C229 Fire of War Spread

I won the battle and used a move that pierced the ear to temporarily escape the danger. At that time, the other party was simply trying to kill me. I felt like he had the urge to kill me just now. At the beginning, I said not to use a knife to stab her, but now, I can't wait to stab her with a knife. I pushed the boy aside and he fell to the side.

Before I could get up, the punk who had been helping me with the stick smacked me in the head again. My vision went dark, and the temporary loss of consciousness only lasted for about 2 seconds. This hooligan looked at it and made a lighter move. He wasn't the type to risk his life to kill someone. Because instead of hitting me in the head, he swung the stick in my lap.

Although hitting the thigh was especially painful, so much so that it hurt more than hitting the head, the pain was nothing, and didn't have much destructive power. After enduring for a bit, I rolled away from him on the ground. I stood up from the ground again. The kid wanted to give me a second chance when I wasn't standing still. I don't know what I was thinking, but I did what I did when I was put down. I held my head, lowered my head, and slammed into him.

Although this move was extremely useful, it was still a bit ferocious. This brat was knocked by me and he sat on the ground. I only used a single move to hit him. Next, I stepped forward, swung my leg, and kicked him in the head. I didn't have time to chase him, because I saw that everyone else was in a melee. I have to say, the first year students are really fierce. I looked around and didn't see a single one of them run. They are all hitting each other and helping you to fight.

As I was observing the battlefield, my head hurt. A junior boy behind me gave me a punch. I turned around and started to fight him. I didn't need anything else, just a fist, a fist, two punches, three punches. I kept waving my fist. At this moment, two figures flashed over. They are our first year students.

I had already unwittingly snuck into the center of the fight between the 1st and 2nd Grade. The lackeys who were chasing me were already dispersing after hitting me. I looked at the two Junior s that helped me and really wanted to laugh in my heart. Every punch I threw seemed to be a desperate one. On the other hand, it seemed as though they were holding back their blows when they landed on someone else.

What was about to happen had finally arrived, and many people were shouting, "The principal and the head instructor have come out!" With this shout, all of the Junior around me looked at me. At that time, I shouted to everyone, "Continue fighting! If they don't run, then we won't run either!" Unfortunately, my voice could only be heard by those around me. I saw that someone had already started running towards the opposite end of the road. In just a few seconds, everyone scattered in every direction. It wasn't just our first year of running, even the second year of running and those hooligans outside the school were running as well.

A police car had already driven up from underneath the dilapidated Southwest Road. The students who were running down the hill all returned to the same road, heading towards the Liaoning University. I did not run with the crowd, but entered the happy district. At the beginning, there were still three to four junior high students following behind me. When I turned around to look at them, they were so frightened that they quickly took a detour to another fork in the road.

After running for a while, I went straight home. When I got home, I looked in the mirror and jumped. I was covered in blood, and I felt as if I were in a terrible situation. I changed out of my school uniform, took a shower, and cleaned the cut on my arm. I don't have to go to the hospital. I found a Band-Aid at home, put it on and wrapped it with gauze. My whole body hurt, but the worst part of it was my neck.

After a while, my call rang. It was my senior brother. I quickly called my senior brother, who asked me how I was, saying that he had been beaten up and was apologizing to me. Damn, I said, "What kind of words are those? It was so messy back then, but it was too normal for it to break. Besides, I'm fine, so how about you?" "Where is he?" The Senior Brother said that he had suffered some minor injuries and that it was nothing serious, so he had already ran back home.

After Senior Brother finished his call, my two lackeys also called. The two lackeys said they saw me covered in blood and asked how I was doing. When I said I was fine, the two of them exclaimed, "Cocktail, you're already like that, and you're still okay? You are too fierce, we saw a large group of people surrounding you, you are just like a god of war, you are too good at fighting. " These two lackeys aren't forgetting to kiss ass to me even at a time like this.

I asked them how they were, if any of the freshmen had been seriously injured. They also said they didn't know, but since someone had called for a police car and a teacher, they ran with the crowd. Junior, who was running with the two of them, was fine except for one person, who had a knife cut into her stomach. Her school uniform was torn, and there was a very shallow cut, basically unharmed. I also praised them on the other end of the phone, saying that I didn't expect all the kids in the first year to be so good at fighting. At this rate, they would definitely be better than us second and third year students.

When my mother and stepfather came home that night, they asked me what had happened to my arm. I told them I'd played football, and they didn't ask. After Murong Qingqing finished her evening self-study, she brought Shangguan Wan back to my house to eat dinner. My mom especially likes Shangguan Wan, which was the case in the past. She liked Shangguan Wan a lot and hated him a lot. So when Shangguan Wan came to my house to eat dinner, my mother was extremely happy. Shangguan Wan was also very good at talking, and was not as straightforward as Song Luxi. After she came to my house, the atmosphere in the house was especially good, and everyone was chatting and laughing at the table.

After dinner, the three of us went to Murong Qingqing's room. After closing the door, we started to talk about what had happened that night. I don't have anything to say. I just hit each other. However, Murong Qingqing and Shangguan Wan told me that towards the end of the evening, the principal and the head instructor had brought a few teachers to each class to check the number of students in our third year. The teacher wrote down the names of all the students who did not attend the evening class.

The three of us talked for a while in the room, and when Shangguan Wan finally left, it was the stepfather who drove her home. The steel pipe was also missing. I found a small wooden stick in the middle of the night and wrapped it in tape. The next day, I used a packet of newspapers to go to school. I openly took the stick to school. When I walked to school in the morning, I could clearly feel that the students who came to school were hiding from me, and no one dared to come near me.

Once he entered the classroom, Ma Beiyi was already seated. That brat was fine. I had already thought it through, and as long as he dared to say something vulgar, I would swing the staff forward. When I walked past him, he said in a neither cold nor hot manner, "You didn't die?" That's not right? Yesterday, I even said that you were beaten to death! "

Without a second word, I cursed, "Fuck you." Then, he waved the staff in his hand towards Ma Beiyi. At that time, Ma Beiyi had already fallen to the side. Tan Jie had not come to school in the morning, so there was no one by Ma Beiyi's side. With a loud bang, when Ma Beiyi fell down, he brought Tan Jie's and his school desk along with him to the ground. When Ma Beiyi finally reacted and wanted to climb up from the ground, how would I give him a chance to get up?

I threw the stick aside and raised my foot to kick him in the head. Under my crazy kicks, Ma Beiyi finally gave up resisting and laid on the ground to get beaten up. Ma Beiyi and I started fighting in class, and everyone came over to stop us. My classmates also knew my temper. I never easily beat up my own classmates, so they weren't afraid of me. A bunch of people hugged me tightly. Helpless, I was stopped by everyone to the edge of the window.

Ma Beiyi got up from the ground, took out his machete from his desk, and was about to cut me down, but he was stopped by his classmates. We were still in the front and back seats, and no one dared let me go back. Just as Ma Beiyi and I were in a stalemate, the bell for the self-study early in the morning rang. When Tan Jie saw that Ma Beiyi was beaten up by me, she shouted loudly in the teacher's classroom, claiming that she wanted to find someone to cripple me.

Everyone was standing in the classroom, blocking Ma Beiyi and I at the two ends of the classroom. The teacher of Class 7 from the next class heard that our class was too noisy, so he came over to take a look. She also knew that our class teacher was always late for morning self-study, and rarely came to watch our class study. After the teacher of Class 7 entered, he shouted to his classmates, "Your teacher isn't here, but you're rebelling. What are you all doing? Hurry up and sit down. Go back to your seats and read your books."

She is only a teacher of Class 7. How could our class listen to her, no one would even pay attention to her. littler even said to her, "Teacher, you can go. You don't need to care about the matters of our class." Hearing this, Class 7's teachers became even more furious, and started shouting and shouting in our classroom, luring all of our Class 7's students over. Long Er and a large group of Class 7's boys all arrived at the door of our class. When Long Er saw me, he pointed at me and scolded, "Damn it, are you scolding my class teacher?" Ma Beiyi was probably too agitated from my words, and shouted at Long Er: "Long Er, this brat sneaked an attack on me this morning, f * ck, let's kill him."

With that, Long Er brought the people from Class 7 and rushed into our classroom, wanting to kill me. What I never thought of was that before Long Er even got close to me, the great stupidity in my class tripped on Long Er and Long Er fell forward. Immediately after, all the other boys in class rushed up and started fighting with the boys in class seven. I rushed over to pick up the stick that I just threw on the ground. Fuck, the whole class is fighting with the people from Class 7, how can I stand behind them and watch?

I jumped onto the desk, skidded around the students in front of me, and rushed to the front. The boys of Class 7 would never think that our class would work together with them. They were also a little panicked, and a few of them already started to run out of the classroom. I jumped off my desk and hit a guy in Class 7 with my club. The brat screamed in pain as he turned around and ran out. All the boys in our class grabbed chairs and threw them at the door of the classroom.

This was not good. The form teacher of Class 7 was blocking right in front of her. A chair had smashed onto her head. Only after hitting their teacher did everyone stop. The students of Class 7 who had just suffered losses all went back to call out all the boys of Class 7, and they all used chairs to block the entrance of our class. The form teacher of Class 7 held his head and told the boys of Class 7 not to come in and fight again, then shouted at us, also not to go out and fight.

Then the teacher in charge of Class 7 told us to step back and let the boys from Class 7, who were lying on the floor, stand up. Only then did I notice that Long Er had been knocked onto the floor of my classroom, and at the same time, two boys laid beside him. Long Er crawled up from the ground while holding his head with his hands, blood was already flowing out of his head, it was unknown who it was that broke Long Er's head. It was too chaotic just now. I circled around before rushing over, but I didn't see what happened.