Goudan and the others heard what Bai An said and looked at each other guiltily. They all saw it.
Not only did they see it, but they also had a full meal which they had not had for a long time and put on warm clothes which they had not worn for a long time.
But none of them spoke for Bai An, even though he was right.
Because they are the beneficiaries, they selfishly regard Bai An's family as capitalists to alleviate their guilt.
Deep down, they believe that what they did was not wrong and that the capitalists owed them.
Bai An looked at their unrepentant expressions, calmly got up from the ground and observed the surrounding environment. After all, she was not the kind of coward who would not fight back when being bullied.
Goudan exclaimed in confusion, and when he saw Bai An stand up, he was about to go forward and give him another push.
Bai An saw the opportunity, squatted down, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it on Goudan's face.
"Puh, puh, puh." Goudan angrily patted the dust off his face, staring at Bai An in front of him and was about to kick him.
Bai An grew up in an orphanage, so how could he just stand there and let him kick him?
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Bai An dodged Goudan's kick by leaning sideways, and before Goudan could react, he kicked him on the back.
Goudan, who was kicked in public, felt that his face was humiliated by Bai An. He yelled like crazy and turned around to rush towards Bai An.
Seeing this, Bai An picked up a wooden stick on the ground and hit Goudan's arm with the stick. Goudan, who was hit by the stick, covered his arm. Bai An took advantage of this opportunity to hit his other hand.
Goudan's face was twisted in pain. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Bai An. Bai An didn't have time to dodge and was hit directly on the forehead by the stone.
Bai An, who was hit, felt dizzy for a moment and his body shook involuntarily. When Bai An tried to stand up straight, he felt like something was covering his eyes, which were red. He reached out and touched it.
Looking at the liquid wiped off his hands, Bai An saw clearly that it was bright red blood.
The other children had never seen such a thing before, and they stood by, too scared to move. However, one little girl stood up bravely and turned around to call the teacher.
"Let's see who dares to go." Goudan's voice was trembling slightly. He stopped the man and warned: "If anyone dares to go, don't blame me for being rude."
As he said that, he walked up to Bai An and nonchalantly grabbed Bai An's braid, "If anyone sees it, just say you did it yourself, got it?"
Bai An looked up at the boy in front of him who was half a head taller than him and said in a low voice.
Goudan didn't hear clearly and thought Bai An was scared, so he turned around and was about to go back.
Bai An took the stick and hit him on the head, "Go away, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
Since he dared to smash her head with a stone, what else did she have to worry about?
Goudan was hit unexpectedly and collapsed to the ground wailing, holding his head.
Bai An took the wooden stick and hit him again and again, without holding back any strength, specifically hitting the spots that hurt.
Goudan covered his head, so Bai An hit his hands. Goudan put his hands in his arms, so Bai An hit his back. But when he stretched out his hand to touch his back in pain, Bai An hit his stomach.
"You are just standing there watching, why don't you pull her away quickly?" Goudan shouted at the group of people standing nearby, "Hurry up."
The group of people looked at each other, waited for the right moment and walked forward. One of them pulled Bai An's braid, one snatched the stick from Bai An's hand, and one grabbed Bai An's hand.
"What are you doing? You are using your numbers to bully the minority." Bai An struggled hard, but it was of no use.
Goudan struggled to get up from the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt and wiped it on Bai An's fair face. The remaining dirt was scattered on Bai An's head.
The wound on his head felt a little painful when it touched the dust, and Bai An couldn't help but frown.
"What are you looking at? We just had a pretty intense fight." Goudan looked at Bai An's unyielding look and shouted, "Your family is just like Cui Ju's family. You shouldn't live in the same village as us."
"You don't deserve to wear such nice clothes." Goudan was thinking about pulling off the pink hair on Bai An's head. Feeling a little resistance, he exerted a little force and a few strands of hair fell off as well.
Bai An felt some pain, looked at the hair in Goudan's hand, and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Goudan turned around, holding the flower in his hand, and asked the girl next to him, "Who wants it?"
No one answered.
Seeing this, Goudan threw the hairpin in his hand to the ground, stepped on it, and shouted, "That's right, who would want something from a capitalist?"
Bai An raised his foot and kicked Goudan.
Goudan covered his stomach. He did not expect Bai An to struggle in this situation. He angrily shouted at the person holding Bai An, "Hold on tight."
The person holding Bai An looked at his miserable state and said hesitantly, "Goudan, let's just leave it like this."
"That's it." Goudan looked at them and said, "It's not you who are being beaten, so you're making it sound so easy."
Goudan picked up the stick on the ground and was about to hit Bai An with it.
Bai An looked at the wooden stick getting closer and closer and closed his eyes in fear.
There was no expected pain in his body, and the person next to him let Bai An go.
Bai An opened his eyes and saw that the wooden stick was in Lin Zhixia's hand.
Lin Zhixia looked at Bai An's miserable appearance, his eyes full of heartache. He slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched Bai An's forehead. He didn't dare to use force, so he could only rub it slowly with his thumb. Looking at her head full of dust, Lin Zhixia avoided the wounds and wanted to gently pat them off.
But Bai An shook off his hand, glanced at Goudan beside him, said nothing, stood up and walked towards the classroom.
Lin Zhixia frowned even more when she saw Bai An like this.
He turned around and asked Goudan coldly, "You did it, didn't you?"
I looked at the face in front of me, trying to curl the corners of his mouth and appear gentle, but his face was twisted because of his inner emotions.
Goudan shook his head vigorously and said in defense: "She did it all by herself. I didn't do anything."
Lin Zhixia turned her head to look at the people watching nearby and said softly, "Really?"
They were all frightened by Lin Zhixia's appearance and dared not say a word.
Lin Zhixia lowered her head and saw a blood-stained stone at her feet and picked it up gently.
He gently rubbed the stone on Goudan's forehead, looked at his body trembling with fear, and said softly: "If you say it's not true, then it's not true."
Goudan looked at Lin Zhixia's receding back, and recalled the look he gave him the last time. He couldn't help but soften his body and said, "My parents were right. These two families are the scourge of the village."
Da Zhuang, who was picking up wood, looked up and saw Bai An walking past him with blood all over his head.
"Bai An!" Da Zhuang dropped the wood in his hand, looked at the blood and dirt on Bai An's head, and shouted angrily, "Who did this?"
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