Chapter 92: Unable to resist hitting people

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Unable to resist hitting people As the face of the county's junior high schools, the Experimental High School is naturally very imposing.

The campus is surrounded by a black zinc steel fence, and the gilded school name is set into the beige marble. The gate is a rare electric retractable door, which at the moment is only open enough for two people to walk side by side.

After teacher Liu registers at the guard room, someone else comes out to take a headcount. The registration is understandable, but the headcount is definitely a show of authority! Do you think this is some kind of important or sacred place where people will try to sneak in?

As soon as you enter the gate, you will see a playground with a standard plastic running track. In front of you is the main five-storey teaching building. Outside the corridor on the third floor, the school motto is symmetrically embedded: 'Unity, pragmatism, hard work and progress.'

There are also many other buildings around the main building, all of which are, of course, identical.

The competition arena is on the first floor, but there is no one inside at this time. It is true that they are a bit late now, and those who are enthusiastic have already come to watch.

They sat in the classroom for a while and realised that the desks and chairs were all standard issue. They didn't think the students had brought their own, so they must have been provided by the school.

Teacher Liu didn't know if she had something to do or had run into someone she knew, but she let them roam freely around the campus, telling them to meet at the gate at 11 o'clock.

Everyone else wanted to explore, but Feng Yiping didn't want to wander around in the hot sun, so he sat on the steps in front of the building.

The first-year girl and Zhang Qiuling were on the front plastic running track, jumping and skipping.

Zhang Qiuling drew a starting line on the track and did a crouched start, while the first-year girl clapped and cheered.

The two of them walked back hand in hand, grinning from ear to ear. Zhang Qiuling asked Feng Yiping, 'What do you think? Standard, right?'

This was an indirect way of saying, 'Compliment me, quickly compliment me!'

Feng Yiping, of course, had to be agreeable, and he also clapped his hands and said, 'Standard, beautiful!'

'Haha,' Zhang Qiuling was very happy with the praise from the two of them, and she was beaming with joy.

At this moment, there was a snort from above their heads, and then a very light but clear sentence drifted down, 'Dong Shi Xiaoping!'

The three of them were below, and of course this remark was directed at them at this moment. Zhang Qiuling froze upon hearing it, and there was no trace of a smile on her face. She immediately turned pale, and looked up fiercely.

Just above their heads, behind the second floor balcony, there were three students. They didn't know when they had arrived, but from the way they looked so at ease, they must be students from the Experimental High School.

The girl in the middle was wearing a white dress and was quite good-looking. She was being held in the centre by a boy and a girl. At that moment, she and the other girl were elegantly cracking melon seeds in their hands. Their faces clearly showed smiles, but their eyes were looking away, as if they were either feeling guilty or disdainful.

Only the boy standing next to her looked down on them condescendingly, as if he were looking at country bumpkins. He was very superior, with provocation and contempt in his eyes.

Zhang Qiuling was already trembling with anger.

How could any girl not be angry when she was called 'Dong Shi' in front of outsiders?

Moreover, Zhang Qiuling had always been the centre of attention at school, both from teachers and classmates, and her grades were also quite good. She was a very confident and arrogant person, and at this moment, she had never been humiliated like this before. Her mind went blank, and she just clenched her fists, her eyes blazing as she looked at the boy above her.

Alas, what is all this about? Maybe this competition shouldn't have come.

Help him swear back. To be honest, Feng Yiping hadn't sworn at anyone for many years. Besides, arguing with a teenager is really demeaning.

You try reasoning with him. A young adolescent in love, obsessed with impressing the girl he likes, can he be reasoned with?

But at the moment, he was the only boy there, so he had to do something.

So he stood up and patted Zhang Qiuling on the shoulder, 'Calm down, there's no need to get angry. Just think of it as if you've just been bitten by a dog. If a dog bites you, do you bite back?'

The girl in the first year wanted to laugh when she heard this, but seeing Zhang Qiuling's expression, she held back.

Zhang Qiuling's mind may have been a little slow, and she didn't react until a while later, forcing a smile and saying, 'Yes, who cares about the dog!'

She also knew clearly that what else could she do? This was in someone else's home court, and there was no third party present when she went to find the teacher. It would be hard to explain the situation, and the teachers would definitely protect their own school's students. In the end, it would definitely be left unresolved, and she could only verbally take advantage of the situation like this.

The three downstairs laughed, and it was the turn of the upstairs people to feel awkward. It was the turn of the middle-school-aged boy to get annoyed, and the two girls, who had been relaxed and smiling, were both flustered.

The boy looked at this and became even more angry, and he wanted to walk downstairs. The girl in the white dress shook her head and reached out to hold his hand. She shook his hand a few times lightly, and the middle-school-aged boy immediately felt as if his bones had gone limp. Disdainfully, he gave a 'huff' sound towards downstairs, and followed the two girls as they walked towards the other side.

He was probably still a little upset, so he flicked his hand on the handrail, and the melon seed shells they had left on it just now scattered down. The three people below didn't pay any attention, thinking they had already left, so they were caught off guard and some of the shells landed on their shoulders and in their hair.

Normally, this would not be a big deal, but at this moment, the insult was too strong, and Feng Yiping could not stand it.

'Let's go,' and Feng Yiping left the melon seed shells on his body, leading the two of them to the other side of the building.

They walked quickly and arrived even earlier than the three of them.

The two girls in front of them walked hand in hand, looking at their appearance, they really wanted to laugh, but under Feng Yiping's angry gaze, they still did not laugh.

The boy who followed them was taken aback, afraid that they had actually followed them, but soon the smile spread from the corners of his mouth.

Feng Yiping stepped forward to stop him, pointed at the heads and bodies of the three people on his side, and shouted at him, 'Apologise!'

The two girls didn't go away at this time either, still holding hands and standing next to each other. The girl in the white dress glanced at the middle school boy, and the boy, who had originally wanted to go down hard, paused for a moment, and then said to the air in front of him, 'I'm sorry!'

Zhang Qiuling was not satisfied, and the first-year girl persuaded her to move aside.

They were about to clean up the melon seed shells when laughter came from behind them, and the three of them couldn't help laughing.

Feng Yiping was a little annoyed, but he thought better of it and decided not to care. He was a big person and they were just some ignorant children.

Then a sentence in English floated over from behind, loud and clear, 'son of a bitch,' followed by a burst of happy giggles. Sёarch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

'Son of a bitch!' Feng Yiping could no longer hold back. Even the Bible says, "If someone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek as well." But even their Pope said in an interview, 'If you insult my mother, then get ready to take a punch in the face from me.'

As the old saying goes, 'there's no third time'. Feng Yiping had let him off the hook time and time again, but this time he had insulted his parents. Feng Yiping couldn't hold back any longer. He turned around and chased after the boy, shouting, 'Hey, classmate!'

The boy turned around triumphantly, pretending that nothing had happened, 'What's the matter?'

Feng Yiping didn't say anything, and went straight up to him and grabbed his collar. Before the boy could react, Feng Yiping punched him hard in the stomach. The boy was all talk, and at this point he bent over in pain and crouched on the ground.

'This is for my mother. I advise you not to take advantage of other people's good tempers!'