Reckless Youth of Delinquency

"Oh, by the way." Ye Zhan said to me: "Let me introduce you, this is Song An, from Dongji Village, he is also a well-known figure in the third year of high school..."

Before Ye Zhan finished speaking, Song An laughed: "Okay, Ye Zhan, you used to call me 'Brother An, Brother An' when you met me, but now you just call me Song An? You don't know your last name after you follow Wang Hao" What happened?"

Ye Zhan glanced at him and said: "Song An, let me tell you, if you hadn't attacked the rat tonight, I would still call you Brother An as before. But what you did tonight was too unethical. You don’t have the right to let me call you brother anymore.”

After finishing speaking, he continued to introduce to me: "When Song An was in his second year of high school, he stole his horse from a gangster who was in his third year of high school. He was chased and beaten for more than ten days. Later, Su Xiaobai came out to help him. Solve this matter."

Song An's face turned red and white: "Ye Zhan, why are you bringing this up?! Is it interesting?"

"Interesting." Ye Zhan chuckled: "I'm just introducing you to Mouse so that you can have a general understanding of him."

"Hmm." I said, "Then, who ordered you to sneak attack me?"

Song An half sat up and said carelessly: "Who can instigate me? It's me who doesn't like you. Have you grown all your hair, and yet you still want to be the boss? If you are the boss, it's better than Ye Zhan is. At least I have been messing around for many years, what about you? Are you a loser? Let me tell you, stop now before things get too big, otherwise you will suffer in the future..."

"What a mouthful!" Ye Zhan kicked him again, this time directly to his head. Song An covered his head and said breathlessly: "Okay, Ye Zhan, I'm here to help you, but you still beat me. Your conscience was eaten by a dog, let's see how I deal with you in the future..."

The thorns are so thorny that they must be cleaned up.

Many senior high school students gathered in the corridor to watch, but no one came to break up the fight. It seemed that Song An's popularity wasn't very good either.

I shook my head, avoided Song An, passed through the crowd, and saw Shi Dong standing at the door of their dormitory, looking over here. I walked over, held a cigarette in my mouth first, and then handed him another cigarette. "Dongzi." I said, "Can you use your arm strength?"

"It's inside, take it yourself." Dongzi said with an indifferent attitude.

I took out the arm strength machine and held it heavy in my hand. It was so high-quality. This is 50KG grade, very thick, and the black spring rod has a unique metallic shine. It makes people feel cold all over in the hot summer.

I walked back to my original position holding the arm strength stick and stood in front of Song An. The whole corridor was silent and no one could guess what I was going to do.

"What are you going to do?!" Song An looked at me in horror. It's really ridiculous, you know what I want to do but you still ask...

I held the arm strengther horizontally in the air and aimed it at Song An's face, about two meters apart.

My face was still aching, and Song An showed no mercy at all when he hit me with the stick.

Ever since people like Zou Yang, Li Jie, and Hong Li became more honest in front of me, I knew that this world still respects the strong. If you want to become a strong person, the most important thing is to be ruthless when you should be ruthless.

Now, it is undoubtedly the time to be ruthless.

Many senior high school students are watching this scene, and I want them to have only deep fear of me from now on.

A bad reputation will become more bad as it spreads. There will always be people to help you publicize your evil deeds.

It took a whole year for Yu Chengfei to rise. As for me, it only took less than two months, although there was a lot of luck and even a lot of falsehood in it. But my starting point is already very high. From now on, I want to make this evil reputation real.

No one saw me stab Maizi with a knife, but this time many people will see me hit Song An on the head with an arm strength.

I still remember the moment when Yuan Shao jumped down from the wall. The knife in his hand stabbed into Maizi's belly with lightning speed. There was no sloppiness at all, no hesitation or indecision at all. All he had was coolness and majesty.

The name Red Stick is well-deserved.

And I don’t just want to make a white paper fan, I also want to make a red stick. I want to prove to everyone that I can be fierce.

Especially, when facing the enemy.

I looked at Song An. The lights in the corridor shone on the student's face, and I could clearly see beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Do I look terrible now?

The same me was bullied for three years in junior high school. I had been bullied for three years without uttering a word, and now I was beating another senior in front of a group of high school seniors. If you tell me about this change, who can believe it?

"Who ordered you to sneak attack me?"

Song An's mouth moved, but he didn't speak. I guess he must still be lucky.

I suddenly swung my arm stick, and the thick black spring stick hit Song An on the cheek. There was a muffled sound of "bang", and Song An's whole body fell sideways to the ground. With a scream of "ouch", he covered his head and twisted in pain.

At this moment, my heart trembled, and I wanted to throw away the arm strength stick and go see how Song An was injured. But I know I can't. There are still many people looking at me. I can't let them see my weak side. I want to leave them with a ferocious image of "cold-blooded and ruthless", a new big man who is no less vicious than an old dog. The image of a guy!

"Pull him up." I said coldly.

Just as Li Mu and Ou Jiahao were about to run over, I said, "Let Hu Jianmin and Dai Zude go."

Let them come, of course I have my reasons. Hu Jianmin and Dai Zude quickly walked over and pulled Song An up.

Song An's arm was pulled, so he could no longer cover his head. I could clearly see that half of Song An's cheeks were blue. The force just now was indeed not small. Song An's whole body was trembling and he looked at me with fear.

The other three students who had participated in the sneak attack on me were also trembling, and all they could do was lower their heads, lower their heads, lower their heads!

Suddenly I feel that they are very pitiful...

I gritted my teeth and told myself that I must not be soft-hearted! Since you embark on this road, you must learn to be ruthless!

This time, he was much calmer than when he slapped a brick on Hong Li's head, which was considered a great improvement.

The corridor was still very quiet, and I could even feel the fearful eyes of the senior high school students looking at me.

Among this large group of people, I am not really tall, nor do I have a strong aura. Just the moment I swung the black arm stick, the "ferocious" image was already fixed in the hearts of those people.

"I have always been a person who repays kindness." I said to Song An: "When others are good to me, I will be good to others; when others are bad to me, I will also be bad to others. You hit me twice tonight." Stick, I plan to give you two sticks in return, and no one will suffer. But..." The tone suddenly dropped: "If you tell who is the person behind it, you don't have to take the second stick."

After saying that, I raised the arm stick horizontally and aimed it at Song An's cheek, only two or three meters away.

My heart is shaking. That moment just now not only scared others, but also scared myself. Although I repeatedly warned myself to be harder and harder, my body's natural reaction could not fool me. The sweat in my palms almost flowed down my wrists. I made great efforts to prevent my hands and feet from shaking.

How many people are standing in the corridor? There must be forty or fifty people there anyway, and everyone's eyes are staring at me.

From the first time I hit Zou Yang with a flower pot, I cried myself. Now my hands no longer shake when I hit him. I know that I am slowly changing, from the weak and incompetent Wang Hao in the past to the "trying" person now. "The cold-blooded Wang Hao. At the very least, you should hide your weak side and show your cold-blooded side to everyone.

I know that only in this way will others not bully me.

I just don’t want to be bullied by others, why is it so difficult...

"I'll count three times." I looked at Song An and said slowly: "After three times, if you don't say anything, the second stick will be swung."

In fact, now I don't know if I have the courage to swing the second stick.

If after counting three times, Song An still hasn't revealed the person behind the scenes, what should I do? Should I continue to beat him?

Arm strength stick, swinging it out once is much scarier than dozens of punches. Accidentally...

I don't dare to think about it anymore, I'm afraid that I will become weak again.

"One..." I read out loudly.

The corridor was silent, and I even felt that they were deliberately holding their breath, as if they were afraid of disturbing the "grumpy" me.

"Two..." I said the second time.

I waved the arm stick in my hand, blowing some wind on Song An's cheek like a baseball. Even though I've never played baseball, I think that's what it feels like. Song An's head is big, bigger than a baseball.

I rubbed the arm stick against Song An's cheek. This must have been a painful ordeal for him.

Song An's body continued to tremble, and the look in his eyes that looked at me was pleading, as if he was hoping that I would be merciful.

"Very tough." I laughed. My mind went blank. After I counted "three", the arm stick was about to be swung out.

What are the consequences? I have no idea. The first blow made half of Song An's face turn green. Will the second blow make half of his teeth fly out? I think it's very possible. It could even be more serious...

Can't wait any longer.

"Three!" I shouted and swung the arm stick in my hand towards Song An's face!

"I said, I said!" Song An burst into tears and howled loudly. At the same time, the floor under him became wet, and a foul smell suddenly filled the air.

My armbar stopped less than a centimeter away from his cheek.

The red stick... is really difficult to make. In my opinion, it is much more difficult than the white paper fan. The white paper fan only requires using my brain, and I was relieved in my heart. There is no need to fight Song An anymore, only I know how relaxed I am now.

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