Nie Yuanlong slammed the table again and said angrily: "Who is Yu Chengfei? A little jerk who came out of some mountain valley. Why is he qualified to be on equal footing with me and Brother Feng?" Hearing this, I coughed heavily, meaning don't forget that Yu Chengfei and I are from the same place. Nie Yuanlong also coughed lightly, and did not continue to entangle on this topic, but said: "Seeing that Yu Chengfei's power is getting stronger and stronger, Brother Feng and I agree that we can't let him develop any further, so we discussed a brilliant idea - that is, we pretend to fight to the death and drive Yu Chengfei out of the campus, and then say that whoever wins will compete with him, and he is not allowed to return to the vocational college easily, otherwise he will inevitably be jointly eliminated by the two of us."
As Nie Yuanlong spoke, he looked at all of us and continued: "There are two purposes for driving Yu Chengfei out of the campus. First, to curb the development of his power. Second, to seize the opportunity to make more money. In order to make the trick more realistic, Brother Feng and I agreed to have a battle every now and then, so that the outside world would always think that we were in a decisive battle. Everyone here knows these secrets." Everyone nodded, and I nodded too, indicating that I was an insider.
"When the battle is scheduled, the leaders of both sides, namely the Four Red Sticks and the Four War Generals, all show mercy to each other and never accidentally hurt each other, so as not to damage everyone's harmony. As for the brothers under your command, let them really fight. Not only can they train their own strength, but they can also shut up those who gossip outside. From the beginning of summer vacation to now, everyone has scheduled dozens of battles, right? It has always been peaceful and the relationship between the two sides is very harmonious."
At this point, he sighed, "Unfortunately, just last week, this peace and stability was broken..." When he said this, he naturally looked at me and Zhang Xiaoyong. Zhang Xiaoyong held his head high, his chest puffed out, and looked like he had a clear conscience. On the other hand, I looked indifferent, constantly patting the backpack hanging on the back of the chair. To be honest, I really wanted to see how Qiu Feng would perform, so I haven't produced the key evidence yet.
Nie Yuanlong said, "Last Wednesday, Brother Feng and I planned a fight. We arranged for Wang Hao to fight, and Brother Feng arranged for Zhang Xiaoyong to fight. The location was the open space behind the faculty dormitory building, and the old rules were that no outsiders were allowed to be present. This was supposed to be a fight without suspense. No matter how the members of both sides fought, Wang Hao and Zhang Xiaoyong would just have to show some respect. But unfortunately, after the fight, Wang Hao and Zhang Xiaoyong were both injured to varying degrees."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Qiu Feng interrupted, "This needs to be explained clearly. Wang Hao was only hit twice, and he will be fine after a few days of rest with a bandage. But Zhang Xiaoyong on our side has a ruptured stomach and intestines, and he can only walk now!"
Nie Yuanlong said with a gloomy face: "The severity of the injury is secondary. What matters is who started it first. If Zhang Xiaoyong attacked Wang Hao first, then Wang Hao attacked in self-defense and injured Zhang Xiaoyong. It was reasonable, right?" Fortunately, this guy had some conscience and knew to speak up for me in this situation, even though his analysis was completely wrong.
"I didn't!" Zhang Xiaoyong shouted, "Wang Hao stabbed me first, so I only stabbed him twice!"
I gave him a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you are awesome. Even after I chopped your intestines out, you still managed to get up and chase me and chopped me twice. You are the immortal god of war. You should be the most famous one-on-one king among the three schools. Compared with you, Cheng Gao's bricks are nothing." Anyway, I just made fun of him as much as I could.
As expected, Zhang Xiaoyong was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick: "You...you..." - Actually, it was quite good, much better than the pale and sick look just now. After calling you "you" several times, he finally said: "I was so angry that I exploded the potential in my body and cut you twice! But it's a pity that I didn't have the strength at that time, otherwise I would have made you burst your stomach and intestines!" He said with gritted teeth, probably venting the pain in his heart.
"Haha, do you think you are a Saint Seiya? You can unleash your potential?" I laughed. But I know this kind of thing still exists. Just like when I was slashed by Zhang Xiaoyong, I was able to run so far while holding my stomach, and finally bravely climbed three floors to find the Iron God to help me solve the problem. This is also a typical example of "potential explosion".
Zhang Xiaoyong was about to refute something, but Nie Yuanlong slammed the table again and said, "Alright, stop talking nonsense and tell us what happened at that time. Let Brother Feng and I figure out what happened. Who of you two will speak first?"
I pointed at Zhang Xiaoyong with my chin and said, "Saint Seiya, you go first." Liu Xiangrong and the others were holding back their laughter, obviously amused by me. Zhang Yunfei and the others were all furious, their eyes looking as if they wanted to eat me. It seems that I have never lost to anyone in bickering, right? This is also one of my strengths. If I meet someone I can't win an argument with, I will just use my fists. In simple terms, it can be summed up in one sentence: Those who can win an argument with me can't beat me, and those who can beat me can't win an argument with me.
Although Zhang Xiaoyong was unhappy when I called him "Saint Seiya", he was still very proud of having obtained the "priority to speak", so he immediately said: "That morning, I led 19 brothers to the back of the faculty dormitory building, and Wang Hao was already leading people to wait there. At that time, he was smoking and chatting and laughing with a few people around him..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" I said with a straight face, "Get straight to the point! You write novels, the more words you have, the more money you can make?"
Zhang Xiaoyong's face flushed: "You know nothing! I have to explain the situation clearly, right?!"
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