"Hiss..." Zhang Yichi gritted his teeth, his body trembling.
"What's going on?" Mo Zhi came over quickly and saw Zhang Yichi wearing a mask, raising his head slightly, opening his arms slightly, and his whole body was trembling.
Just when Zhang Yichi staggered and was about to fall, Mo Zhi supported him.
"Ha, unpredictable." Zhang Yichi's voice was a little hoarse and weak.
"What's going on with you?" Mo Zhi was also a little confused.
"I feel very refreshed." Zhang Yichi pushed Mu Zhi away, took a few steps back to steady his body, and then faced the audience while shaking.
Zhang Yichi stared intently at the people in the auditorium who ignored them and were leaving the auditorium.
Chen Chen's suicide, all the struggles and claws he had made, seemed to have been drowned, and they were all meaningless.
"What a joke!!"
Zhang Yichi roared out.
For a moment, the auditorium was silent. People who were about to leave stopped and looked at the masked man on the stage.
"What did he do wrong?! What did he do wrong?! What did he do wrong!!" Zhang Yichi's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking violently because of his excitement.
"Why are each of you so cold?! Why do you act like you don't care about anything that has nothing to do with you?! Aren't you supposed to be the future of this country?! Aren't you supposed to be full of vigor and passion?!"
Zhang Yichi screamed hoarse and gasped: "...I am self-righteous and think too highly of you. If everyone is like you, then there is no hope for this country. In the future, you who despise all this will also end up
You will taste the consequences and bear the ill will.”
"Since his death is meaningless, let it happen again to you or your future children."
"Oh……"
Zhang Yichi chuckled softly, loosened his clenched fists, and had a sad smile on his face.
"Unpredictable." Zhang Yichi said.
"Um?"
"Help me connect the microphone."
"……good."
Unexpectedly stepped down, plugged the unplugged cord back in, and adjusted the sound: "It's done."
Zhang Yichi walked to the stage and took the microphone stand, stuck the microphone on it, held the stand with both hands, and the stand supported his somewhat unsteady body: "You are not even allowed to leave."
The voice is still hoarse.
Those people seemed dumbfounded, so they really didn't leave the auditorium.
"Pah." Mo Zhi sat under the stage, crossed his legs and lit another cigarette.
"I don't plan to say anything to you sincerely, because you don't deserve to be forgiven, and you have no intention of repenting." Zhang Yichi said, "Before coming here, I have already announced the relevant situation. This is
This is the greatest revenge for your school who wants to increase enrollment in the coming year, your class teacher who wants to be promoted, and Han Zixuan who wants to pretend that nothing happened and continue to be a good girl."
Yesterday, Saturday, Zhang Yichi and Mo Xu did a lot of things.
He had no intention of letting these people go, and he was not qualified to forgive them on behalf of Chen Chen.
"No!" Han Zixuan and the head teacher ran over.
The school leaders were also rushing around in a hurry.
"The eyewitnesses' statements, the school's surveillance video, and your disgusting behavior in the past few days will be published on the Internet." Zhang Yichi continued, "This matter will not be covered up as if nothing happened.
, even if it is covered up, I will always remember it, always remember it."
Han Zixuan and the head teacher had already arrived at the stage. Their eyes were all focused on Zhang Yichi, completely ignoring the unpredictable person sitting next to them.
Unexpectedly, he just stretched his legs, tripped the two of them, and fell hard to the ground.
"Okay, you can leave here now." Zhang Yichi turned his back again. He had no expectations for this group of people and didn't even want to look at them again.
Han Zixuan was in so much pain that she couldn't get up.
The head teacher knocked out a tooth.
And those school leaders were still rushing around.
Mo Zhi took out a gun and pointed the black muzzle at one of the school leaders: "Do you need to repeat it again?"
The school leaders panicked and fled like crazy.
Then, Mo Zhi pointed his gun at the class teacher who was very close to him, Han Zixuan.
When the two saw this, they could no longer care about other things and ran away desperately.
Mozhi pointed the gun at their backs and imitated the sound of a gunshot.
After everyone left and only the two of them were left in the huge auditorium, Mo Zhi casually threw the gun on the ground.
In fact, it was too troublesome to get a gun from the police, so Mozhi stopped by a small shop on the way to school and bought a toy pistol. Anyway, given his status, the fake gun could turn into a real gun in his hands.
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"Is this the end?" Mozhi threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his foot.
"After all, we have to worry about the River Crab God, otherwise we will send them spiraling to heaven." Zhang Yichi moved his neck and sat down, "But what if we kill them? In fact, it has the same meaning as making this matter public. Malice.
It cannot be killed, and everyone will soon forget about it."
"We have tried our best."
"Isn't it more tragic because of this? We have tried our best, and the results we can only get are this. The punishments I just gave them are meaningless, using violence to fight violence? Malice may just snowball like this.
It's getting bigger and bigger." Zhang Yichi simply lay down on the stage, sweat dripping down his face, "...but I don't want it to end like this."
"how?"
Zhang Yichi raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
"Crack."
Dozens of people appeared out of thin air in the auditorium, all tall, short, fat and thin.
"These people on the big screen just said that they are coming to us for an offline solo." Zhang Yichi was still lying down, but he knew that many people had appeared in the auditorium without looking, "Didn't you also ask them out? I might as well
Let them come directly to save time."
"Shall I go? Did you create this world of reincarnation?" Mo Zhi didn't know when Zhang Yichi had this super power, "Is it because of that mask?"
"Because of the mask." Zhang Yichi took a deep breath and stood up, weighing the microphone stand with his hand. "It seems that this is the only thing I can do in the end. I use this thing, and you use your bastard fist."
Mu Zhi looked unhappy: "What is Wang Ba Quan? I actually fight very methodically, okay?"
"Let's go." Zhang Yichi turned over and jumped off the stage.
"Hello, do you know where this is?" A thin man wearing glasses who was suddenly teleported here asked politely to Zhang Yichi who was walking towards him.
"Why don't you know how to be so fucking polite on the Internet!" Zhang Yichi pointed the microphone in the man's face.
The glasses shattered and the fragments stuck into his face. The man with the glasses screamed and fell on the seat next to him.
"And you, little chubby boy, want to have an offline solo with us?" Zhang Yichi strode up to the man next to him.
"I didn't, I wasn't, I - oh shit!"
The microphone stand swept over and knocked it to the ground.
After knocking down two people in a row, everyone else understood that the situation was not good and either retreated or prepared an attack stance.
Zhang Yichi came to a woman and said, "Hey, is there another girl?"
Seeing Zhang Yichi put the microphone stand behind him, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.
"Crack!"
A slap in the face.
"Crack."
Another one.
The woman was stunned and her hair was a little disheveled.
Zhang Yichi looked at the woman for a few seconds, wanted to say something but didn't know what else to say, and finally kicked her to the ground.
At this time, a strong man who looked a little silly rushed over.
Mozhi rushed over from behind Zhang Yichi in time, kicked the strong man in the chest, and held him back: "Wow, how do you speak with such a tone now?"
"I'm learning from you." Zhang Yichi grabbed the microphone stand and slapped the strong man in the face. The strong man covered his face and screamed.
"Wearing a mask is so powerful, why do you have to do it yourself?" Mo Zhi kicked another person who was rushing towards them.
"I'm holding back my anger and want to fight."
"Then you have to use your fists, it's a man's romance." Mo Zhi used his bastard fist and rushed into dozens of people to start a melee.
Zhang Yichi laughed and threw the microphone stand on the ground: "You still said it wasn't Wangbaquan."
"Help! Can I fight dozens of people by myself?" Mo Zhi rushed in and was arrogant for less than four or five seconds before sneaking back, "Can't you just pull a few over? It's worth so much force for me.
rest assured?"
"The more people there are, the easier it will be to fight them." Zhang Yichi rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hands with clean and slender knuckles and loosened his collar, "Destroy them."