I am reborn without a pattern

"Hey, why are you crying, Zhang Haowei."

In the car, Zhang Haodong had one arm hanging outside the car door, holding a bottle of soda that looked like he was holding a can of mouthwash.

"Haobin, go to the stationery store and buy some A4 paper and double-sided tape."

Zhang Haonan handed a piece of money to another brother Zhang Haobin, "Plus a watercolor pen, I want a red one."

"good."

"Haodong pulled out two tissues."

"Give."

Zhang Haodong took out two pieces of paper in the car and handed them to Zhang Haonan. Then Zhang Haonan handed them to Zhang Haowei, who was still crying: "Wipe your tears and then sing to me."

Zhang Haowei took the tissue and just sobbed without answering.

Snapped!

With a backhand slap, Zhang Haonan grabbed his hair and shouted in his ear: "Are you going to fucking sing or not -"

Zhang Haowei cried loudly: "Ah Da, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"What I'm asking is whether you fucking sing--"

All the brothers in the family stopped smiling, and even Zhang Haodong subconsciously screwed on the cap of the soda bottle in his hand.

"Sing, sing..."

"very good."

Zhang Haonan helped Zhang Haowei stand up straight, then patted the wrinkles on his body and adjusted Zhang Haowei's school uniform. After zipping it up, he looked much better, "Students should look like students. Wearing school uniforms is not for comfort or good looks. , but because you are a student."

"No pressure, start singing the national anthem now."

"Get up, I don't want to..."

Snapped!

Another slap in the face: "You haven't fucking eaten?! Sing loudly! Are you singing the national anthem even if you can't hear it from across the street?!"

Zhang Haowei, who was covering his face, suddenly started crying again. At this time, a group of people came on the bridge not far from Chakang Middle School. Zhang Haobei came over with a dozen gangsters.

These little gangsters were the ones Zhang Haowei usually played well. After each of them took ten yuan, they followed Zhang Haobei and left.

They also made various friendships on the way, saying that if Zhang Haobei had any trouble in the future, he could settle it with them.

Zhang Haobei stood there with a height of 1.9 meters, and a dozen gangsters looked like dwarfs, looking very funny.

When they arrived at the school gate, they saw Zhang Haowei standing there covering his face and crying, and then saw Zhang Haowei closing his eyes and starting to sing the national anthem loudly.

Instead of showing sympathy for such ugly behavior, the gangsters burst into laughter.

"Awei, are you kidding me, singing the national anthem here?!"

"It's not the flag-raising ceremony this morning, Ah Wei, why are you having epilepsy?"

All kinds of ridicule made Zhang Haowei extremely ashamed. He felt that he had completely lost face. He would no longer have to hang out in Chakang Middle School and could not hold his head up...

Due to the arrival of the gangster, Zhang Haowei's singing also became quieter, but what followed was Zhang Haonan's kick.

He kicked him directly on the crook of the leg without stabilizing his body, causing Zhang Haowei to kneel on the ground.

"Did I fucking give you permission to sing quietly? Get up!!"

Zhang Haowei got up while crying, and then continued to sing the national anthem loudly.

"Brother Haonan."

After Zhang Haobin bought the stationery, Zhang Haonan glued the A4 paper and wrote a few big words on it: Last in the class.

Then it was attached to Zhang Haowei's clothes.

There were a lot of people watching at this time. The dean and vice principal of Chakang Middle School had already come out. Originally they were going to negotiate, but after seeing the group of gangsters hanging around in Chakang Street, they immediately gave up the idea and planned to Let’s see what happens.

Zhang Haowei sang the national anthem over and over again, and there were more and more people at the school gate. At the gate, Zhang Haonan told the teaching director and vice principal of Chagang Middle School about the situation. The teaching director Zhao Weimin said in a consultative tone: "This... ...Zhang Haowei’s brother, look, will this hurt Zhang Haowei’s self-esteem? After all, doing this is somewhat unacceptable. "

"If you can't graduate from junior high school and become a gangster, you'll have no self-esteem."

Only when the face of the "Big Brother in the Jianghu" is trampled under his feet will he realize that there has never been a big brother in the Jianghu.

As soon as Zhao Weimin heard what he said, he had no intention of continuing to persuade him to continue to take care of it. Mainly because he was a little upset.

He didn't expect that Zhang Haowei would have so many brothers, and they didn't come to help him fight, but instead came to beat him.

Damn it.

Vice Principal Su Xiangjun said with concern: "Will it make the children too sad and unable to think about it? I read in the newspaper that some rebellious children choose to commit suicide..."

"Principal Su, there is no such thing as a gangster in our family."

When the old man rebelled, he killed more than a dozen local gangsters with his own hands. Now, some of the great-grandsons actually yearn for the "jianghu" of small gangsters?

Not to mention that Zhang Haonan asked Zhang Haowei to stand at the school gate and sing the national anthem. Maybe Zhang Haowei's grandfather would cripple him with his own hands.

So, Zhang Haowei kept singing, over and over again, until Chakang Middle School started to let out. He was still singing. His tears had dried up and his voice had become hoarse. However, Zhang Haonan didn't shout to stop. Zhang Haowei really didn't dare to stop.

What's more, there are Zhang Haodong and Zhang Haobei not far away.

Thousands of teachers and students left the school like a tide, and Zhang Haowei became the biggest clown. Countless students and teachers stopped and watched for a while before leaving, including Zhang Haowei's head teacher and teachers of each class.

It wasn't until the school became quiet that Zhang Haonan said, "Okay, go home."

Zhang Haowei had no strength left. He didn't even have the strength to speak. His whole face was ashen, and all his energy had been drained away.

"go home."

After sending Zhang Haowei home, Zhang Zhicai didn't know what happened, but soon a local brother came over to talk about the matter. Zhang Zhicai's wife was furious: "Haowei is still growing. If he is injured, I will not let Zhang Haonan go - —”

Her violent voice broke through the roof, and the neighbors could hear her clearly.

Zhang Haonan didn't care about this. He just told some grandfathers at night. One grandfather drank some old wine and said: "The second year after the little devil ran away, your old lady killed Gang Fu with his own hands. At that time, Just over ten years rich?"

"Nineteen."

Another grandfather rubbed a peanut and said, "One shot was shot through the mouth, and the brains were splashed everywhere in the mill."