"How can it be slow? Everyone is planning to call North 7. Am I not calling you to ask about the situation?"
"No big deal." Then I told him what happened tonight in detail. As I was talking, Qi Siyu came in: "Fifth sister, fifth sister, I heard that your class just had a fight with another class?" Zhou Mo rolled his eyes and said, "It has nothing to do with me."
Ye Zhan obviously heard Qi Siyu's voice on the phone, and his tone was a little wrong: "Ah, Haozi, then you should be careful. If you need us, just call us, and the brothers will rush into Beiqi to avenge you at any time..."
Qi Siyu jumped over, stared at me and said, "Wang Hao, who are you calling? Is it Ye Zhan?"
"Ah..." Before I could make up a lie to fool her, Qi Siyu snatched the phone away from me: "Hello, is this Ye Zhan? It's Xiaoyu. I miss you so much. When will you come to see me? Hello? Don't ignore me..."
"Can't you have a bit of backbone?" Zhou Mo suddenly got angry, snatched the phone away, and cursed into it: "Ye Zhan, you'd better hide for the rest of your life, otherwise I will beat you every time I see you!" Then he threw the phone far away.
"Hey, my phone!" I rushed over. The phone bounced on the blackboard and then fell on the podium. I picked it up and touched it with heartache. It was turned off and the screen was black. I quickly turned it on and found that it was intact. My Nokia was really magnificent!
"This is my phone, why are you throwing it away..." I turned around and said to Zhou Mo in dissatisfaction. Before I finished speaking, I was stunned. Zhou Mo held Qi Siyu in his arms, and Qi Siyu was already in tears...
Our class is Class 3 of Grade 1, and Baldy's class is Class 7 of Grade 1. The whole school knew that Class 3 and Class 7 had started a war. Either the students from Class 3 rushed into Class 7's classroom and beat them up, or the students from Class 7 rushed into Class 3's classroom and smashed things. Then, Class 3 and Class 7 started an ambush war, usually with more than ten people forming a team, specifically looking for students from the other class who were alone. Students from our class were beaten twice in the cafeteria, and they ran away after the beating, not giving us a chance to fight back.
Of course, we were not stupid. We formed a team of more than ten students and specifically targeted the lone students in Class 7. Once we saw them, we would kick and beat them and then run away. The whole process took less than a minute and we couldn't cause any damage. We just vented our anger.
Then, when the evening self-study class was over, one class would rush to the other class. This happened every night, and even the school couldn't do anything about it. In general, the two sides were evenly matched. After all, it was a melee of so many people, and no one could defeat the other. This went on for about a week. One night before the end of the self-study class, our class was discussing how to beat up Class 7. At that time, everyone rushed over with stools after class, and now we are considering whether to change to iron bars. Once we change to iron bars, the situation may be out of control.
As we were talking, the door of our class was kicked open, and Class 7 rushed over without waiting for the class to end. The students in our class quickly picked up their stools and suddenly found that there were many new faces, and the number of people on the other side had more than doubled. Lei Yu suddenly shouted, "Fuck, why are the people from Class 8 joining in the fun? What does it have to do with you?" In the melee, someone said, "We, Class 7 and Class 8, have formed an alliance to deal with you, Class 3. Don't you have the big guys from Chenggao? You should be more powerful!" The person who spoke was very familiar. It turned out to be Dabin, who was beaten by our dormitory. It turned out that Dabin and his friends were all from Class 8.
Later, a melee broke out and there was no time to talk. The enemy had twice as many people as us and soon gained the upper hand. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell on our side. I was still holding the iron rod, and my eyes were a little red. This time I was a little irrational. What the hell is this alliance? I have been in the business for so long and have never heard of this. Anyway, I just smashed it randomly, hitting people on the head, and they also ran away in panic. Just as I was swinging vigorously, someone threw a stool over and hit my wrist hard, and the iron rod slipped out of my hand. "Hit Wang Hao, hit Wang Hao!" Someone shouted, and more than a dozen people rushed over and surrounded me and punched and kicked me.
I was really angry, but there was nothing I could do. I really felt like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog.
Bad Youth
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