The Joy of Rebirth

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There was chaos in Class 2.1. Teacher Liang asked a bunch of students to start packing their things. He also asked a few boys to look after the gangsters lying on the ground. He went to the teaching office to ask other teachers.

An Anbi stood next to Xiao Qiuruo and looked around. She saw that her class was in a mess, with broken tables, stools, books covered with footprints, textbooks, and papers. Anyway, it was just a mess, just like a vegetable market. Same.

Looking at the group of boys standing next to her, An Anbi felt angry. From the information she just learned, she knew that when Xiao Qiuruo was surrounded by a group of boys, not a single boy in the class dared to stand up and resist.

Simply a loser.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. An Anbi clenched her fists, and then she remembered Ye Bihuang's cold snort to her when he left just now, and she suddenly burst out.

She pointed at the onlookers behind her and scolded: "You! You are all boys in Class 2.1, but you act like a bitch. The girls in our class were bullied by the boys from other classes, but none of you dared to Stand up, they are all wimps and rubbish! Guys like you shouldn’t have girls like you in life. What’s wrong with studying? It’s useless! If you can’t live your own life, you are a coward!”

An An Bi was originally the goddess in the eyes of all the boys in Class 2.1. Xiao Qiuru had just joined their class and had not yet established a foundation. In addition, she had a boyfriend, so her support rate was much lower than that of An An Bi.

Now that they were being scolded by the goddess in their hearts, and the words they said were reasonable, it was like a thousand arrows piercing their hearts. The scene was terrifyingly silent for a moment. After a few seconds, many girls in the class started talking, and all of them were It was because she supported An Anbi and felt that these boys were too useless and looked down upon the boys in her class with disdain.

Which man would want to be spoken to like this? It's degrading! They all hung their heads and their faces were red, and none of them could take it calmly.

"How about... how about we beat up Yang Ziming and the others to vent our anger on Xiao Qiuruo?" I don't know which male student said it, which caused a commotion. All the boys looked at each other and clenched their fists. I have an idea to take action.

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so people lying on the ground stopped moaning and hurriedly stood up, hunched over and trying to escape.

Yang Ziming was beaten badly by Ye Bihuang just now. He can't stand firmly now, but he also wants to escape. It is too dangerous here. If he is surrounded by thirty or forty people, he will be dead.

"Yang Ziming, you can't leave! Teacher Liang asked me to watch you. You can't leave until the teacher comes!" Three or four male students blocked in front of Yang Ziming, but they obviously lacked momentum.

Yang Ziming cursed: "Get out of here, Mr. Liang and Mr. Zhou, they are of no use to me. Who dares to stop me if I want to go out?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push the boy in front of him.

The boy was scolded and pushed by Yang Ziming, but he ducked past him and did not dare to stop him. After all, Yang Ziming was the bully in the provincial high school, and his reputation was already deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. He had fought his way up from the first grade in high school, and his foundation was very stable. , and he is very popular, and has many thugs under him. Even though he can't stand firmly now, but with his name here, no one dares to make the first move.

I saw Yang Ziming taking the lead and walking out quickly. Suddenly a pencil box flew out from nowhere in the class and hit Yang Ziming on the head.

"Damn it, whoever hit me, stand up!" Yang Ziming snorted coldly, turned around with difficulty, and stared at the group of people behind him fiercely.

"Damn it, this kid is still so arrogant like this. If I don't beat him up, I won't feel like a man anymore. Let's beat him up!"

"It's just that Yang Ziming is too arrogant. We don't care about him elsewhere, but here, he is so abominable!"

"Boys in Class 2.1, we can no longer be cowards. Even if we become enemies, we will kill them!"

"Rise up!"

"I was stepped on in the face by others. If we don't retaliate, I will look down on myself!"

"Come on all of them!"

With a roar coming from an unknown corner, it was like the fuse of a bomb was set off. The boys in the class quickly pushed Yang Ziming and others back into the class, and threw dictionaries, textbooks, etc. at Yang Ziming and more than a dozen people. .

Perhaps you thought this was not enough, but a boy kicked Yang Ziming in the waist. This time, Yang Ziming started to fight back, and a big melee ensued.

13 people to 40+ people. Under such a ratio, Yang Ziming and the others, who were already seriously injured, were naturally at a disadvantage. Suddenly, there were screams, begging for mercy, cries, and beatings of sticks mixed together. Class 2.1 of Senior High School once again A symphony sounds every second.

"Come on! Come on! Smash it well, harder!" Seeing that the boys in their class finally did something, the girls in Class 2.1 began to scream and cheer. They were unwilling to be left alone. Some girls were unwilling to go up. In front of him, he took the bottle and book beside him and smashed them on the bastards on the ground! With the encouragement of the girls, the boys worked harder and harder as if they were fed milk. But Yang Ziming and his gang were in misery , this is probably the worst day in their lives. They have always beaten others in groups, but today, in turn, they were beaten by others.

And it was a deadly group fight.

Two minutes later, a large number of school leaders came buzzing outside the classroom, among whom the most senior official was the director of the teaching office.

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop fighting!" Teacher Liang never thought that when he came back, the class would become even more chaotic, and it was students from his own class fighting with those dozen boys.

"Stop it! I'm going to kill another person!" Ma Zhiwei, the teaching director, shouted. He was telling the truth. If the beating continued like this without knowing the severity, the people on the ground might not even be able to be saved even if they were sent to the hospital.

When the boys in Class 2.1 saw the school leaders coming, they stopped one after another. They saw Yang Ziming and others lying on the ground, with more air coming out and less air coming in. All of them were seriously injured, and there were footprints all over their faces and clothes. Compared with Ye Bihuang and the others just now, It was much more serious when I left.

Seeing that the situation was stable, Ma Zhiwei quickly asked people to carry out all the dozen people on the ground and called an ambulance. Well, they were beaten so hard that even the school doctor's office couldn't hold them any longer.

At this time, Ye Bihuang had just helped Lee Kuan Yew, who had been made up to look seriously injured, up the stairs. Lee Kuan Yew's ouch shouting was absolutely lifelike. If nothing else, Ye Bihuang felt that this guy could definitely win an Oscar if he played an injured person. I saw Lee Kuan Yew with this bandage on his head, patches of red and purple liquid on his face, and his body was painted like a spotted leopard. It looked extremely miserable.

When the two of them were planning in their hearts how to cry and complain about how badly they were beaten, suddenly, more than a dozen people were transported out from Class 2.1, all of them covered in blood, with footprints all over their clothes, unconscious, and Several of them had chipped teeth on their faces.

Ye Bihuang and Lee Kuan Yew looked at each other.

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