Meng Xiaoan did not speak enthusiastically like those animals, but was thinking about the problem. He had been thinking about what kind of talent he could practice martial arts with Bronze. After seeing the scene of Bronze being so arrogant in the hotel, Meng Xiaoan's heart was full of expectations.
, facing dozens of enemies, one person was calm and fearless, and calmly knocked down the man named Tattoo. Although the Lion King scared those people away in the end, the bronze martial arts aroused great interest in Meng Xiaoan
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Meng Xiaoan went straight to the library after class and found some books on Chinese martial arts, but there were only a few. He did read about martial arts. After a rough look through them, he found that they were all about fists and legs, and they were just for physical fitness. This was not the same as what he wanted.
His martial arts were a little different. Those martial arts were only on TV. He didn't want to practice the kind of martial arts that required bronze to practice and kill people.
Meng Xiaoan had not gained anything in librarianship and was feeling a little depressed. He came to the football field alone. There were senior students playing football on the field.
Suddenly he felt a pain in his head, as if he had been hit by something, and a football rolled to his feet.
"Boy, kick the ball over here, hurry up. Don't waste our time."
"Hey, what are you looking at? Kick the ball over here."
The senior high school student who shouted saw Xiao An looking at the football like a fool and asked him to kick the ball over.
Meng Xiaoan looked down at the football under his feet, too lazy to move his feet.
"Boy, you have something wrong with your ears." A senior who was a head taller than Meng Xiaoan stopped Meng Xiaoan.
"If I ask you to stop playing football, will you die?" A boy with dyed red hair and earrings said with a sinister smile, "You look down on us brothers."
Soon several seniors stopped Meng Xiaoan.
Meng Xiaoan felt a little scared, but the look on her face was very calm.
"No, I just don't want to play football." Meng Xiaoan didn't want to cause trouble and wanted to pass in front of them.
"I can't tell you, you kid, are being pushy." The boy with the earrings suddenly pushed Meng Xiaoan, "Boy, you are in the first year of high school, don't you know our origins?"
"It's true that I am a freshman in high school, and I don't want to know your origins." Meng Xiaoan said neither humble nor arrogant. He knew that the more timid and fearful he was, the more arrogant these people would be, and they might blackmail him.
This kind of thing happens often in school. Meng Xiaoan has seen it several times.
"Boss, this guy seems a little arrogant." A guy with acne on his face said to the guy who was a head taller than Meng Xiaoan.
"Boy, what's your name?" the boss asked, squinting at Meng Xiaoan's example, "You seem to look down on us."
"I don't look down on you." Meng Xiaoan raised his head. It's not that he was afraid of them. If he called out these birdmen like bronze and fell to the ground like dead dogs within three seconds, he would not be unreasonable, but
He will never allow anyone to bully him.
"It looks like I look down on us." The boss said looking for trouble, and pushed Meng Xiaoan again, and Meng Xiaoan took two steps back.
Before Meng Xiaoan could stand still, he was slapped hard on the back of the head.
Meng Xiaoan felt so damn painful.
"What do you want to do?" Meng Xiaoan looked at the boss with cold eyes, "Beat me or blackmail me?"
The elder brother didn't expect that Meng Xiaoan would dare to speak like this, so he laughed sinisterly and said: "I'll beat you up, and then I'll blackmail you."
"Beat this kid." The boss shouted loudly.
"Bronze." Meng Xiaoan didn't want to be proud of himself, so he called "Bronze."
But unexpectedly, bronze did not appear.
A minute later, Meng Xiaoan failed and fell directly to the ground.
"Young man, you have to drink a toast instead of eating a fine drink. Don't be so arrogant in the future." The eldest brother spat on Meng Xiaoan's face, "Also, give us a hundred yuan tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll beat you every time."
Meng Xiaoan fell to the ground in pain ###.
Meng Xiaoan stood up unsteadily and looked at his body, which was bruised and bruised.
"Do you know what it feels like to be beaten?" A bronze voice sounded.
Meng Xiaoan turned around and saw Bronze standing behind him. Meng Xiaoan had an angry look on his face.
"Why don't you come out?"
Bronze said: "You are very angry because you can't defeat them alone, so you need me, but one day when I am not by your side, who can you rely on? You will not have the desire to be a strong person if you have not been beaten.
of the fighter’s fighting spirit.”
Meng Xiaoan suppressed the anger in his heart.
"I'm sorry." Meng Xiaoan exhaled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You are right, I just rely too much on you."
"As a bodyguard, I failed in my duty." Bronze's hand suddenly punched himself.
With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out.
"You don't have to be like this." Meng Xiaoan's eyes widened, this bronze was so unexpected.
