Song An's arm was pulled, so he could no longer cover his head. I clearly saw that half of Song An's cheek was blue. The force just now was really strong. Song An's whole body was shaking, and he looked at me with fear.
The other three students who participated in the sneak attack on me also began to tremble, and all they could do was lower their heads, lower their heads, lower their heads!
Suddenly I felt sorry for them...
I gritted my teeth and told myself that I must not be soft-hearted! Since I have embarked on this path, I must learn to be ruthless!
This time, he was much calmer than when he hit Hong Li on the head with a brick, which was a great improvement.
The corridor was still very quiet, and I could even feel the fear in the eyes of the senior high school students when they looked at me.
Among this large group of people, I was not tall, nor did I have a strong aura. However, the moment I swung the black arm wand, the image of "fierce" was fixed in the minds of those people.
"I have always been a person who knows how to repay kindness." I said to Song An, "If others treat me well, I will treat them well; if others treat me badly, I will treat them badly in the same way. You hit me twice tonight, so I plan to hit you twice in return, and no one will suffer. But..." My tone suddenly became low: "If you tell me who is behind you, you don't have to take the second hit."
After saying that, I raised the arm bar horizontally and aimed it at Song An's cheek, which was only two or three meters away.
My heart was trembling. That move just now not only frightened others, but also frightened myself. Although I repeatedly told myself to be more ruthless, my body's natural reaction could not deceive me. The sweat in my palms almost flowed down my wrists. I made great efforts to stop my hands and feet from shaking.
How many people were standing in the corridor? There must be at least 40 or 50 people, and every one of them was staring at me.
From the first time I hit Zou Yang with a flower pot, I cried myself to now when I hit people, my hands no longer shake, I know that I am slowly changing, from the weak and incompetent Wang Hao in the past to the current "trying" cold-blooded and ruthless Wang Hao. At the very least, I have to hide my weak side and pretend to be cold-blooded to everyone.
I know that only in this way will others not bully me.
I just don't want to be bullied by others, why does it become so difficult...
"I'll count to three." I looked at Song An and said slowly, "After three, if you don't say anything, the second stick will be swung."
In fact, now I don’t know if I have the courage to swing the second stick.
If Song An still doesn't reveal the mastermind after counting to three, what should I do? Should I continue to beat him?
Arm strength stick, swinging it once is much more terrifying than punching it dozens of times. If you are not careful...
I didn’t dare think about it any further, for I was afraid that I would become weak again.
"One..." I read out loud.
The corridor was silent, and I even felt that they were deliberately holding their breath, as if they were afraid of disturbing me, who was "bad-tempered".
"Two..." I uttered the second word.
I swung the arm wand in my hand, blowing some wind on Song An's cheek like hitting a baseball. Although I have never played baseball, I think this is what it feels like. Song An's head is very big, much bigger than a baseball.
I rubbed the arm bar against Song An's cheek, which must have been a painful ordeal for him.
Song An's body continued to tremble, and there was a pleading look in his eyes as he looked at me, as if he was hoping that I would show mercy.
"Very tough." I smiled. My mind was blank, and after I counted to "three", the arm bar was about to be swung out.
What consequences will it cause? I don't know. The first blow made half of Song An's face blue. Will the second blow make half of his teeth fly out? I think it's very likely. It's even more serious...
We can't wait any longer.
"Three!" I shouted, and swung the arm strength stick in my hand towards Song An's cheek!
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" Song An burst into tears and howled loudly. At the same time, the floor under him became wet, and a foul smell immediately spread.
My arm bar stopped less than a centimeter away from his cheek.
The red stick... is really hard to make. In my opinion, it is much more difficult than the white paper fan. The white paper fan only requires thinking, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I don't have to beat Song An anymore. Only I know how relaxed I am now.
Bad Youth
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