way."

…

The few students beside him were obviously in the same group as him. They all burst into laughter when they heard this, and they ridiculed Feng Zijing's team.

The faces of several team members beside Feng Zijing turned red and they clenched their fists angrily.

Feng Zijing gritted his teeth and shouted coldly: "Zhao Yutang, what are you proud of? Do you really think you are so powerful that you have the ability to challenge me in a duel?"

Zhao Yutang's face suddenly turned red when he shouted at him like this. He wanted to agree immediately, but when he thought about how this guy fought like a madman, he felt a little scared.

It's not that his strength is not as good as Feng Zijing's, but that this guy is an out-and-out lunatic, with a life-threatening fighting style. However, this guy's ability to resist blows is amazing, and every move will cause injuries. Every time he fights, it's not him.

Lifting him down means his opponent is being lifted down.

Of course, more often than not, both parties are carried down together.

It was this madman's desperate fighting style that stole Zhao Yutang's position as the fourth martial arts disciple.

This made Zhao Yutang very unwilling, so he was always his enemy. With the help of his teammates, he defeated Feng Zijing again and again to gain a psychological balance.

Just when Zhao Yutang was unable to step down and decided to accept Feng Zijing's challenge, Professor Jin opened his mouth in time to clear up the situation.

"Okay, everyone, please be quiet. Just now, I received a notice from the guard that the martial arts disciples from No. 1 Middle School are here again..."

Before Professor Jin finished speaking, the students immediately went into a rage.

"What? These guys in No. 1 Middle School are really bullying people."

"Damn it, I really thought we were still the soft persimmons we were two years ago."

"Shi Ke can't be humiliated. Let's fight them."

"Jin Xi, how many people are here? We accept the challenge."

"Wait, don't worry, everyone, who is here? Isn't it still the female tyrannosaurus?"

…

I don’t know who it was, but suddenly mentioned the female tyrannosaurus.

The scene instantly fell into deathly silence, and everyone fell into silence.

There was nothing I could do about it. When Bao Li challenged the entire No. 2 Middle School martial arts disciples by herself, she had completely frightened them out of fear.

Even though they have been practicing hard day and night for the past two years, no one has the courage to face that legendary evil girl.

Jin Jiaoxi sighed secretly, slightly disappointed.

He knew that Paulie had left an indelible psychological shadow on them.

In other words, their mentality has collapsed.

This is extremely detrimental to their future development.

Warriors need to be fearless and move forward bravely in order to achieve greater achievements.

As a teacher, he now became more determined to use Jiang Guanyu as a grindstone for his students.

Only a hearty victory can help the students regain their confidence and weaken the psychological burden caused by Paulie.

"No, it's not Bao Li, but a martial arts disciple named Jiang Guanyu."
Chapter completed!