Delinquent youth, hot-blooded and wild!
Wang Hao, who was bullied and ostracized by his classmates for three years in junior high, thought things would change when he came to Chengnan High Sc...
When I looked over, I saw seven or eight boys gathered in the corner, staring at us blankly. It was really a narrow road for enemies. They were the ones who had a conflict with me last time. I shouted, and the boys in the class rushed in. Naturally, the brick was the first to rush in, and I was the second one. I took the boys from the cram school to beat up these freshman brats, and they howled and screamed. After the beating, we left the classroom triumphantly, and some people happily sang the March of the Volunteers. I was also very happy, and felt more and more like I was back to the beginning. This was also the last time I was crazy before leaving Chenggao.
We were on holiday, but the other boys in the cram school had to go back to the dormitory to pack their bags. I had nowhere to go, so I followed them back to Brick's dormitory. Because I drank too much, I fell asleep on the bed. It felt like I slept for a long, long time. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark. Brick was the only one in the dormitory. He sat in front of the window, stroking the scarf on his chest. For the first time, I felt that Brick's figure was so sad and lonely, and a sour feeling suddenly surged in my heart.
I asked, "Brick, what time is it?"
Brick was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "It's 8 o'clock in the evening."
"Well, is the cafeteria still open? I'm a little hungry."
"Open. Some students live far away from home and can only go home tomorrow, so the canteen will be open as usual."
So I got up and went to the cafeteria with Brick to eat. Except for Brick's bed, all other beds in the dormitory were empty. After leaving the dormitory, the corridor of the third grade was even emptier, but there were still a few dormitories with people staying. When we got to the dormitory floors of the first and second grade, they were more lively there. After all, they would officially have their holiday tomorrow.
We didn't stop, but went straight out of the dormitory building and headed towards the cafeteria. I have walked this road many times, and I would not go wrong even if I closed my eyes, but it still feels different to walk this way again. It starts here and ends here. When we arrived at the cafeteria, there were not many people eating, but it was also a lively scene. Brick and I got rice and vegetables, and sat down in a secluded corner. While we were eating, a burst of ear-piercing laughter suddenly rang out in the cafeteria. There is nothing wrong with eating and laughing in the cafeteria, but there is a deliberate component in their laughter, as if they want to prove their existence to everyone.
I looked up and saw that it was indeed the same group of freshman. They didn't seem to be sad after being beaten in the afternoon. They were still chatting and laughing without restraint. But it didn't matter to me. Brick and I continued to eat. After eating, we left the cafeteria and walked on the campus. Brick said he was going back to the dormitory to stay for the last night. I said goodbye to him and drove my car downstairs of the teaching building to go back to the villa to rest. When I got to the downstairs of the dormitory, I got in the car and was about to start the engine when I suddenly remembered where the black leather book that Xia Xue gave me was? All the books can be thrown away, but that black leather book is my most precious memory.
I remember I took it out and put it in the car. I looked around the car but couldn't find it, so I wondered if I had put it in the trunk. I got out of the car, walked around to the back of the car, opened the trunk and started looking. There were quite a few things in the trunk, a bulging sack, a sharp machete, and some miscellaneous items.
As I was flipping through the pages, I suddenly heard footsteps all around me. I looked up and saw a dozen first-year high school students surrounding me. They were the same group that I had clashed with time and again. They were holding all kinds of weapons, including wooden sticks, steel pipes, pickaxe handles, machetes, chain locks, nunchakus, and so on.