On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community.
One of them was wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt, and his brown hair was permed into small waves; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, and his brown hair was combed sideways.
They are E.J and Derek, both are twelve years old this year, and they are what we commonly call school bullies.
The daily hobby of these two teenagers is to find fault with other students. Whether you are short, ugly, weird, obese, or... simply one or two grades below them, you can be bullied by them.
Your reasons.
Of course, their behavior is not outrageous to both humans and gods. It is nothing more than prank-like bullying... such as tripping you, throwing your snacks to the ground, talking trash, or taking off your hat, etc.
wait.
On this day, e.j. and Derek were walking aimlessly in the community together early in the morning.
Like most American children who lived in the 1980s, in an era when the Internet was far from popular, "going out to play with friends" was their most commonly chosen form of entertainment.
"Hey, look, isn't that Horace that's coming across the street?"
"Yeah, that fat guy is eating Snickers again."
"How about we go up and tidy him up?"
"Just what I wanted."
The two hit it off immediately, and immediately stepped forward and stopped in front of Horace.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our show." E.J stood in front of Horace, raised his right hand, pretended to be holding a microphone, and said in a radio host tone, "Tonight's question is...
What makes Fat Boy so fat?" He looked at Horace and continued maliciously. "Fat Boy, what do you think?"
"Go away, e.j..." Horace replied angrily.
"Well...'Go away. e.j'..." e.j pretended to be thoughtful and repeated the other person's words. Then he said, "...No, this is not a good answer. It's completely
It doesn't make sense..." As he spoke, he handed the "microphone" in his imagination to Derek, and then said, "Let's give the microphone to street reporter Derek and listen to his thoughts.
Bar."
"Hello everyone. I'm Derek." Derek took the "microphone" very cooperatively and said to Horace with a mocking look on his face, "I am currently on a street blocked by the presence of Fatty.
." His sarcasm was not clever, but quite mean. "Hey! Fatty." He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace, "Can you stop eating?"
When he said this, E.J had already reached out and knocked the Snickers bar in Horace's hand to the ground, and crushed it hard several times with the sole of his shoe.
"Listen, I have some problems with gland secretion, okay?" Although Horace looked honest and timid, he did not give in to these two bad boys, but retorted, "At least I'm not like some people
That way...it's hard to use your brain."
"What did you say? Idiot?" After hearing this, E.J immediately raised his voice, pushed Horace, and repeated, "Say it again!"
"My name is not Idiot, my name is Horace!" Horace replied straightforwardly.
"Ha...**...butt..." Derek immediately sneered and pronounced the other person's name crookedly (here he deliberately separated the word "hora" and pronounced it "horeas").
E.J grabbed the comic book held in Horace's other hand, tore it into two and threw it to the ground.
"Oh, no, I accidentally tore it." After doing this, e.j pretended to cover his face with one hand and said, "Maybe this is because my brain is not working well."
Horace looked down at the Snickers bars and comic books on the ground, and muttered something aggrievedly.
Although he spoke very softly, he was still heard by the other party.
"What did you say? Idiot!" e.j's lines were exactly the same as before. Generally speaking, this kind of school bully's brain is really not very good, so his vocabulary is also very limited. "Say it again if you have the guts!"
Horace is indeed quite smart. The honest fat man mustered up the courage and repeated the words he just muttered at a volume that the other party could clearly hear: "I said you two are really bastards."
Before he finished speaking, E.J pushed Horace, rushed forward, and knocked him to the ground.
Then, he sat on Horace's belly, using his height and size advantages to hold down the little fat man, and then gave him a set of bastard punches that swung left and right on his face.
Horace's reaction was the same as that of all children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the area where the opponent hit him, and instinctively closed his eyes.
In fact, e.j's fighting style is not very clever, and he does not use particularly strong force when punching. This kind of punch will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it is not blocked. In the end, he is just a child after all.
It's just a fight. In their consciousness, there is no intention to hurt others. They just want to slap the other person a few times to make the other person beg for mercy.
"Let that kid go!"
However, at this moment, a sharp shout came, interrupting the bullying.
The "severeness" of this "severe"... mainly depends on the tone, but the speaker's voice does not sound intimidating at all, it can even be said to be cute...
"Huh?" E.J, who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was standing nearby and cheering, raised their heads following the sound and looked at a young figure five or six meters away.
This is a little boy wearing a full mini assassin outfit. His outfit is very exquisite. There are gold embroidered trims on the edge of the hood and the details of the clothes. The arm sheaths on the wrists, and the torso and waist are used to hold various props.
Leather cases, knife belts, belts, etc. are all available. Even though these children of the 1980s have never seen or heard the term "Assassin's Creed", the coolness of this outfit itself is enough to make people
I don't know how serious it is.
"What? Do you want to meddle in other people's business? Robin Hood." Derek stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds, then replied in a provocative tone, and took a dig at Xiaotan's appearance.
Because he is three years younger than the other person, Xiaotan's body shape is quite different from that of E.J. and Derek, so the latter's meeting him is completely justified.
"Why don't you find someone who is the same size or bigger than you?" Xiaotan asked a stupid question.
As we all know, bullying and bullying are ironclad rules in the world of delinquents. They usually will not take the initiative unless they have a numerical or physical advantage.
"Hey, you want to be a hero, don't you? Boy." E.J stood up from Horace, and approached Xiaotan with Derek. "I advise you to save it, I don't want to see you
After a while, I cried and went home to complain to my mother."
"Both each other..." Xiao Tan did not take a step back. He stood tall and proud (even though he was only 1.3 meters tall), showing an attitude of being by his side at any time.
After all, he is still an adult. Even if he does not rely on the skills and items in the game, he can beat those two children without relying on the physical character and experience of an adult.
"Watch me beat you up!" Derek and E.J pounced on him together, and used the basic tricks of a child's fight to push him down before talking.
This fighting mode is also a habit they have developed over the years against children whose physiques are worse than their own. Those children usually cannot find a way to escape after being suppressed by someone's weight, so they will be beaten unilaterally.
But... Xiaotan would not give the other party such a chance.
Facing the two teenagers who were nearly a head taller than him and rushing towards him side by side, he decisively put one hand on the ground and performed a three-way sideways kick. In the blink of an eye, his two little feet
The soles of his feet accurately hit the knees of the two men.
The next second, E.J and Derek both screamed, fell to the ground holding their left and right knees respectively, and then rolled on the ground with painful expressions.
"Ah... After all, we are all children, so it can be solved at this level." Xiaotan thought in his mind as he adjusted his posture. "But these two guys are too exaggerated... I barely used any force...
"
Just as he was thinking, the two people had indeed stood up from the ground, but they immediately chose to limp and run in the opposite direction...
"Damn it! Remember this!"
"Haah...haah...wait for me..."
After the two men fled tens of meters in embarrassment, Xiaotan walked to Horace and asked: "Are you okay, kid... uh... buddy." He almost blurted out the words "kid".
call.
"It's okay, thank you." Horace patted the dust on his body and asked excitedly, "I said... you are really amazing, you can actually do that kind of action, what is that? Chinese Kung Fu
?"
"Well... I guess." Xiaotan smiled and replied casually.
Unexpectedly, Horace became more and more excited: "Oh! That's so cool." He paused for half a second and then continued, "Well... my name is Horace, what's your name?"
"It's in vain." Xiao Tan directly said his game nickname. According to his experience, the system usually handles cultural differences in titles.
"Oh, ang, nice to meet you." As expected, Horace's reaction seemed completely out of place.
"Me too, Horace." Xiaotan responded. At this point in the conversation, Xiaotan actually wanted to find a time to leave. Although it was important to be a hero, he still had a mission to do.
"Ah! That's right!" But suddenly, Horace seemed to have thought of something. He widened his eyes and said, "ang, are you interested in joining our club?"
"Club?" Xiao Tan was confused for half a second and asked, "What club?"
Horace did not answer his question immediately, but then asked: "Do you have time now? I will take you to meet a few people."
…………
At the same time, in the same community, on another street.
"Hey~ isn't this Brother Qisha?" Feng Bujue, who was riding a small bicycle, put one foot on the ground and quickly ate the toast in his mouth while looking at the person blocking the way.
The reason why Brother Jue and Qisha can recognize each other is definitely not because they have known each other since childhood. The two mainly rely on their clothes to identify who the other is. After matching the clothes and looking at the faces, you will naturally find some similarities.
Similar to the adult version.
"That's right, it's me." Qisha replied with a smile on his face.
"Are you... out to walk your dog?" Feng Bujue glanced at the big dog being held by the other party and asked with a smile.
"Then you are... coming out to practice driving?" Qisha also glanced at the mount under Brother Jue's crotch and replied.
"Haha... Just wait, I'll lock the car first." Feng Bujue replied with a smile.
"Haha... Just wait, I'll tie up the dog first." Qisha replied with a smile.
The two of them finished their business by a big tree and a fence on the side of the road respectively, and then returned to the pedestrian path on the street.
"I didn't expect that I would be able to fight you so soon." After standing still, Qisha was the first to speak.
"Yes~ Life is full of surprises." Feng Bujue replied.
"Perhaps... the one-on-one duel before us will directly determine the outcome of the entire game." Qisha added.
"That's not necessarily true..." Feng Bujue said, "Our teammates are not weak either... aren't they?"
"Hmph... That's true." Qisha smiled, already in a fighting stance.
Feng Bujue also turned sideways to face the enemy and was ready for contingency.
The two faced off in silence for nearly a minute. During this period, a postman, two morning joggers, a patrolling police car, nine passers-by, and three other naughty children accompanied by their parents came from them.
Walk by or across the street.
Basically... no one kept their eyes on them for more than five seconds.
"ah"
"ah"
Suddenly, the two of them let out a long roar in their own childish voices, then followed the sound and rushed out.
Bang bang bang bang...
Immediately afterwards, they used the physiques of children to perform various gorgeous fighting moves, and launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle on the street.
Although Jue Ge and Qisha didn't mean to let go, their strength and speed... had all been reduced to a very, very low level. As a result, the fighting scene was extremely... cute.
There was no collision of force, no energy that cut through the air, and no dizzying speed. There were just two strong primary school students, going back and forth on the street.
After only ten seconds of fighting, Feng Bujue realized a problem, and he said it directly during the fight: "I'll go...this is wrong! After both sides' physical fitness has declined, you
A guy like this who can use fighting skills has a huge advantage!"
"You can't blame me for this." Qisha responded, "Everyone's body has shrunk, which is fair. It's your own problem that you don't know fighting skills."
"Tch..." Feng Bujue spat unhappily, "Then let's decide the outcome based on our skills!" After saying that, he launched... (To be continued)
