Reckless Youth of Delinquency

"Yeah." I responded softly, feeling like a knife was cutting through my heart.

From the moment I picked up the flower pot and threw it at Zou Yang, I was determined not to let others control me anymore. From then on, I got out of control and walked step by step to where I am today. I have suffered humiliation and enjoyed glory, and finally hardened my heart. I was ruthless and determined to do something big to make others look at me with admiration, but because of my father's five gentle words, the outlook on life that I had finally established in the past was easily shattered.

No... was there a fight? I gently clenched my fists. How can you easily loosen your clenched fist?

The autumn wind suddenly picked up, making my body chilly and making my heart feel cold. I hate fighting in my bones, but my blood longs for fighting. As long as others don't cause trouble for me, I seem to be able to coexist with others in a friendly manner; but when others try to step on my head, it can arouse the most primitive violence in my heart.

I don’t want to go back to the three years of junior high school. Although I was expelled from Chenggao, I don't regret what I did. But the five words my father said suddenly made me feel ashamed and guilty. You can imagine how disappointed, sad and sad they were when they received the notice that I was expelled from the school. But even so, they comforted me in turn and never said anything bad to me or showed any signs of boredom. Affection.

Now, they only have one request for me, which is to stop fighting in the future. Can I refuse? Do you have the heart to refuse?

However, when I think of others bullying me and I can only choose to endure it, I feel a faint sense of unwillingness in my heart. It still makes me shudder when I recall my life in junior high school. The image of being bullied but unable to do anything sometimes flashes into my mind in the form of fragments. It can even wake me up from my sleep, silence me when I laugh, and make me laugh with joy. There was silence.

"It seems..." My father suddenly murmured to himself: "It seems that I am too selfish..."

I looked at my father in surprise, wondering what he meant by this. "Son..." My father put his arm around my shoulders, as if he and I were close buddies, "I have heard more or less about your experiences in junior high school..."

I do know that some of the fathers of my classmates worked in the same factory as my dad. My classmates went home and told their fathers about my story as a joke. Their fathers told my dad at work, and my dad went home and asked me if it was true.

I just heard my father continue to say: "At that time, I was also very angry. I was thinking why didn't you fight back? Why didn't you fight back? Clench your fist and hit them hard. No matter what the result, I will I'll pay for your medical expenses! You can't live without dignity, especially when bullying befalls you, you must choose to fight back without mercy!"

I stared at my father blankly, never expecting that he, who had always been honest and courteous, could say such a thing. The father laughed again: "In order for you to finish high school in a down-to-earth manner, I force you to stop fighting with others. This seems too selfish of me. Let's just put up with the ordinary little things, and It is still important to get along harmoniously among classmates. But if someone goes too far and makes you intolerable..."

My father’s big hand slapped me hard on the shoulder: “Then there’s no need to bear it anymore, teach him a lesson!”

"Okay!" The corners of my mouth raised, my mind suddenly opened up, and all my worries disappeared.

Dad, your words are enough!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," the mother yelled next to her: "How can you teach your children to fight? Is there a father like you?"

"Go, go..." The father waved his hand at the mother: "Women have long hair and short knowledge. Are you teaching your children to fight? This is teaching your children how to maintain a man's dignity! In this world, a man's dignity is the most important thing. The most important thing!”

"Isn't that right, son?" My father really drank too much, and he actually smiled playfully at me, without any trace of his father's majesty.

But... I like my current father so much!

"Yes!" I shouted, and I put my arms around my drunken father, and the two of us stood on the side of the road and giggled.

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After sending my parents to the station and watching them leave in the car, I returned to Beiyuan No. 7 Middle School. I was not familiar with this school, so I walked around the school twice first and found that the layout was similar to that of Chenggao. High schools across the country are probably similar, with nothing more than teaching buildings, staff buildings, large playgrounds, basketball courts, Buildings such as libraries and dormitories for men and women.

When class was about to begin, I found the class teacher's office. According to the procedure, he should have taken me to the classroom. The head teacher is a middle-aged man in his forties. He seems to have a good temper and is mostly bald. He smiles before speaking. But I won't be fooled by his appearance. It is said that the teachers in Beiqi are much more ruthless than the teachers in Chenggao.

But even so, I heard that the teachers in Beiqi are not very good at controlling students. No matter how chaotic the city is, students always have awe of their teachers, and no matter how courageous they are, they will never attack their teachers. However, there are often reports of students and teachers fighting each other in Beiqi.

The class teacher’s surname is Hu, so let’s call him Teacher Hu. Teacher Hu obviously didn't know where I was coming from and just thought I was an ordinary transfer student. He only asked where I was from and what my academic performance was. I said I was from Dongguan Town and my academic performance was average.

Teacher Hu didn't ask any more questions and led me to the classroom. The classroom was in a mess. Teacher Hu slapped the table twice and managed to quiet down, but the buzzing sound was still heard. Teacher Hu led me to stand on the podium and said slowly: "Today I would like to introduce a new classmate to you. This new classmate's name is Wang Hao."

When I mentioned the word "Wang Hao", the classroom became obviously quieter, and everyone stared at me. I guess they must have heard of this name. Among the three schools, the name of the eldest has always spread the fastest. I took a rough glance at the classmates and suddenly discovered that there was a girl with short burgundy hair, who was none other than Zhou Mo, the "fifth sister" in Seven Dragons and Six Phoenixes. Zhou Mo was looking at me with a rather playful look. We had met several times, so he smiled at her and looked away.

Teacher Hu was very verbose and talked a lot of nonsense, about how we should unite and be friendly and help each other. I almost fell asleep listening to it on the stage. After finally waiting for Teacher Hu to finish speaking, he stretched out his hand and said, "Wang Hao, sit there."

I followed his fingers and looked over, and I was surprised to find that he was next to Zhou Mo. There was no one next to Zhou Mo. I didn't think about anything, so I walked over and sat down. The classmates in the class all made a sound of "困", not knowing what it meant.

As soon as I sat down, Zhou Mo asked quietly: "Why are you here?"

I replied: "I was fired from Chenggao, so I had no choice but to come here."

Teacher Hu said on the podium: "Wang Hao, you haven't picked up the book yet, so you and Zhou Mo are watching. After class, go to my place to pick up the book!"

"Okay." I nodded.

After Teacher Hu left, the class teacher had not yet come in, and the class became a mess again, with all kinds of gossip floating around.

"His name is Wang Hao? Could it be the boss of Chenggao?" "There are so many people named Wang Hao, so it may not be him." "I think it must be him. I heard that Wang Hao was fired from Chenggao." "I I also feel a bit similar. The look in his eyes is quite scary." "It would be interesting if Wang Hao came to our place!" "I heard that Wang Hao killed Mai Zi and Lao Gou in Chenggao, but look at him He doesn't look like that kind of person." "I don't think so either. This Wang Hao is thin and small, who can he beat?"

"Not bad." Zhou Mo said expressionlessly: "We caused a sensation when we first arrived. Aren't you going to stand up and introduce yourself?"

"Forget it." I said, "I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to study hard. They'd better not think that I'm that Wang Hao."

Zhou Mo looked at me with a strange look, as if it was ridiculous to say "study hard" from my mouth.

"Don't make blind guesses, this person is definitely not Wang Hao, the big boss in Chenggao!" A somewhat familiar voice said suddenly.

The class fell silent for a moment. My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at the person who was speaking. Sure enough, I guessed it right. It was a classmate of mine in junior high school named Lu Xiang. Lu Xiang was very short and was sitting in the back row. When I scanned the class just now, I didn't even see him. Speaking of Lu Xiang, I was also very angry. This man was shorter than me and thinner than me. He was the first to bully me.

Of course, his bullying is not physical. He would never be able to beat me in a fight, but he likes to stand behind Zou Yang and others, waving flags and cheering. When Zou Yang and the others bullied me, Lu Xiang was the best at yelling and saying things like "beat him to death, beat him to death" and the like. He laughed when he saw me being bullied, and he was more excited than coughing up medicine.

Lu Xiang is very different. I used to have a crush on a girl in my class and I didn't dare to confess my feelings. I could only express my feelings in my diary and wrote a lot of words like 'I miss her so much'. Later, the diary was stolen by Lu Xiang. He stood on the podium and read it passionately in front of the whole class, making as if he was vomiting while reading. After reading the exciting part, Lu Xiang even jumped up and down and shouted, like a circus monkey.

So, although I hate people like Zou Yang who bully me directly, I also hate people like Lu Xiang who bully me indirectly. When I was being bullied, Lu Xiang's laughter was always particularly harsh, and he worked hardest when promoting others.

Because I was always bullied in class, I was careful about everything I did. But the more careful you are, the more likely it is that something will happen. It's like Murphy's law. The more you don't want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen. It is no exaggeration to say that even if I accidentally fart loudly, Lu Xiang can help me promote it for three days, and what he says will definitely be the version of "Wang Hao farted and fell into his pants", and he said it perfectly. , as if he were the hair on my anus and saw it with my own eyes.

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