Under the scorching sun in the afternoon, the Xinfeng No. 9 Middle School playground, which had been deserted for a long time, suddenly became noisy again. The nearly 700 junior high school students who had received their junior high school diplomas more than a month ago were actually more present than before. Today, the No. 9 Middle School
The high school admission notices for 2004 were issued uniformly, and even those students who had no chance of high school did not want to miss the last reunion of their junior high school days.
The Ninth Middle School, located in the core of Xinfeng Old Town, like most of the buildings in the old town, highlights the essence of the old. In addition, it was once a beach land, and the foundations of the buildings are unstable. The simple brick-and-tile bungalows further reflect the old.
The old urban area has a population of one million and GDP growth figures. Among the thirteen prefecture-level cities in Ningxi Province, it is definitely a city that local parents and officials can use as a solid political achievement. The erection of such a middle school with mainly bungalows will really affect the city appearance.
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In the last row of more than a dozen rows of bungalows, which is the student public restroom, five teenagers who looked like students stopped in front of the arch of the boys' public restroom and stared silently at the playground. Except for the young man in the middle who was slightly brooding, the other four all showed their youthful arrogance. Two of them
He was still holding a cigarette in his mouth and puffing out smoke with a very skillful movement. He had at least two or three years of experience.
They were dressed the same, wearing white slim-fitting T-shirts and light blue jeans. They were very eye-catching. The boys who were going to the toilet one after another either carefully walked around them or were proud to say hello to them. Many of them were
The little boy who took the initiative to talk used an almost humble smile in exchange for even a casual nod from any of the five people. It was like he had gained a huge reputation. He seemed to have the capital to look down on the little boys who were careful to avoid him, and he suddenly became arrogant.
Why?
Because the five teenagers are the most famous among the junior high school students in the Ninth Middle School, the five tigers in the Ninth Middle School: Yang Chen, Sun Yu, Wang Xiaofei, Hao Yong, and Li Feng.
The Five Tigers, the name given to the five of them by the students of the Ninth Middle School, made Yang Chen, the core figure of this small circle, very helpless. The name of the Five Tigers was too vulgar, and it was not as good as F5 or the Little Tigers.
"Yang Zi, you are amazing. Your high school entrance examination score is over ten points above the first grade. We, the five brothers, are counting on you to get into a decent university in the future." The young man who spoke is called Sun Yu. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and shoulder-length hair.
Brother Haonan is obviously plagiarized from Young and Dangerous. He flicks off the ashes like an old smoker and stares sideways at the young man in the middle. His eyes are full of smiles and there is a hint of admiration without any impurity.
"It's just so-so, as long as it doesn't embarrass your parents."
In the center is a short-haired boy who is nearly 1.8 meters tall. He has a subtle smile and a face that looks like Takeshi Kaneshiro. It attracts several girls not far away to look back frequently. This boy does have the capital to attract women. His slim-fitting T-shirt makes it easy for others to mistake him.
His upper body muscles are clearly outlined after years of gymnastics. The jeans that are neither thin nor baggy just set off his long and strong legs to an almost perfect shape. His long legs are waisted, and his shoulders are straight and stylish. Such a figure is very likely to make you want to be satisfied.
The mature woman ignores his age and just wants to have sex with him.
He is Yang Chen, recognized by the students of No. 9 Middle School as the best brother in the school. His buddies call him Yang Zi, and most of the other peers who know him call him Brother Chen.
"You are so humble. I despise you." Sun Yu looked at his good friend's restrained smile and sighed. The other three chuckled in unison, seemingly agreeing with Sun Yu's statement and thinking that Yang Chen was being modest.
They really admire Yang Chen, who is proficient in CS, StarCraft, Warcraft, football, and basketball, and his methods of fighting and beating people are even more amazing, almost comparable to the tough and most unreasonable performance by Jet Li in the movie "The Bodyguard of Zhongnanhai"
What's more, Yang Chen has been hanging out with the four of them for three years, and his academic performance has always been around the top ten in the class. Looking at No. 9 Middle School, there is no such thing as such an unbelievable student.
"It's just the beginning, there's a long way to go." Yang Chen looked at the distant sky with his deep eyes. The seventeen-year-old boy revealed a depth that adults may not be able to understand. This depth has nothing to do with pretense, but is the humbleness of a rough life.
The maturity given to him by his family background.
Just like the abnormal skills he has developed by studying kung fu with his neighbor Uncle Zhang for ten years, it is not the chivalrous man he imagined ten years ago who could kill a person in ten steps and leave no trace behind. He just wanted to make his weak and sick self
Be stronger, spend less on medical expenses, and avoid worsening the situation for your already struggling family after your parents are laid off.
The five teenagers fell into silence again, wondering what they would be like in the future: domineering or cynical, or living a mediocre life?
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There are twelve classes in the third grade of Ninth Middle School, with fifty or sixty students in each class. Nearly 700 people occupy twelve classrooms in two rows of bungalows. Classes 130 to 135 are in the same row. Outside the classroom, boys and girls gather together and chat.
Looking forward to a bright future and thinking about the high school life that is about to begin.
Two unexpected guests broke the relaxed atmosphere.
The noise gradually decreased, and the attention of the boys and girls quickly shifted to the two of them, and they immediately held their breath and concentrated, because the two people who came were definitely not kind people. The tall and thin boy on the left who was cool and coaxing was Ma Mingming, the head thorn in Class 135.
The person who came with Ma Mingming was obviously not a student. He was in his twenties, with a clean shaven head. He wore a plaid shirt, plaid loose shorts and flip-flops. He held his head high and looked down fiercely at the surrounding students as he walked. No one dared to compete with the bald young man.
Eye contact.
At this moment, this bald head is really in the limelight!
"That guy is Erdan, brother-in-law Ma Mingming, who has just been released from prison."
Someone knows the "legendary" who left a glorious deed in No. 9 Middle School four years ago. The initiator of the fight among 12.' middle school students that shocked the city four years ago was this Erdan. For a girl, he gathered six companions and hacked more than a dozen people with knifes.
As a result, nine vocational high school students were hospitalized and two were seriously injured. Such a brilliant record shocked batches of juniors and juniors.
"Brother-in-law, it's him!" Ma Mingming's face covered with acne looked ferocious, pointing at a weak boy in simple clothes in front of the door of Class 133.
The weak boy looked anxiously at the two approaching people, at a loss. Before the holiday, he accidentally kicked Ma Mingming in the face while playing football. Ma Mingming, who was the most important figure in the No. 9 Middle School, was about to take action, but Yang Chen, who happened to be there, glared at him.
He lost his temper and became dejected. Two months later, he thought the matter was over, but it backfired.
Erdan smiled ferociously, walked up to the weak boy in three steps and two steps, and without any hesitation stretched out his hands to grab the boy's hair, pushed the boy's head up to his waist, and then kicked him hard with his big feet wearing flip-flops.
When he faced the boy, Ma Mingming next to him also kicked and kicked him wildly and unscrupulously!
The weak boy's old, white and cheap T-shirt and the washed-out jeans were soon printed with more than a dozen large and messy footprints. The weak boy who was among the top students in his grade did not dare to struggle at all, or even use his hands.
He blocked the way and allowed the two of them to take turns raising their feet to hit his face.
Cowardly? Useless?
Maybe a bit, but asking a shy boy with good character and academic skills who will blush and get nervous if a girl looks at him a few times to resist two bastards who regard fighting as an honorable activity is no different from chasing a duck to the shelf. Let's ask all the boys around, how can this happen?
Who dares to resist and struggle, I'm afraid not.
The weak boy seemed to be numb and silently endured the punches and kicks. However, every time his thin body, which made others feel humble, was kicked, his heart ached like a needle pricking him. The pain his body endured, and the drops of nosebleeds, it didn't matter!
Only when a man sheds some blood and sweats can he mature.
But the pain and humiliation he endured in his heart made his self-esteem and self-confidence built up with excellent academic performance gradually collapse. He didn't know how to face the onlookers afterwards. He bent over and was beaten so many times that he couldn't count how many times he received it. He only listened to Er Dan's words.
: "You're a very honest boy. I won't punish you to death today."
Once he finished speaking, he let go of his hand, lit a cigarette and walked away with his mouth open. Ma Mingming sent his uncle away and swaggered back, glaring fiercely at the weak boy who was still wiping his nosebleed at the door of the class, and gave him a slightly contented sneer.
, walked to the classroom of Class 135, and held back for two months to take action, purely because his uncle, a powerful backer, was not released from prison, and he really did not dare to deal with the boy who had been a classmate of Yang Chen for nine years.
"The teachers' meeting has ended. All junior high school students will return to the classroom immediately and wait for the head teacher to issue high school admission notice." The voice amplified by the loudspeaker echoed around the campus of No. 9 Middle School.
Boys and girls flocked to various classrooms.
A farce of bullying seemed to have ended quietly.
The noisy campus gradually became deserted. Yang Chen and his four best friends walked slowly towards the classroom. Yang Chen, who finally entered the classroom, found that the boy who had been in the same class for nine years in elementary school and junior high school had a bruised nose and face. He was lowering his head to accept the strange looks from the whole class. Yang Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly and slowly
Ask: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong?"
The boy nicknamed Xiaoyu kept saying it was okay, but when he saw Yang Chen coming, the sorrow and grievance he had suppressed in his heart suddenly overflowed, and he almost burst into tears. He glared hard and stared back the tears, not wanting the whole class to see him for the second time.
I saw his cowardly side and didn't want to cause trouble to my good friend of nine years.
The seemingly cowardly Xiaoyu interprets the true meaning of the word "righteousness" in his own way.
"Ma Mingming did it." The girl at Xiaoyu's desk muttered in anger. Yang Chen turned around and walked out of the classroom expressionlessly after hearing this. He went straight to Class 135. All the students in Class 133 stretched their necks and looked out the window. Many boys stared at the gradual
The aloof figure who was walking far away was filled with inexplicable blood, imagining how cool and cool it would be to be the one who dared to be domineering for his brothers.
It's a pity that those who only have the courage to be obscene are destined to play supporting roles in other people's life dramas.
