It was a difficult Sunday. After Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang finished the phone call, they were relatively speechless. Time passed by. He was a troubled boy in the junior high school of Zidi Middle School and is now a sophomore in the city's No. 1 Middle School.
Since the graduation of Wen Xue's class, many earth-shaking changes have taken place in No. 1 Middle School. First, Teacher Chen, who was in the third grade of high school, was transferred to the Education Bureau as the deputy director. Then, the new campus of No. 1 Middle School was completed and a large-scale enrollment expansion began.
The number of classes in a grade has expanded from eight to fifteen, and the source of students has also become complicated. In the past, the admission threshold for No. 1 Middle School was very high, and those with poor academic performance not only had to spend money but also rely on connections to get in. Now it is simple.
Just spend money to get it.
Deng Miaofan was admitted based on his grades, while Wang Dongliang was a sports student who was specially recruited because of his excellent sports performance. The two were inseparable in the school and had a close relationship. It was precisely because of this that they got into unnecessary trouble.
trouble.
The new campus of No. 1 Middle School is in the northern suburbs of the city. Students were eating in the school cafeteria at noon. One noon just after school started, Deng Miaofan was walking towards the cafeteria with his lunch box. Suddenly a strange face stopped him and said, "Your name is Deng Miaofan."
, someone is looking for you, come with me."
Deng Miaofan knew that the other person was a freshman in high school, so he ignored him and went straight forward. He didn't take it seriously afterwards. But when he went to the toilet after the first class in the afternoon, trouble came. Four freshmen in high school
They blocked him and dispersed the onlookers. A tall student walked up to him with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "I'd rather ask you not to come, but you have to do it like this. Isn't it interesting?"
"If you have something to say, just say it. I'll take over." Deng Miaofan is not afraid of the other party at all. Although he looks like an obedient student now, he was also the backbone of Gaotupo Zhongyi Hall back then. He was just a kid in the first year of high school.
This set is all leftover from his playing, and he doesn't take it seriously at all.
The other party smiled: "It's pretty awesome. Originally, I wanted to deal with the senior year matters first, and then deal with your sophomore year, but now it seems I have to change my mind. My name is Qin Aotian, and I will resist the banner of No. 1 Middle School from now on.
"
Deng Miaofan looked at him: "Are you done?"
"Also, if you hang out with me from now on, report me to the Aotian Club if you have any trouble."
"Sorry, I only have one eldest brother, Zhongyi Tang Bei Xiaoshuai." Deng Miaofan looked at him with some contempt.
Unexpectedly, Qin Aotian became angry immediately: "Fuck you, Zhongyi Hall is amazing. This is No. 1 Middle School, not the city. If you use Bei Xiaoshuai to suppress me, who the hell is afraid of you."
As he said this, he punched Deng Miaofan, who was caught off guard and was hit on the face. He immediately rushed to fight back. Qin Aotian dodged and dodged. A group of people surrounded Deng Miaofan, punching and kicking him until the school security arrived after hearing the news.
Deng Miaofan was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Naturally, he couldn't swallow the breath, so he found Wang Dongliang. Wang Dongliang was a sports student and had several close brothers. At that time, he took someone to take revenge. The two parties had sex in the playground behind the school.
In one incident, the members of the Aotian Club resisted the fight and were obviously experienced in fighting. The two sides were indifferent to the outcome and were dispersed by the security guards.
From then on, troubles came one after another. The Aotian Club was definitely the most arrogant little gang in the history of No. 1 Middle School. Several of their core members came from the same junior high school, and their families also had good backgrounds. They fought hard enough, and their friends in society also
Many, the entire first year of high school has been wiped out. The students in the third year of high school can still be tortured by the expansion of enrollment. There are few who come out to hang out, so no one competes with Qin Aotian for this flag-bearing position. Now the only one standing in the way is Deng Miaofan.
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The Aotian Club expanded its membership in the first year of high school. Dozens of male and female students hung out with them. They usually crowded around when going to the toilet and the cafeteria. They were their spies in the entire No. 1 Middle School, and they soon followed Wang Dongliang.
All the sports students were punished and no longer dared to stand out. Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang were weak on their own. They suffered a lot after having sex with them several times, so much so that they even avoided going to the toilet and after school.
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After school a few days ago in the afternoon, some classmates who went out first sent a message saying that people from the Aotian Club were ambushing them at the door. Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang did not dare to go through the gate and climbed over the wall. Who knew they were being attacked as soon as they landed?
A schoolbag fell over and he looked up with stars in his eyes. Qin Aotian was standing in front of him, followed by a few ruffian students, holding schoolbags in their hands. Their schoolbags did not contain books, but bricks, which were specially used to hit people.
Qin Aotian squatted down and squinted at Deng Miaofan, whose head was bleeding. He reached out and dipped some blood on his forehead, licked it with his tongue, and smiled: "Isn't it fun? Why don't you show off to me?"
"Fuck you!" Wang Dongliang's eyes turned red and he rushed forward. A long-haired boy next to Qin Aotian hit him on the back with a stick and he immediately fell down.
The young man shook his long hair: "Fuck, you still don't accept it."
Qin Aotian smiled ferociously and said: "It's okay if you don't accept it. Our dictatorship doesn't accept it. I've said it before. From now on, I will beat you every time until you are defeated. It's not that easy to hide."
After saying that, several people got into a car parked on the roadside and drove away.
Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang didn't dare to tell their families, so they had to find a small clinic to bandage their heads. They didn't return home. They spent the night in an Internet cafe. They first called Bei Xiaoshuai, but the other party's number had been shut down.
I just called Teacher Liu, but the result was so disappointing.
When the two got off the plane and paid at the cashier, a man came down from the second floor. When he saw them, he shouted in surprise: "Deng Miaofan, Wang Dongliang!"
The two of them turned around and said in surprise: "Yuan Wei!"
Yuan Wei asked Teacher Liu to apply for a graduation certificate before he graduated from the third year of junior high school. He left to join the army. It was less than two years ago. Why did he come back? The three of them were the best friends in the class. They were overjoyed when they suddenly met and found an early breakfast.
Sit down at the shop to eat and reminisce about old times.
It turns out that Yuan Wei came back to visit his relatives. He served in the Armed Police Mobile Unit. The unit was stationed in a large ravine. There were no mobile phones, no Internet, and he couldn't even see a woman. So as soon as he came back, he found an Internet cafe to stay overnight. Unexpectedly, he was able to
It was really fate to meet two best friends.
"What, you lost the prize?" Yuan Wei lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked, pointing to the gauze on Deng Miaofan's head.
"Don't mention it, I was bullied badly by a kid from the first year of high school." Deng Miaofan told what happened during this period, and Yuan Wei immediately became angry: "What a fool, it's turned the world upside down. We thought there was no one in Zhongyi Hall."
ah."
He immediately took action and contacted a group of classmates from his former middle school. Now most of these people have been promoted to mechanical vocational high schools. They have nothing to do except fight and pick up girls and drink every day. When they heard that something happened to their old classmates, they were all very excited and very excited.
He quickly gathered a dozen brothers who could fight.
On Monday morning, after Deng Miaofan received the text message, he came to the school wall to meet him. Yuan Wei led a group of students from the Mechanical Vocational High School over the wall and came in. They were all quick beaters and carried knives and sticks.
"Where is the person?" Yuan Wei asked.
"That's the group of people smoking beside the basketball court," Deng Miaofan said nervously.
"Okay, you can go back. Don't get involved in this matter. It's not easy to get into No. 1 Middle School." Yuan Wei patted his shoulder, held a cigarette in his mouth, and led the others over.
Seeing a group of unfamiliar faces appear, Qin Aotian and others were not nervous at all. Instead, they faced them and the two groups faced off on the basketball court.
"Who is Qin Aotian?" Yuan Wei asked.
"I am, what's wrong?" Qin Aotian stood up and looked at the other party with cold eyes.
Yuan Wei nodded, the iron ruler hidden behind him came out, and he chopped off his head.
Qin Aotian reacted quite quickly, dodged back, and cut his clothes open with an iron ruler, leaving a huge hole in his chest. The people in the Aotian Club were also unambiguous, they pulled out the guys on their bodies and rushed forward, but their fighting skills were better than those of machines.
The people from the vocational high school were still inferior, especially Yuan Wei, who came from the Armed Police Training Unit, and he was even more of a master among masters. After a few rounds, the people from the Aotian Club were already lying on the floor.
"Don't fucking pretend to be dead." Yuan Wei kicked Qin Aotian on the ground, squatted down and lit a cigarette, patted his bloody face, put the cigarette in his mouth and said: "Boy, my name is Yuan Wei.
From Zhongyi Hall, come at me if you have anything.
Qin Aotian grinned: "Okay, I'll remember this name."
"The security guards are here!" someone shouted. Yuan Wei looked back and saw a few bluffing middle-aged uncles rushing over with batons. He smiled and patted Qin Aotian's face: "The days are long, what do you want to do?
Play, I'll accompany you."
After saying that, he led the people to retreat calmly, and still climbed over the wall to get out.
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The impact of this fight was extremely bad. The school was furious and ordered a strict investigation. However, the people from the Aotian Club insisted that they did not know the identity of the other party. The school had no solid evidence to investigate and it was difficult to deal with it, so they had to give up.
But things are getting more and more troublesome.
In the evening, everyone drank to celebrate the overthrow of the Aotian Club. Everyone drank a few more drinks. As soon as they came out of the hotel, two vans rushed over with their headlights on. A dozen people jumped out of the car and started fighting. These people were obviously
He came prepared, with a closed-type motorcycle helmet and a baseball bat, and a tacit understanding of cooperation. He was extremely ruthless. No matter how powerful the students from the Mechanical Vocational High School were, they were just students. There was no way they could beat professional-level thugs.
"Run!" Yuan Weiwei roared, pulled out the chain lock from his waist and fought with them. Deng Miaofan and Wang Dongliang ran away, not daring to look back. They only heard the wind whistling in their ears, and they also
I don't know how long they ran before they stopped and looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
"Where's Yuan Wei?"
"have no idea."
"Go back and have a look."
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Yuan Wei is very good at fighting, and the chain lock is whistling in the wind. One person entangled three or four thugs. Seeing that he could not be dealt with, another person got out of the car. His legs and feet were slightly lame, and he was holding a saw in his hand.
With the barrel and handle of the shotgun, he shouted at Yuan Wei: "Will you try moving it again?"
Yuan Weizhen didn't move. Anyone who had served as a soldier knew how powerful a gun was, and he saw a hint of murderous intent in the opponent's eyes.
"Kneel down," the young man said.
Yuan Wei hesitated for a moment.
The young man smiled and said, "You used to hang out with Bei Xiaoshuai, right? In terms of seniority, you are still inferior. It is not shameful to kneel down. Don't force me. I don't like to say everything a second time."
Yuan Wei knelt down.
A man got out of the van, with bandages on his arms and a cigarette in his mouth. It was Qin Aotian. Enemies were extremely jealous when they met each other. Qin Aotian kicked Yuan Wei on the head and snatched a baseball bat from the other person's hand.
He hit me head-to-head and said, "Fuck, if you dare to touch me, I can't beat you to death!"
A few minutes later, Yuan Wei lay motionless in a pool of blood. The young man lit a cigarette and handed it to Qin Aotian: "Xiaotian, it's almost done."
"Fuck you." Qin Aotian kicked Yuan Wei and spat before getting into the car and leaving.
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Preparations for the first release in Beijing, speeches at Peking University, materials for applying for the Spear Prize, and revisions for the second volume. I have never been so busy. I don’t even have time to buy the clothes for Beijing.
From now on, the update speed will be slowed down, maybe every two days, everyone understands.