On the basketball court in the center of the playground, there were groups of students watching the excitement, discussing something constantly.
"Classmate, who is causing trouble with whom?"
"They are from the second and first grade of high school. Over there is Huang Mao from class 6 of the second grade of high school. Over here is the prince from class 13 of the first grade of high school."
"Oh, it seems that the freshman in high school is going to be abused again,"
"Well, the second year of high school is the most powerful,"
Following everyone's gaze, the crowd was divided into two groups in the center, with a total of more than thirty people.
"Huang Mao, we are playing sports here, why do you drive us away?" A student with a shaved cockscomb glared angrily at the yellow-haired young man opposite.
Huang Mao patted the basketball casually: "Why, I rely on this," he said, raising his fist: "I've heard of you, the prince of Class 13, right? You want to be a leader in high school,"
The prince snorted coldly: "Huang Mao, it's not your turn to speak about the matter of the First Department of Higher Education."
"I'll wipe it," Huang Mao cursed, pointed at the prince and shouted, "Boy, I'll let you know right away, if it's my turn to speak."
"Wang Fen, don't argue with them," Zhang Xue stood in front of the prince and persuaded him.
"Zhang Xue, get out of the way," the prince looked at Zhang Xue and shook his head.
Huang Mao looked Zhang Xue up and down: "Hey, this is the goddess Zhang Xue from the first grade of high school. Hey, girl, do you have a partner? Can you consider me?"
When Zhang Xue heard this, she looked at Huang Mao coldly: "You can't consider it."
"Well, why,"
"You're so ugly, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat when I look at you," Zhang Xue said coldly.
"Damn it," Huang Mao was furious and gritted his teeth: "Go away, I don't like beating women,"
The prince pulled Zhang Xue back: "Zhang Xue, this matter is not something you, the squad leader, can handle," he said, raising his hands: "Brothers, Huang Mao wants to interfere in our senior high school affairs, what should we do?"
"Beat," the students behind the prince all shouted.
Huang Mao smiled mockingly: "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Today, I will teach you the rules of No. 1 Middle School."
"What rules," a joking voice said.
"Whoever has the biggest fist rules," Huang Mao sneered, looking at the speaker, "Who are you? Do you want to stand up for Class 13?"
Xiao Feng shrugged: "Wei Tudou, you have no status in No. 1 Middle School. Look, this Huangmao thinks you don't exist."
"Haha, I will let him know my existence today," Wei Wei shook his neck and walked towards Huang Mao.
Xiao Feng also laughed. He remembered Wei Wei's habit. Whenever Wei Wei wanted to hit someone, he would shake his neck first, follow Wei Wei, and walk to the prince: "Tell me, what's going on? "
The prince glanced at Wei Wei: "Old Ban, we were playing basketball, and he brought people over to look for trouble."
"Oh, he came here to make trouble. Wang Fen, are you a man? If anyone comes to make trouble, beat him. If he is ignorant, then beat him to make him sensible," Wei Wei glanced at Huang Mao and said lightly.
The prince was stunned and said, "Fight." This was the first time in his life that he encountered a teacher who encouraged fighting.
"You are the head teacher of Class 13, you have nothing to do here, just go and do whatever you have to do," Huang Mao glared at Wei Wei in a very unfriendly tone.
Xiao Feng came from No. 1 Middle School, so it’s not surprising that Huang Mao reacted like this. In other schools, the teacher is awesome, but in No. 1 Middle School, it’s just the opposite. The teacher doesn’t have much status in the eyes of the students. After one year, , there will be no less than three teachers who were sent to mental hospitals by their students.
"It's because I play basketball, classmate, so that's not the case," Xiao Feng bent down to pick up the basketball on the ground, patted it casually a few times, and asked with a smile.
"Who are you?" Huang Mao said angrily, why is it so long-winded to start a fight?
Xiao Feng didn't say anything. He exerted force on his feet, his body rose into the air, and he dunked hard with one hand. The basketball hit the basket hard. He grabbed the basket with one hand and smiled: "Asia's new flying man," he said. Fall, let go and fall to the ground.
At this moment, the people watching around woke up, couldn't help but applaud, and dunked with one hand on the spot. This was rare, especially the little girls, whose white and tender hands were red from clapping, and their eyes were filled with tears. It's a star.
Zhang Xue looked at Xiao Feng, with a look of admiration on her face. She felt that those boys playing basketball were very handsome, but this kind of one-arm slam dunk could only be seen on TV. Unexpectedly , Xiao Feng was actually able to do it.
Huang Mao took a step forward and stood in front of Xiao Feng: "Boy, this is not a place for you to show off."
"Oh~" Xiao Feng looked stunned and snapped his fingers: "Huang Mao, you just said that whoever has the bigger fist will follow the rules, right?"
"That's right," Huang Mao just nodded when he saw a fist suddenly appeared in front of him, getting closer and closer, getting bigger and bigger, and then a huge pain appeared on his face.
"Ah..." Huang Mao let out a cry of pain, covered his eyes and bent down.
Xiao Feng helped Huang Mao up in a friendly manner and looked at him with a smile: "Brother, do you think my fist is big enough? If not, I can also blacken your right eye."
"You bastard, brothers, beat him up," Huang Mao covered his eyes with one hand, clenched his other hand into a fist, and threw it at Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng pinched Huang Mao's wrist and said with a smile: "Huang Mao, I'm warning you, don't get involved with me."
"Everyone stop it," another voice sounded from outside the crowd.
Following this voice, the crowd parted ways, and discussions broke out: "The redheads from the senior high school department are here; hey, it's getting more lively, it would be better to kill two of them..."
The red-haired man came staggering in with a cigarette in his mouth: "Who's making the argument? Why didn't you say anything to me so I could come over and see the excitement?"
"Brother Red Hair, these first-year boys don't take us sophomores and seniors seriously, so you have to take action," Huang Mao covered his eyes and shouted at the red-haired boy.
The red-haired man looked at Huang Mao: "Oh, Huang Mao, who beat you?"
"It's me," Xiao Feng, who was talking to Wei Wei, said calmly.
"Yes, it's this sb, red-haired brother, please help me, I'll treat you to a drink tonight," Huang Mao pointed at Xiao Feng and shouted.
When the red-haired man saw that it was Xiao Feng, his heart suddenly jumped. Damn it, Huang Mao was kicking the iron board today. "Where are you?" He cursed and slapped Huang Mao on the face with shaking hands: "This is Brother Feng, I remember when Brother Feng was in No. 1 Middle School, you were still playing around in junior high school."
"Feng, Brother Feng," Huang Mao asked in confusion, covering his eyes with one hand and his face with the other.
"Xiao Feng, didn't your boss tell you this name?" the red-haired man slapped him again.
"Xiao, Xiao Feng, Brother Feng," Huang Mao was dumbfounded. His boss, Taishan, often mentioned this name.
The red-haired man finished pulling out his yellow hair and walked up to Xiao Feng: "Brother Feng, he is with Taishan,"
"Taishan, he also repeated a grade," Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh when he heard the name.
"No, he is at Jiuquan Vocational University now, but at No. 1 Middle School, he also controls a bunch of younger brothers, haha," the red-haired person explained.
"Feng, Brother Feng, I was wrong," Huang Mao came to his senses and thought of the story of Xiao Feng that the boss told him. He broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly ran to Xiao Feng: "I heard Brother Shan mentioned you."
Xiao Feng smiled, what is this called? My brother is not in the world, but there is still a legend about him in the world. "Since it is with Taishan, forget it today. Boy, do you know who he is?" After saying that, he pointed at Wei Wei, "Wei Tudou, have you heard of it?"
Huang Mao was startled and nodded quickly: "Hello, Brother Wei,"
Wei Wei said with a cold face: "Huang Mao, you are Taishan's younger brother. I won't embarrass you. Go and apologize to the classmates in our class."
Although Huang Mao was unwilling in his heart, he did not dare to have any objections and walked up to the prince: "I'm sorry, Wang Fen, I was wrong today."
The prince was also surprised. It turned out that his old classmate was Wei Tudou, who had dominated No. 1 Middle School a few years ago. With such a old classmate, who would dare to fart when walking sideways in No. 1 Middle School?
The names of Xiao Feng and Wei Tudou spread throughout the playground almost instantly, and the students watching the excitement started discussing again. In No. 1 Middle School, there is a "Honorable List" that records the influential figures in No. 1 Middle School in recent years.
Among them, Xiao Feng, Wei Tudou and others naturally deserve to be at the top of the list. Who among the students who usually like to hang out has never heard of these names? Even those little girls, after hearing the discussion around them, their eyes gleamed and they almost I rushed over to ask for an autograph.
"Red Hair, come with me," Xiao Feng saw that the matter was settled, waved to Red Hair, and walked aside.
"What's the matter, Brother Feng?"
"How's the check going?"
The red-haired man took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "The five people in the woods today, their names, family conditions and which hospital they are in now are all written on this,"
Xiao Feng took a few glances and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, you did a good job."
"Brother Feng, how do you want to deal with them," the red-haired man couldn't help but ask.
Xiao Feng looked at the red hair and didn't speak for a long time.
"I'm sorry, Brother Feng, I shouldn't have asked," the red-haired man hurriedly lowered his head and said.
Xiao Feng patted the red-haired man on the shoulder: "If you want to know, then come with me to do something tonight."
"Yes, Brother Feng," the red-haired man shouted excitedly.
Xiao Feng smiled, took out a cigarette and handed one over: "Red hair, are you still planning to repeat your studies?"
"Oh, I guess so. My old man didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he had to let me take the exam at Peking University," the red-haired man smiled bitterly.
Xiao Feng lit up the cigarette and took a puff: "Red hair, do you want to unify the first high school?"
"No.1 Middle School,"
"Well, I don't want anything to happen to Zhang Xue, so I'll leave this matter to you," Xiao Feng blew out smoke rings and said slowly.
The red-haired man thought for a moment: "Brother Feng, give me a month."
"No, one week, okay?"
The red-haired man gritted his teeth and said, "I'll try my best."
"Haha, I know it's difficult for you to do it. You can just focus on the internal forces, and leave the external forces to Tianmen."
The red-haired man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "Okay, that's a lot easier."
"You haven't been in contact with Huotian and the others in the past few years," Xiao Feng asked with a smile.
The red-haired man shook his head: "No, I probably don't count in the eyes of Brother Tian and the others. If I go to them, I'm afraid of being rejected. Especially recently, Tianmen has dominated Nancheng, so I don't dare to go."
"Haha, kid, you think too much. Huo Tian, Zhang Yu and Lin Mo are not that kind of people." Xiao Feng patted the red-haired man on the shoulder hard, turned around and walked towards Wei Wei,
