"Oh, by the way." Ye Zhan said to me: "I'll introduce you to me. This person is from Song An, Dongji Village, and is also a well-known figure in his senior year of high school..."

Before Ye Zhan finished speaking, Song An laughed: "Okay, Ye Zhan, I used to be 'Brother An' when I met me, so now I call me Song An directly? After following Wang Hao, I don't know what my surname is, right?"

Ye Zhan glanced at him and said, "Song An, tell you, if you didn't attack the mouse tonight, I would still call you Brother An as before. But you did this tonight too unfairly, and you are not qualified to let me call you Brother again."

After saying that, he continued to introduce to me: "When Song An was in his second year of high school, he snatched a horse from a gangster in his third year of high school and was chased and beaten for more than ten days. Later, Su Xiaobai came out to solve this problem for him."

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

"It's interesting." Ye Zhan laughed and said, "I'm going to introduce you to the mouse to give you a general understanding of him."

"Well." I said, "So, who instructed you to attack me?"

Song Anban sat up and said carelessly: "Who can instruct me? I don't like you, have you grown up, and I still learn to be the boss? If you are a man, it's better for Ye Zhan to be the one. At least he has been in trouble for many years. What about you? What about you? Let me tell you, while things are not getting bigger, hurry up and stop, otherwise you will suffer in the future..."

"It's so long-winded!" Ye Zhan kicked him again, this time he kicked him directly in the head. Song An covered his head and said breathlessly: "Okay, Ye Zhan, I'm here to help you, you're hitting me. Your conscience was eaten by a dog. See how I deal with you in the future..."

The thorn is too thorny, and you have to clean up well.

Many senior high school students gathered in the corridor to watch, but no one came to persuade them to fight. It seemed that Song An was not very popular.

I shook my head, avoided Song An, and walked through the crowd, and saw Shi Dong standing at the door of their dormitory looking at this side. I walked over, took a cigarette first, and handed him a cigarette. "Dongzi." I said, "You can use your arm strength?"

"Please take it in it yourself." Dongzi looked indifferent.

I took out the arm lever and held it heavily in my hand. It was so textured. It was 50KG grade, very thick and thick. The black spring rod shines with a unique metallic light. The hot summer also makes people feel cold all over.

I walked back to my original position with my arm-bar and stood in front of Song An. The whole corridor was silent, and anyone could guess what I was going to do.

"What are you going to do?!" Song An looked at me in horror. It was ridiculous. He even asked even though he knew what I was going to do...

I placed my arm lever in the air and aimed it at Song An's face, with about two meters away.

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

Since Zou Yang, Li Jie, Hong Li and others have been much more honest in front of me, I have known that the world is still respected by 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 time to be cruel.

Many high school students are watching this scene, and I want them to be deeply afraid of me from now on.

A bad reputation is becoming more and more fierce as it is spread. Someone will always help you promote your evil deeds.

It took me a whole year to rise. However, I only took me less than two months. Although there are many luck and even many false elements in it. But my starting point is already very high. From now on, I want to make this evil name real.

No one saw me stabbing wheat with a knife, but this time many people would see me hit Song An on the head with my arm.

I still remember the moment when Mr. Yuan jumped down from the wall, the knife in his hand stabbed into wheat's lower abdomen with lightning speed. It was not dragging on the mud, without any hesitation or indecision. All of it was just a chic and majesty.

The name of the Red Stick is well-deserved.

And I not only want to make a white paper fan, I also want to make a red stick. I want to prove that I can be fierce.

Especially when facing the enemy.

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

Now, does me look scary?

The same me was bullied in junior high school for three years. I, who had been bullied for three years, dared not speak out, but now I beat another high school student in front of a group of high school students. Who can believe this change?

"Who instructed you to attack me?"

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

I suddenly waved my arm strength rod, and the thick black spring rod hit Song An's cheek. With a muffled sound, Song An's whole body fell to the ground, covered his head with a "scream" scream, twisting in pain.

At this moment, my heart trembled for a moment, and I really wanted to throw away the arm and stick and see how Song An was injured. But I knew I couldn't. There were still many people looking at me and couldn't let them see my weak side. I wanted to leave them with a fierce image of "cold-blooded and ruthless", a new boss who was vicious and no less than the old dog!

"Pull him up," I said coldly.

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

It is natural for me to let them come. 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 clearly saw that half of Song An's cheeks were blue, and the force just now was indeed not small. Song An's whole body was trembling, looking at me with fear.

The other three students who participated in the sneak attack on me also trembled, and all they did was to lower their heads, lower their heads, and lower their heads!

Suddenly I felt that they were pitiful...

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

This time, I was much calmer than when I was slapping the bricks on Hong Li's head, and it was a great improvement.

The corridor was still very quiet, and I could even feel the fearful gazes of those senior high school students when they looked at me.

Among this large group of people, I am not tall or strong in aura. But the moment I swung the black arm bar, my "ferceful" image was fixed in the hearts of those people.

"I have always been a kind person." I said to Song An: "If others are good to me, I will be good to others; if others are bad to me, I will be bad to others. If you swing me two sticks tonight, I will plan to give you two sticks, and no one will suffer any loss. But..." His tone suddenly became low: "If you explain who the person behind your back is, you can avoid this second stick."

After saying that, I raised my arm bar horizontally and pointed it at Song An's cheek, which was only two or three meters away.

My heart was trembling. That moment just now not only scared others, but also scared myself. Although I repeatedly warned myself to be more cruel and more cruel, my natural reaction could not deceive myself. The sweat in my palms almost flowed down my wrists. I made great efforts to prevent my hands and feet from trembling.

How many people were standing in the corridor? There were also 40 or 50 people, and everyone's eyes were staring at me.

From the first time I hit Zou Yang with a flower pot, I cried myself to the time when I hit someone now, I no longer trembled my hands. I know that I am slowly changing, from the weak and incompetent Wang Hao in the past to the ruthless Wang Hao who is "trying to" the cold-blooded and ruthless Wang Hao. At least, I must hide the weak side and show everyone the cold-blooded side.

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

It's just that I 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 it, the second stick will be swung out."

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

If Song An has not yet mentioned the behind-the-scenes envoy after counting three times, what should I do? Should I continue to hit him?

The arm strength stick is much more terrifying than punching dozens of punches. If you accidentally...

I dare not think about it anymore, I am afraid that I will become weak again.

"One..." I recited a long voice.

The corridor was silent, and I even felt them deliberately holding their breath, as if they were afraid of disturbing me who was "bad-tempered".

"Two..." I read the second sound.

I waved the arm bar in my hand, and shaved some wind on Song An's cheeks like playing baseball. Although I have never played baseball before, I think this is the feeling. Song An's head is big, much bigger than baseball.

I rubbed Song An's cheek with my arm bar, which must have been a painful torment for him.

Song An's body continued to tremble, and begging in his eyes as if he wanted me to show mercy.

"It's very tough." I smiled. My head was blank. After I counted "three", the arm bar was about to be swung out.

What consequences will be caused? I don’t know. Song An was beaten with the first stick and half of his face turned blue. Will the second stick make half of his mouth fly out? I think that is very possible. Even more serious, it is possible...

Can't wait any longer.

"Three!" I shouted loudly, and the arm bar in my hand swung towards Song An's cheek!

"I said, I said!" Song An burst into tears and howled loudly. At the same time, the floor under him was wet, and a smell of odor suddenly spread.

My arm bar stopped less than a centimeter from his cheek.

The red stick... is really hard to make. In my opinion, it is much more difficult than a white paper fan. The white paper fan only needs to use its brain, and I breathed a sigh of relief. No need to hit Song An anymore, only I know how relaxed I am now.
Chapter completed!