In fact, in a sense, the persistence and stubbornness of teenagers are far greater than that of adults, because adults may be tired of struggling in society, but children are not because they have not suffered too many setbacks.
Because they do not have a thorough understanding of this cold society, they always have an unreasonable self-confidence.
Therefore, Yan Xiaoyu knew that Li Yibo would definitely not simply let him go. If he sent ten people today, he might send twenty or thirty people tomorrow.
He is not possessed by Ultraman, nor can he explode into a Super Saiyan, nor can he use dynamic light waves.
So he chose to deal with it rationally.
His slender body easily avoided the stick, and there was still a faint smile of disdain on the corner of his mouth.
Yan Xiaoyu took advantage of this gap and ran to the opposite side, then immediately took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number and said immediately: "Back Street of Lixin Middle School."
After saying this, he put his cell phone back in his trouser pocket, and Wu Kong, who received the call over there, naturally started to form a group and rush here.
This is their tacit understanding, the indestructible tacit understanding that they work together to fight together all year round!
Even though the other party's words were only six short words, he still knew what kind of situation Yan Xiaoyu was facing. His tone was so urgent, so naturally he wouldn't want to drink tea with him!
After making the phone call, Yan Xiaoyu focused entirely on the group fight. Oh, of course it was someone else who was beating him.
I thought these people were gangsters on the street, but it turned out that Yan Xiaoyu seemed to have been wrong. Their coordination was perfect, they sandwiched themselves in the middle, and then swung the stick together.
Moreover, the distribution of attacks was also very clear. Some people kept staring at their heads, while others only hit them on their legs.
He quickly squatted down and then stretched out his legs suddenly. The sound of two baseball bats colliding together was heard above his head. Yan Xiaoyu smiled but said calmly: "To be honest, you are basically the best fighter among the garbage!
There are so many people who can't even lift an arm of mine. It's really hard for me to imagine if there is any defect in your brain structure."
Yan Xiaoyu curled up her lips with a smile, but she was deliberately trying to annoy them. Such close cooperation made him a little unbearable. He received several sap blows on his shoulders, which made him feel numb and sore. The strength of these people
It's too big, but it's hard to imagine whether he would faint if he was accidentally hit on the head.
Provoke them, causing them to lose their calmness, lose their stable cooperation, become angry and crazy.
This was the only way that Yan Xiaoyu could think of to defeat them. Sure enough, after hearing this, they swung their sticks significantly faster, attacking Yan Xiaoyu like raindrops, but the more scattered the attacks, the easier they were to dodge them.
, because any attack without precise calculation will be full of blind spots.
Such a fight is obviously very easy for Yan Xiaoyu. In fact, there are many more tragic situations. I remember that when I was messing around in a vocational high school, I seemed to have offended a rich kid, and then the boy sent out nearly ten bodyguards of his own.
Yan Xiaoyu was punched and kicked.
At that time, Yan Xiaoyu was not yet an adult, and his strength was even smaller than now. Moreover, those people were well-trained, and some of them even did not blink an eye.
One of them, whose eyes were red, pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it at Yan Xiaoyu. Yan Xiaoyu's face was full of panic at that time, but the facts were in front of him, but he couldn't let him break free. Between the lightning and flint, he
He actually held the dagger with his hand and forcefully controlled the dagger to advance one centimeter in his direction.
Then he used all his strength to turn his wrist and stab the opposite man in the abdomen with the blade. However, what he received in return was an even more brutal blow from his companion.
Yan Xiaoyu could no longer remember the battle situation at that time. He only remembered that he was seriously injured and lay in the hospital for almost half a month. However, no one came to visit him or ask questions during that half month.
Is he okay? Really not.
After that, he dropped out of school because he felt that there was no point in living like this. Then he fell into deeper darkness and suffered more serious injuries. But in short, he became stronger, did not die, and survived well.
...
I don’t know why, but this kind of life-threatening situation actually brings back memories of the past. I wonder, are you going to transform into a literary and artistic youth?
Yan Xiaoyu smiled self-deprecatingly, but the feelings he had felt many years ago suddenly echoed in his heart again, with a tingling pain in his heart.
----------------No one will pity the loneliness of the weak, but the loneliness of the strong is called loneliness.
At this moment, two white vans stopped at the entrance of the alley, and dozens of men with bright machetes rushed down.
Yan Xiaoyu turned around and greeted the young man at the front gently: "Wukong, help me deal with them."
After saying this, he turned around and wanted to get in the car and take a rest.
But at this moment, the men who attacked Yan Xiaoyu with baseball bats all said in unison: "Angkor!"
Wu Kong not only has his own place, but is also favored by Yan Xiaoyu, so he also has great prestige in the gang.
Because he accepted the task of protecting Jin Shaoyang, all of Yan Xiaoyu's subordinates were transferred to Wu Kong's banner. His current identity is terrifyingly clean.
Jin Yiren is actually really selfish, but at least it shows his love and concern for his son. However, Yan Xiaoyu is very hesitant. Why can his father just walk away so casually and not even call him for several years? Maybe there is.
One day he was hacked to death with a knife and no one cared.
Hearing those people calling Wu Kong, Yan Xiaoyu stopped, with a smile in his ethereal pure black pupils. This time, something good seemed to be in store.
Sure enough, when Wu Kong saw them, his face that was full of energy just now darkened for a moment. He originally wanted to have a good fight with his younger brother, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such an unlucky thing.
Yan Xiaoyu slowly raised the corner of his mouth and added jealousy: "Wukong, don't tell me that they are your people."
Wu Kong looked at Yan Xiaoyu with a somewhat stiff expression: "Brother Yu, I'm sorry, how are you going to punish them?"
The words he spoke with the tenderness of water in his eyes as dark as night were extremely cruel. Yan Xiaoyu was not a kind person and had never been: "Do you still remember what I said last time? It was the time about Wu Zhantian.
matter."
His voice was very steady, but Wu Kong shuddered violently. Yan Xiaoyu had never shown such an expression to him before. He was condescending and full of questions, and the cold light shining in his eyes made him unable to get close and no longer like him.
He put his arms around his shoulders as affectionately as before and called him brother.
"...Remember." Wu Kong's voice was hesitant and he lowered his head deeply, looking very lonely: "Brother Yu, you said you don't like people from gangs coming to school to pollute students, you said
You don’t like people in gangs intervening in conflicts between teachers and students. You said you don’t like people in gangs selling their personalities and doing unscrupulous things for money.”
He repeated the words of the young man in front of him, word by word, but what he got in exchange was a cold and mocking smile: "You go down first, I will ask them myself. Although they are not my direct subordinates, they are mine after all."
Doesn’t it matter?”
Yan Xiaoyu was really angry. He hadn't been this angry for a long time. After all, Wu Zhantian's sneak attack on him last time could be tolerated because they were not his subordinates. He still believed that there was true love everywhere in the world, but he didn't expect that they were separated.
A few days later, a huge irony befell him. His most disdainful behavior turned out to be something his own people would do. For money that reeked of copper, would he go so far as to do it?
He walked up to those people and showed a cold smile: "What's your name?"
He looked at the leading man, his voice was calm with a hint of chill.
The corner of Wu Kong's mouth next to him twitched twice. It turned out that the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince had been together for a long time, and they looked like a couple!
"Dong Yan." The leading man lowered his head as he spoke.
Yan Xiaoyu twitched and narrowed his eyes dangerously, his golden hair showing a dark color in the shadow: "When did you join the Desire Gang?"
Yan Xiaoyu's expression is very, very serious and very determined.
Dong Yan still doesn't know what he did wrong. Even if he identified the wrong person and hit the wrong boss, but you didn't have the words "I am your boss" on your face, how could I know!?!
Dong Yan roared in his heart but lowered his eyes and replied: "Last week."
Yan Xiaoyu looked at him with a smile, but the look in his eyes was particularly peaceful. He seemed to be very gentle, and it seemed that such a smile was just a habit: "Newcomer, has anyone ever told you not to be too arrogant?
This is indeed a fact. "
Dong Yan didn't understand what he meant, but he could only say stiffly: "Brother Yu, I was wrong."
Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyes and glanced at him. The corners of her eyebrows were raised slightly. There was a faint light on her body. Dong Yan looked a little distracted. Why do people on this road still have such aura and such light...
...
"Oh? What's wrong?" Yan Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows again, with a smile on his lips. He looked completely different from how he looked on campus.
"I shouldn't have attacked you." Dong Yan's head lowered lower and lower, almost touching the ground.
Yan Xiaoyu continued to ask, but with a hint of confusion: "Why?"
I thought he would have a conscience and say that because he is an excellent people's teacher and has sacrificed his life and blood for the education of the motherland, he should not be harmed. However, Dong Yan's thin lips slightly raised, and what he said was completely different.