At this time, I heard the sound of a whistle in the corridor outside, followed by a voice through the loudspeaker: "Don't fight here, go back to your class!" I didn't know what was going on, and the students in our class rushed out of the classroom. Lei Yu came over and pulled me: "Hurry up, the security department is here!" I ran out too.

After leaving the classroom, there were no students in the corridor, but there were dozens of tall and strong security guards, all wearing anti-terrorism masks and holding rubber batons. They beat the boys in our class. They really beat them, without mercy. The boys in our class ran away with their heads in their hands. When I passed by those security guards, I was inevitably hit once or twice. The rubber batons hurt my body, but it shouldn't be a big deal.

The boys returned to class with excited faces, not affected at all by the beatings by the security guards. They all boasted about their achievements, saying that they had knocked someone down with a stool, etc. Today, I really saw the tough school spirit of Beiqi. Fighting was like child's play, no planning or deployment was needed, just carrying stools and doing it.

The most primitive, the most violent, and the most satisfying. To be honest, I was hit a lot, and I could tell there were bruises all over my body without even looking at it, but I was also infected by them and laughed out loud, and didn't feel any loss because of it.

"Let's go after the evening self-study!" Someone suggested this, and soon everyone agreed. The hormones of youth had nowhere to go, so they could only vent in this way. It was indeed not a big deal, but it was inevitable that it would escalate into a fight between the two classes. If it were in the city high school, a slightly famous scoundrel could do whatever he wanted in other dormitories and classes, and others could only be angry but not speak out. But it didn't work in North Seven, where everyone was a scoundrel and had equal strength, so who was afraid of who?

During class, Zhou Mo asked me, "How is it? It's higher than your city, isn't it?"

"It's much more exciting." I said, "I really regret not coming to this place earlier, so that I can live such an exciting life every day."

Zhou Mo laughed so hard that his body shook. After he finished laughing, he handed me a bottle of safflower oil and said, "Take it back and rub it on yourself."

The bell rang for the end of the evening self-study class. The boys in the class were full of fighting spirit and were about to go out together when the door of the classroom was suddenly kicked open and 20 to 30 boys rushed in. The boys from the other class had already fought back. So a melee started again. The girls in the class screamed and tried desperately to hide in the corner. I killed everyone with an iron rod in my hand. The more chaotic the scene, the more excited I became.

The classroom was in chaos, but Zhou Mo was the only one who was as calm as a rock, sitting in his seat and watching coldly. When the boys from the two classes got close to her, they all avoided her tacitly, and it seemed that they all knew the details of this girl. It can be said that a vacuum was formed around Zhou Mo, just like when I was in Chenggao. I think if Zhou Mo stood up and yelled, "Get out of here," the melee would be stopped immediately. Unfortunately, Zhou Mo was determined to stay out of the matter, and instead crossed his legs to watch the show.

I knocked down two more people, but was also kicked in the stomach. After so many fights tonight, my body was covered with bruises and I had almost no strength left. This kick made me roll over and fall to the ground in a very embarrassing manner. I was dizzy and my head seemed to rest on something soft, and then a faint fragrance drifted into my nose.

"Are you comfortable?" Zhou Mo's voice rang out.

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