As we all know, the main thing about in-class tests is suddenness and no warning. The more unprepared and panicked the test subjects are, the more excited and happy the test takers will be... Ahem, this is the final effect.
The better.
In short, everything is for the children!
It was with such compassionate thoughts that a certain teacher with ulterior motives decided to sit on the sidelines. Then, Ren Buping, an honest kid in the second grade of junior high school, walked into the unit building without knowing anything.
This is a four-story old-fashioned building. The downstairs facade is a shop, and the three floors above are residential. There is no elevator, and there are no voice-activated lights on the ceiling of the corridor. The entire corridor looks a bit eerie and dark. But it is not completely dark, after all.
It is located facing the street, with street lights and billboards outside, and even the flashing light of car lights from far to near can always shine in through the outer windows of the corridor.
Of course, even if there is no light at all, Ren Buping will not care, let alone be afraid of it, and will quickly go straight to the fourth floor and continue going up.
This kind of old-fashioned residential building has a similar structure. It looks like four floors from the outside, but the stairs inside actually have five floors, and the last floor is connected to the rooftop. As soon as I stepped onto the fifth floor of the stairs, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground above my head.
Ren Buping subconsciously turned sideways and gave in. In the darkness, something fell from the sky. It happened to hit the wooden railing. It bounced up and drew a parabola passing through his eyes. He raised his hand to catch it. It was a red can of Coca-Cola. Of course, it contained...
Empty.
Although this was the only one that fell, from the commotion of bones, there should be quite a few bottles scattered on it. Until, a rather sad sigh sounded faintly in the quiet corridor.
"well--"
Ren Buping looked up when he heard the sound, holding the can? He turned the corner of the stairs and saw a hunched figure leaning down on the small platform between the stairs and the iron gate of the rooftop.
Surrounded by it? Is it a black umbrella? A woven bag, and beverage bottles on the floor. Plastic and aluminum ones? And some rolled down and scattered on the stairs?
It was obvious that he had run out of energy after walking here? He loosened his grip and spilled the woven bag. Fortunately, everyone was fine, and except for the can in Ren Buping's hand, no other bottles fell from the gap in the corridor? It was a blessing in misfortune.
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As for why it’s so late? It’s actually easy to understand why this old man carrying woven bags to the rooftop is carrying a woven bag. For example, the space at home is too small to fit it in. Or maybe the family doesn’t like it and is unwilling to accept the things the old man picked up.
? It is suspected of buried, so the elderly got another storage point on the rooftop ... In short, there may be a lot of reasons and reasonable.
Ren Buping didn't think so much? He was indeed in a hurry now, but bending down a few times obviously didn't delay anything? While climbing up the stairs? He leaned down to pick up the drink bottles scattered on the stairs? He held them in his arms and stepped on them.
Go up to the small platform, put it in the woven bag, and then, without waiting for the old scavenger to react, he collected the bottles on the platform in three strokes.
Finally, pick up the black umbrella on the ground and hand it over.
"Crab... Crab, you..." The old man had just come to his senses at this moment. He straightened up slowly while holding on to his waist. He took the black umbrella and thanked him repeatedly. It might be due to the problem of the teeth and mouth, or the problem of the chest and lungs.
Which part is old and in disrepair, causing the voice to sound a little unclear, but my sincere gratitude is genuine.
Ren Buping shook his head, indicating that it was nothing, then walked around the old man towards the iron gate of the rooftop.
However, his sleeves were gently pulled. When he turned around, he saw the trembling old scavenger taking something out of his coat pocket. He took it out, spread out his palms, and handed over a few fruit candies.
"No, really no, thank you..." Although it was true that he took the initiative to help, Ren Buping obviously did not expect to get anything in return. He was not good at dealing with such interpersonal relationships mixed with good intentions. He just waved his hands repeatedly to show his disapproval.
by.
But the old man was extremely insistent. He held his sleeve with one hand and held the candy in front of Ren Buping's eyes with the other, as if he would not let him go until he took it. For a moment, the latter was a little at a loss.
And just when the arms were touching and pushing each other, "Take it..." The words of comfort were still in my ears, and the alarm bell in my heart had not yet sounded, but my body reacted in advance through conditioned reflexes. I lowered my head, twisted my body, and spun my heels.
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In an instant, in the narrow space, Ren Buping's short figure looked like a spinning top, and his heart was spinning 360 degrees. At the same time, boom, there was an inaudible sound in the air.
, like the movement of wool stretched out, and like the echo of a brush with death.
"...Good boy...huh?!"
They looked at each other, still in the same position. But between Ren Buping and the old scavenger, there was a faint glow. It was a special steel wire as thin as a hair, which is what the industry calls a twisting rope!
It is hidden in the sleeves of the old man. It is difficult to find it if you are not at a very close distance, let alone in such a dark corridor. The reason why it is now exposed is because the surface of the steel wire is dyed with bright red. After it is stretched straight, a
The blood beads bounced up.
This can also be avoided... A blow that was sure to hit Lonely in the end. The scavenger's pupils were trembling, and it was obvious that he couldn't accept it. Before he could recover, the strong wind howled, and an ordinary straight punch was struck.
It was firmly imprinted on his chest.
With a bang, the rickety figure flew off the ground in an instant and smashed open the iron door of the rooftop at the rear. Suddenly, the wind and rain rushed in from outside.
Inside the iron gate, Ren Buping maintained a straight-arm punching posture, with an expressionless face and an undisguised bewilderment on his cheeks.
Yes, just like the dodge action in the land of size just now, the subsequent straight punch was just a defensive counterattack after sensing the external crisis. It was a pure instinctive reaction of the body... Until the punch was blasted out, Ren Buping also
Shocked to realize what he had done, he actually beat up a helpless old man...
the fat is in the fire!
As soon as I thought of this, I subconsciously took a step forward, but then I paused. I raised my hand and touched my neck. Behind my earlobe, there was some moisture. I took my hand away and found that the fingertips were dark red and mixed with a few broken hairs. I realized later.
He frowned, wait, this old man... doesn't seem normal?
Okay, don’t complain about the reflection arc of Ren Buping’s children’s shoes. It’s actually complicated, but in fact, the change only happens in an instant.
"Ahem...how did you find me?"
A slightly weird Chinese accent came from outside the iron gate. Now that it had been exposed, the old man simply stopped hiding it and stood up from the ground, stroking his chest. His height was almost the same as the iron gate. His old and rickety figure instantly became
He was tall and powerful, but his attitude was quite polite. He asked in a asking tone, "Or have I exposed any obvious flaws?"
"There are flaws..." After a moment of silence, Ren Buping looked at the woven bag on the ground, his eyes showing some remorse, "Ordinary plastic bottles are nothing, but cans are different. After scavengers pick them up, they usually remove them first.
It's crushed and bagged."
"Ha, that's it." The old scavenger shook his head mockingly and smiled, "That makes sense. No wonder you were able to escape the sneak attack just now..."
Yes, after being knocked away by a punch and regaining consciousness, he didn't believe that Ren Buping's amazing dodge was just a reaction on the spot. That was absolutely impossible. In the situation just now, there was no killing intention at all.
A perfect shot, let alone a half-grown child, even if a senior colleague came over, he would still be absolutely confident of succeeding in a sneak attack.
Therefore, he was more willing to believe that Ren Buping had noticed something in advance and was mentally prepared to avoid this fatal blow.
But is this really the case?
Similar to the fact that there are no flaws in the can, it is just Ren Buping's analysis from the perspective of hindsight. It is also known as hindsight. It is also used to remind myself to pay attention to details in the future. That's it. It has nothing to do with anything else.
As for that amazing dodge... to be honest, Ren Buping didn't think it was that amazing, it was just a bit thrilling at best.
This is not pretentious, that's what Ren Buping really feels. Rather than saying that he hid well, it's more that the other party is not very good at sneak attacks... Compared with what he has experienced from his teacher in the past two years,
Raid after raid, failed again and again, 'killed' again and again... This person in front of me is really nothing!
Of course, Ren Buping would not discuss the above thoughts with the old man scavenging, and there was no need to do so. Ding Ding looked at the wrinkles on the face of the old man scavenging, and said thoughtfully: "You are also a crooked nut, unlike before.
Are those two crooked nuts working together?"
The old scavenger seemed startled when he heard this, then shook his head and laughed: "Just think of it like this, I don't care whether you are from the Chinese special department or have other origins, these are not important anymore... I didn't plan to take action.
Yes, you shouldn’t have followed me in. Now, I have no choice but to..."
The words stopped suddenly, but it was Ren Buping who seized the moment when the former was standing under the rain and decisively launched an attack.
Seeing this, the old scavenger couldn't help but sneered. He had caught the opportunity quite well... He shook his head slightly and closed his mouth. It was just an accident that he was blown away by a punch. Not to mention anything else, just judging from the most intuitive physiques of both parties, this
There is no need to avoid its sharp edge, just run over it head-on.
Using the big to bully the small? Using the strong to bully the weak?
Yes, that’s right, that’s it!
The underground world has its own set of operating rules. To put it bluntly, if you are young, you deserve to be bullied, and if you are weak, you deserve to be abused... Oh, no, if you are not so tender, you should deserve to die!
Squinting at the wind that swept his legs, the old scavenger turned sideways and took the initiative to bend his arms forward. The next script has been written. After parrying this side kick, he reached out and grabbed the opponent's ankle, either smashing or throwing it. The game was over.
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With such calculations, the next moment, the shadow of the whistling legs hit the muscular arms, boom - the disdainful smile froze at the corner of the mouth for an instant!