Darkness is Coming

In the No. 1 Primary School, Nanyan District, Yuanjiang City, in the classroom of the second grade (4), the primary school students who were jumping like sparrows gathered around the second-to-last row of seats, excitedly watching an upcoming "battle" .

   "Jiang Daxing, did you call He Meili an orphan yesterday? She cried, I want you to apologize to her!"

The boy in the short-sleeved school uniform stared at a boy sitting in the seat. The latter was better developed, tall and strong, and the fat and thin flesh could hold up the school uniform. In the eyes of his fellow pupils, he was really strong and powerful. , daunting.

   "Yang Xiaoqian, are you sick? I'm not wrong, why should you apologize?" The little fat man rolled his eyelids and said nonchalantly.

   "You're wrong! He Meili is a single-parent family, not an orphan! Also, her father didn't run away, her father was a hero who died during the flood relief! You insulted the families of the martyrs, you must apologize to He Meili!"

The little man Yang Xiaoqian is very stubborn, but it is obviously useless to reason with Jiang Daxing, and the students around him don't quite understand what is sacrifice to fight the flood. They don't care who is right or wrong. When it rings, there is no fun to watch.

"I don't know what you're talking about, the teacher doesn't care, it's none of your business. Why do you like to have nothing to do and be a hero so much, do you think you are Ultraman?" Jiang Daxing pushed hard, impatiently "I won't apologize, why, do you want to fight?"

  Yang Xiaoqian was pushed back and took another step forward. At this time, Jiang Da Xingxing stood up, a head taller than Yang Xiaoqian, and glared at Yang Xiaoqian fiercely, but Yang Xiaoqian stood still.

  He Meili, who was standing behind, cried again.

   "Yang Xiaoqian, you can't beat him, forget it, don't tell him, let's sue the teacher." The little girl said intermittently while sobbing.

  Yang Xiaoqian said in his heart, the teacher doesn't care about this, otherwise Jiang Daxing should have invited his parents yesterday.

   So we can't just let it go, otherwise Jiang Daxing will be more reckless and intensify. Since Jiang Daxing was at fault first, as a messenger of justice, he must pay the price!

  Teacher doesn't care, I'll take care of it!

   But you can't beat it with your hands, what should I do?

  Yang Xiaoqian thought for a while, then lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Okay, don't fight."

   "Cut." Jiang Daxing sneered and sat back in his seat, "Go away if you don't dare to fight, coward."

But Yang Xiaoqian didn't move, he looked directly into Jiang Daxing's eyes, and said slowly: "If there is a fight, no matter who wins or loses, we both have to call parents, why don't I make a bet with you, if I win, you will I apologize to He Meili from everyone's face, if I lose, I will pay you a pack of popping candy, the big one."

   "I'm too lazy to care about you." Jiang Daxing rolled his eyes again.

   "Add a new card of Gongsun Sheng!" Yang Xiaoqian made a big move, and suddenly there were air-conditioning voices around him, and the boys and girls all looked at Yang Xiaoqian with shocked eyes.

At the end of the 1990s, the Little Raccoon Company seized the business opportunity and invited professional painters to draw the Water Margin cards, which were attached to the crisp noodles. Each pack was different, and the card making materials were far superior to other cards on the market, and the workmanship was excellent. , the material is thick and the style of painting is exquisite, which can naturally become popular and set off a wave of card collection.

At that time, almost all the children in the small town on the far river were collecting cards. Everyone dreamed of collecting a set of 108 generals, so that the cards became the protagonist, and the crispy noodles were irrelevant. Many children bought the crispy noodles. , tore the package, took out the card, and then threw the noodles away. The trash cans in schools and on the street were filled with instant noodles, and as soon as water was released in the small river ditch, it was a scene of bubbling bubbles facing east.

The merchants are unscrupulous. In order to make money, they will not easily let children get what they want. Therefore, some cards appear very frequently, while some cards appear very infrequently. The ones with low "drop rate" are rare cards. A rare card can be exchanged for ten or even twenty common cards in the small market.

  For example, what Yang Xiaoqian said about the Dragon King Gongsun Sheng, there is no second one in the whole one, its preciousness is self-evident.

   And Yang Xiaoqian actually took this rare card as a bet!

  The eyes of the classmates suddenly became hot, and there was a trace of tension in the air, and the atmosphere changed drastically.

  Jiang Daxing was interested at this time, but did not agree immediately, he asked: "Then what do you bet on?"

   "I bet if I can hit your face with my hand without touching you!" Yang Xiaoqian squinted his eyes and raised his chin provocatively, "How about it, dare you bet?"

   "If you don't touch me, you can still hit me?" Jiang Daxing pondered for a while, and decided that this was impossible. Yang Xiaoqian must be confused, so he laughed and said, "Okay, I'll bet with you!"

   "Then say it, if I win, you have to apologize to He Meili very sincerely!"

  Yang Xiaoqian spoke every word and spoke very seriously, which made Jiang Daxing a little shaken for a while, could he really have a way to do it? How is this possible.

   The curiosity of the classmates was also aroused, and everyone wanted to see what kind of magic trick could make Yang Xiaoqian hit Jiang Daxing in the face without touching him.

   "Bet with him!"

   "Betting! Gongsun Sheng, we only have one in our school. A few days ago, a fifth grader said that he was willing to exchange a hundred pieces of glass! And they are all transparent (transparent and colored)!"

   "Yeah, it's me, I'll bet, the big deal is to apologize, what are you afraid of!"

A few good boys started booing, Jiang Daxing was a little tempted, but he still didn't agree, he thought for a while, and then said: "You can't use other things, such as if you hit me with a ruler or a pencil, then you lose. "

   "Of course." Yang Xiaoqian nodded without hesitation, "I said, it's my hand that hit your face, and it still doesn't touch you, that's what counts."

   How can you hit someone without hitting someone? Could it be that he knows qigong? Jiang Daxing thought to himself, but those qigong masters are very old, and they all said that it takes a long time to practice qigong, and it is impossible for Yang Xiaoqian to master qigong.

   "Okay, I'll bet with you!" Jiang Daxing shouted loudly, "I want to see how you win!"

   "Then look at it." Yang Xiaoqian put the palms of both hands together, rubbed them lightly, and then moved the wrist joints to start accumulating power.

   The boy who was booing didn't make a sound, and He Meimei didn't cry anymore. Everyone held their breath and waited and watched, all eyes were like goldfish, and they didn't even blink.

   "Wait." Yang Xiaoqian suddenly lowered his hand.

   "What's the matter? You can't go back! I'm willing to admit defeat!" Jiang Daxing was anxious, seeing that the cooked duck was about to reach his mouth, but he couldn't let it fly.

   Yang Xiaoqian shook his head: "I don't regret it, but you have to close your eyes first."

"why!"

   "I can't let you steal my skills. You close your eyes first, and then I shoot. With so many people watching, I can't lie to you."

Jiang Daxing thought for a while, his good buddy was also watching, Yang Xiaoqian definitely couldn't lie, so Jiang Daxing, who begged eagerly, closed his eyes and said anxiously: "Then hurry up, don't delay until class! "

   "Okay!" Yang Xiaoqian looked around, "Everyone is optimistic, help me testify!"

  Everyone nodded, thinking that they were about to see a wonderful scene, but saw Yang Xiaoqian round his arms and slap Jiang Daxing's face fiercely.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

   He slapped his forehand and backhand twice, the clear sound echoed, the classroom was silent, and the needle could be heard.

  Jiang Daxing jumped up directly from the stool. He shouted, but he didn't recover. He didn't know what to say. He was completely dumbfounded by these two slaps.

Yang Xiaoqian shook his hand, took out a packet of jumping candy from his schoolbag and threw it at Jiang Daxing's feet, then took out a Gongsun Sheng card wrapped in a small plastic sealable bag from his trousers pocket, slapped it on the table, and said coldly. : "I lost, jumping candy, Gongsun Sheng, here it is!"

  Jiang Daxing was stunned, wondering if he should reach for the card or not.

"Hehe, it's the first time I've seen someone begging for a fight in such a hurry." Yang Xiaoqian smiled, turned and walked away, walking to He Meili, he said softly again, "He Meili, Jiang Daxing is such a person. He won't apologize sincerely, even if the teacher asks him to apologize, he will only perfunctory. But it doesn't matter, these two slaps are enough to vent!"

   "Well, ummm!" He Meili nodded again and again, burst into laughter, laughed and cried again.

   As we all know, Yang Xiaoqian once skipped breakfast for a week and saved his breakfast money to buy plain noodles, and then he took out that Gongsun Sheng.

   "But your card..."

   "Cut, it's just Water Margin cards. Children only play that kind of thing. I haven't collected cards for a long time. It doesn't matter if I give them to him. Let's go and return to my seat for class." Yang Xiaoqian waved his hands indifferently and didn't care.

  Only Yu Qian, who was at the same table as Yang Xiaoqian, noticed that after Yang Xiaoqian's right hand hung down, he subconsciously touched the pocket of his trousers and grabbed the empty space.

   At this moment, the bell rang, and the head teacher who taught Chinese walked into the classroom with a thermos cup, took out a half-white chalk from the chalk box, and said, "Class!"

   "Stand up!" The squad leader stood up and shouted.

   The whole class stood up: "Teacher-teacher-good!"

   "Hello classmates, please take a seat! Everyone turn to page 20 of the textbook, Jiang Daxing, why are you covering your face?"

   roared with laughter.

   Only Jiang Daxing was lying on the table, crying.