Chapter 11: Calling friends and fighting gangsters
I didn't have any classes in the afternoon. I lied to Teacher Zhu and said I was still feeling a little unwell and wanted to go home. Teacher Zhu expressed concern and insisted on taking me to see a doctor. I was ashamed.
's refused.
As I was riding home, I was thinking about how to resist. I had already inquired before. Those three students were all in Class 3, Grade 3, two grades older than me. They were already bigger than me. Even if I
Even if they want to resist, I am definitely no match for them with my own strength.
I thought about it a lot, and finally I thought of some of my childhood friends in our village who I grew up with. Several of them had stopped going to school and had been working hard in society for a while. I decided to find them to work with them.
I exhaled.
I rode my bicycle to the home of my childhood friends and contacted them one by one. Finally, I found five people, all of whom I had played naked with since childhood. They didn’t like to study, and some didn’t go to elementary school. They did it at home.
Those who work hard, those who do business, all of them are very strong.
I asked them to wait for me at the gate of our school around noon tomorrow, and then come with me to teach a few people a lesson.
The five people are Xiao Shou, Er Gouzi, Xiao Guang, Xiao Qiang, and Niuzi. Xiao Shou is usually very cunning. The bad things we did when we were young were basically his bad ideas. Under his leadership
Well, we really did a lot of bad things.
Er Gouzi is a silly person who is very kind to others. Xiaoguang and Xiaoqiang are twin brothers. They look very similar, but their tempers are different. The only thing in common is that they don't like to go to school. After finishing school
After elementary school, the two brothers refused to go to junior high school. Yuzi usually didn't talk much, but if something happened to one of the brothers, he would dare to fight and go to school. He was definitely a brother.
After contacting them, I rode home. I didn't go home for a night. I was afraid that my mother would be worried. Although my face is still a little swollen, I had to go back.
When I was riding my bike home, my mother was helping others wash clothes. When she saw me coming back, she threw down her clothes and ran over to hold my arm. I didn’t dare to face her. My mother asked me to turn my head.
I had no choice but to turn my head. My heart was beating, would my mother scold me if I looked like this?
I plan to tell my mother the truth, otherwise there is no reason for me to be like this. My nose is bruised and my face is swollen. I can tell at a glance that I was fighting with someone.