Rebirth of the Super Prince

Update time:2012-09-19

"Move him!"

Pockmarked face endured the pain and called the two young men behind to surround Ye Jun. In fact, he was quite frightened. He didn't expect Ye Jun to move so quickly. Pockmarked face knew that he might not be able to win in a one-on-one fight.

I don't mind this kind of group fight.

"Hey, kid, I want you to know what it means when a white knife goes in and a red knife comes out!"

Lu Mao, who was the first to show off the blade, shook off the switchblade in his hand again, with a bad look on his face. The owner of the grocery store was planning to stop him, even if there was a fight, so as not to dirty his store, but when he saw Lu Mao playing with the knife,

I was frightened and frightened for a moment, but if it came to my mouth, I would swallow it back knowingly.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Jun's mouth. Under Lu Mao's unbelievable gaze, he actually came forward first, raised his thigh, and accurately kicked the switchblade away from Lu Mao's hand. At the same time, he punched the spring knife in Lu Mao's hand.

It hit the bridge of Lu Mao's nose. With a scream, Lu Mao instantly covered his bleeding nose, and his originally white shirt was stained with a lot of scarlet red, which was shocking.

Many passers-by and students stopped immediately. Seeing that more and more people were watching the theater, Gangneung No. 1 Middle School was surprised and anxious. As the leading middle school in Jiangling City, Gangneung No. 1 Middle School will naturally receive high-standard treatment.

, there was a police station built with an open roof within two hundred meters. Especially looking at Ye Jun's agile and sharp skills, he knew that he had hit a brick wall today, so he immediately said harshly: "Kids, if you dare, don't run away after school this afternoon. I

Bring someone to accompany you and have a great time!"

"Uncle, do you have the guts to say it again." Ye Jun's face was solemn and his tone was terrifyingly quiet.

"Kid, don't be too arrogant. I have so many brothers that beating you to death is like pinching an ant. Also, after I catch the bitch who sent you to school today, I will tell the brothers to have a good time, and then

Sell ​​it to make chickens!”

Ye Jun's tone was quite condescending, causing many students to purse their lips and laugh. For a moment, the pock-marked face couldn't hold on to his shame anymore. Although he couldn't get any advantage with his hands, he couldn't lose his words with his mouth.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his pock-marked face regretted, because he was horrified to find that Ye Jun had actually picked up a bench in the grocery store for customers to enjoy the shade at an extremely fast speed, and then slashed it over.

boom!

Before he could reach out to block it, the bench was shattered into two pieces. His pockmarked face felt dizzy for a while, and blood spattered on the spot, staining half of his twisted face red. It was extremely hideous. If the bleeding of green hair before was considered shocking,

So the miserable state of the pockmarked face at this moment can be described as shock.

But Ye Jun obviously planned to die without saying anything shocking. When Mazi fell to the ground with his face and legs weak, he raised the half stool in his hand high and struck Mazi with all his strength under the frightened eyes of passers-by and students.

The right leg of the face is on the knee!

"ah!"

Accompanied by a heart-piercing scream, not to mention the students, even the adults passing by were all shivering and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. The image of Ye Jun was so cruel in their weak hearts, it was so cruel! Looking at Mazi

With his face lying on the ground in shock, many passers-by were thinking that half of his leg was probably useless, and whether he could even save his life depended on the willingness of the ruthless student in front of him!

"Ye Jun, no, Brother Ye! Stop fighting, it will cause death!"

Huang Bozhao panicked, completely panicked. He had heard about stabbing people before, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. Even if he showed a knife, it was usually to bluff people. This group of social youths did not have the courage. Not all gangsters

Young people in society dare to compete with characters such as Brother Nan, Brother Hao, and Pheasant in the movie. These days, everyone knows how to form gangs. Even elementary school students dare to form a gang. But those who really dare to fight, dare to do so.

It's not like there are no swords, but there are very few people who make people bleed into rivers and go into shock and coma, definitely very few!

Ye Jun gave the teenagers of this era a too intuitive image of violence. Even Huang Bozhao, a well-known gangster in Jiangling No. 1 Middle School, was frightened and uneasy by Ye Jun's outrageous behavior at this moment.

"What's going on? Damn it, you guys are making trouble here again! Do you all want to be locked in a cage for two days?"

At this time, two middle-aged policemen walked through the crowd and gave some routine admonitions as they walked. But when they took a closer look, they were stunned. Because this scene completely went against the logic of their more than ten years of working as police officers. Three 25-year-olds

, one was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead, the other was lying on the ground holding his nose and lingering for breath, the other was shivering behind Huang Bozhao, and there was also a high school student who was holding on to half a stool and looking fiercely.

"Lao Zhang, what on earth is going on?"

"Take them all back and let's talk! But judging from the situation, it's these young men who have kicked the iron plate."

The two middle-aged policemen looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. Fortunately, an older man was still rational and shouted to the students and passers-by who had gathered to watch the theater: "Please disperse, there is nothing to see."

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"Hey, Captain Li, something happened here. Please send a few people over. Also, help call an ambulance... Yes, someone has fainted. It looks like he was seriously injured." As for the other policeman, he immediately took out his hand.

Use the intercom to briefly explain the situation at the scene.

"Hey! I told you, what are you looking at? They're all gone!"

After the policeman put down the walkie-talkie, he saw many students and passers-by still chattering, and he immediately became angry. Fortunately, his words were still effective. The people who were originally gathered together dispersed in twos and threes, but there were also some students who, after walking away, would

He stopped to wait and see. However, the policeman was too lazy to care about this. After all, his eyes and legs were on someone else's body and he couldn't care about it. He walked straight to Ye Jun and said seriously: "Classmate, I hope you can explain the matter clearly. Don't worry.

We will enforce the law impartially."

"Police, it was him! He was the one who hit people first."

Seeing the police appear, Huang Mao, who was huddled behind Huang Bozhao, suddenly became emboldened. He pointed at Ye Jun and planned to beat him up. He also pushed Huang Bozhao and encouraged him: "Bozhao, you are talking, aren't you?"

Huang Bozhao originally planned to follow Huang Mao's words, but suddenly he saw Ye Jun glance at him gloomily, his hands and feet suddenly became cold, and he trembled: "I don't know, it's none of my business."

"Fuck! Bo Zhao, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Huang Mao was angry. He didn't expect Huang Bozhao to be so dishonest at this juncture, but Huang Bozhao said sadly: "Brother, you can just pat your butt and leave. I still have to study with him for a year."

After hearing this, Huang Mao was speechless. He was not stupid, but when he thought about the dozens of brothers behind him, he suddenly felt confident and said: "What are you afraid of? There are many of us!"

"Fuck! I didn't know who was right and who was wrong. I thought you were really unjust, but judging from your tone, you are not a good bird. Take them all back! They will leave after recording their confessions!" Lao Zhang, who was responsible for evacuating the crowd, just came back.

Hearing Huang Mao's boastful expression, he immediately became angry. He winked at the middle-aged policeman next to him and said, "What did the team say?"

"This one on the ground is waiting for the ambulance. I'm here to help look after it. You take a few of them back."

"good."

Upon hearing this, Lao Zhang briefly explained the situation to the intercom, and then led Huang Mao, Lu Mao, Huang Bozhao and Ye Jun into the simple police station dozens of steps away.

As soon as he entered the door, Lao Zhang took out a few pieces of letterhead paper from the drawer, distributed them to the four people, and said seriously: "Write down what happened before on the paper. Remember, this is a written confession, and you must bear legal responsibility."

If you are responsible, please don’t write nonsense.”

"Uncle policeman, I can't read." Lu Mao covered his nose and raised his hands.

"You don't even know how to read, and you run out to hang out? Sooner or later, go home and farm, don't even know how to make money by then!"

When Lao Zhang heard this, he roared and slapped the table. Regardless of Huang Bozhao and Huang Mao's suppressed smiles, he said fiercely: "If you don't know how to write, you have to write. If you can't write, don't even think about leaving here today!"

"And you! Why are you laughing? Do you know how to read?" Seeing Huang Mao still covering his mouth and laughing, Lao Zhang couldn't help but cursed.

"Uncle policeman, I can read since I was three years old."

Huang Mao didn't take entering the police station seriously at all. He seemed to be a frequent visitor to higher-end places, and he was full of playful smiles. Hearing this, Lao Zhang pointed at Lu Mao and said with a smile: "Well, you have to work harder. He can't read, so just let him

He said, you write it. Also, the one lying on the ground, I’m sorry to bother you too.”

After that, regardless of Huang Mao's mournful expression, he looked at Huang Bozhao and Ye Jun and said seriously: "You must be students from Jiangling No. 1 Middle School, right? How come you got mixed up with this group of social youths? By the way, I have to give it to you.

Your principal should call and report the situation, and ask your head teacher to pick them up."

"Uncle policeman, it's none of my business, don't call." When Huang Bozhao heard that he wanted the head teacher to pick him up, he was immediately frightened because his parents would probably come to school next.

Lao Zhang was not one to give sympathy, and regardless of Huang Bozhao's almost pleading look, he raised the phone and found a number from a stack of business cards on the table. When a slightly high-pitched voice came from the phone, Lao Zhang

He explained the situation with a smile, and after a while, he covered the phone and said to Huang Bozhao: "Which class are you in?"

"Experimental Class Two."

Jiangling No. 1 Middle School has unified the cram schools for liberal arts into experimental classes, and as for science, they have all been unified into yucai classes. Because there are so many students repeating this time, there are actually four classes in the liberal arts class in history. Of course, except for class one

It is a top class where all the stars gather. The other three classes are a mixed bag, even if they are not the kind that cannot hold up the wall.

About 10 minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into the police station. He was wearing casual clothes. As soon as he walked in, his eyes fell on Huang Bozhao and said sincerely: "Huang Bozhao, it's you again!

Why are you so disobedient? If you don’t do something every day, you feel uncomfortable all over, right? You’ve been with me for three years. Look at you. You only got double digits in the college entrance examination. If you don’t think about yourself, you should

Sell ​​blood for you so that the mother who goes to school can think about it? Besides, your father was working on a construction site a few years ago and unfortunately broke a leg. Now he can't do anything. The whole family is eager for you to make a career. Oh, forget it.

You are now an adult, and the teacher won’t talk to you anymore. That’s it, think more about it yourself.”

"Excuse me, which class are you a student in?" The middle-aged man looked at Huang Bozhao earnestly, with helplessness on his face. He intuitively told Ye Jun that this was a good teacher, who at least fulfilled his responsibilities as a teacher, and was better than those who either scolded or scolded him every day.

The punished gentle scum are more than a little stronger.

"Hello, teacher, I am Ye Jun, a student transferred to Class 2 this year."

"What? Are you Ye Jun?"

The middle-aged man was surprised, but he quickly smiled and said: "Sorry, the Academic Affairs Office made an oversight when arranging the list. You are a student in Class 1, not my class."

Class one?

Huang Bozhao was shocked for a moment. Jiangling No. 1 Middle School has always had an unwritten rule. Students who can enter the first class are not necessarily top students with both good character and academic performance. The reason why it is called "Stars Gathering" is because

There are not only top students who passed the exam based on their true talents and studies, but also young masters and ladies who bought in through connections with dignitaries. After all, Jiangling No. 1 Middle School has exceeded the college entrance examination targets every year, and 80% of them are in the star-studded class.

, the teaching staff and equipment are completely different from other classes, but no one will be jealous, let alone feel that the school is unfair, because these equipments are all given to the school free of charge by dignitaries.

To put it bluntly, these facilities are all private, and even some foreign teachers and special education are hired by rich people with money. If you don’t have the ability to pass the exam, and your parents don’t have the money to send you there, who can blame you?

Who is to blame?

Therefore, in Class 1 of Jiangling No. 1 Middle School, there are too many fresh graduates and past graduates who are trying to get in!