Reckless Youth of Delinquency

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of large underpants, and glistening sweat was flowing down his strong back.

He was so focused on punching that he was silent and didn't even notice that I was here. I stood on the wall, and there was a breeze in the air. The sun shines on him and on me. I called out: "Brother Yu."

Yu Chengfei stood still, leaning on the tree with one fist, and turned his head to look at me. I thought our meeting would be very touching, at least he would give me a "brother, long time no see" smile, but in the end he just yawned long.

"Oh, Mouse, are you here?" His tone was ordinary, as if he was waiting for me at the door of his house when he was a child to make mud with him.

——But to be honest, it's really cool. Why is he always so unfazed?

"That's right." I still stood on the wall and said coolly, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"What can I say? Things have reached this point, and you are so stubborn." Yu Chengfei shook his head: "I can only wish you immediate success."

"Ha." I chuckled: "Did Sister Nannan tell you?"

"Ah? She knows?" Yu Chengfei touched his nose and said, "This stinky bitch dared to hide it from me. Sooner or later, I will divorce her."

"Didn't Sister Nannan tell you?" I stared and said, "Then how did you know my plan?"

"Hey, how long will you be able to hide your little tricks from me?" Yu Chengfei looked at me and said, "However, I was really deceived by you at first. Later, when I calmed down, I felt that something was wrong with you. How dare you talk to me like that?"

I know he was talking about the phone call. "Hahaha..." I laughed and sat cross-legged on the wall. I wasn't ready to go down anymore. I just wanted to chat with Brother Yu. "I actually deceived you, which can be considered a success."

"Well, you can be proud, because few people can deceive me." Yu Chengfei also laughed, looked at me and shook his head.

Then we started chatting, mostly talking about things from our childhood, never mentioning current things. There are too many unpredictable dangers now, and only the past is the safest, because we all know what the result will be. However, there are no absolutes in the world, and talking about the past is not so safe. We don’t know who has biased our memory. We mentioned that we once stepped on a pile of dog poop while we were playing in the mountains, and we started to have disagreements from then on. I said he stepped on it, and he said I stepped on it. My reason is: "You are always the one who walks in front, and of course you step on the pile of shit." Yu Chengfei's reason is: "I stepped over in one step, but you didn't see it from behind, so you stepped on it. ." Because of this issue, we argued for more than an hour, and in the end both of us were so angry that our faces were red and our necks were thick. I said angrily: "Are you still like a big boss from a vocational college? Are you arguing with me over this childish issue?" Yu Chengfei also said angrily: "You already have Chenggao and Beiqi in your hands, and you are here with me Fighting over dog poop?”

Then we laughed together, and the pile of dog poop that only existed in memory and was stepped on by someone who didn't know who, disappeared in an instant. It's past six o'clock, and all three schools have started morning self-study.

I stood up.

"Brother Yu, let's go."

Yu Chengfei nodded, turned sideways, faced the big tree, punched it hard, and said, "Be careful."

I smiled and jumped off the wall. Returning to the boys' dormitory of the vocational college, the twelve bosses were still sleeping in confusion. I opened the window and let the morning breeze blow in. I lit a cigarette and watched the green smoke curling out of the window.

I know something big is going to happen today.

By about nine o'clock in the morning, everyone was almost awake. I made a final statement on the plan, and then asked everyone to go back to organize manpower and prepare people. In fact, it’s not a good plan, because my goal is to become famous in one battle, so I have to use the most direct and violent method. This is also in line with the consistent style of combat in the vocational college. Everyone likes to see the truth under their fists and directly crush them with their strength. Pressing the other person, this kind of pleasure is the most enjoyable. The twelve bosses' hatred of Mustache has reached a certain level. Their biggest desire now is to avenge their past humiliation, so they even skipped the pre-war general mobilization.

At ten o'clock, the bosses arrived at the teaching building together. At ten fifteen, everyone gathered in the corridor, each holding a sharp machete. At 10:20, I shouted the slogan "Protect the reputation of the second-year junior high school" and led more than 150 people to the first grade.

There is no doubt that this is a one-sided crushing. Because Mustache didn't expect anyone to sneak up on him, he originally thought he had completely conquered the second-year junior high school students; he didn't even know where so many people came from and how they got together privately. This ragtag group of people temporarily organized by me burst out with their powerful fighting power, rushing towards Mustache's classroom like a dark tide, sweeping everyone in at once. The knife fell from the hand, blood splattered everywhere, flesh and blood flew everywhere, ghosts cried and wolves howled. Every student in the vocational college seems to be a born butcher. As long as they are given a machete, they dare to do earth-shaking things. The eldest son rushed to the front with a machete, shouting menacingly: "Qin Bo, get out of here, let you see how big my dick is!" Then he chopped down three students one after another, showing his courage. Unrivaled.

In addition to the squad that besieged Mustache, several other adjacent squads also suffered. Once the mob-style crushing started, it was not easy to stop. The sharp-eyed, dedicated freshmen have already fled to the campus, and some brave students even tried to pick up the guys to fight with us, but after all, we came prepared, and our momentum was as strong as an arrow. I was in this torrent, with Black Spider, Li Xiaojie, Yang Xiaotao, and Wen Xin by my side, fighting hard and unstoppably. This kind of cannibalism actually made my blood boil. Wen Xin even held a machete and shouted: "Haha, I'm going to be famous!" We lost our minds and almost went crazy, waving the machete as much as we could in the crowds. . The students fell down one by one, screams occurred one after another, and more people fled towards the outside of the teaching building. Suddenly, I heard a shout from the front: "Qin Bo has been caught!" The crowd rushed forward angrily. In recent days, they have often talked about "hacking Qin Bo to death". At this moment, everyone gathered forward.

"Get out of the way, Brother Hao is coming!" Li Xiaojie opened the way, leading the few of us to the center.

The corridor was bustling with people, and at first glance they were all our people. The dedicated freshmen either ran out or were lying on the ground. We came to the busiest center and saw that Mustache was covered in blood and was still kneeling on the ground. The eldest brother stood in front of him and kicked him in the head. The man whose mustache was kicked fell over on his back and lay on the ground groaning unable to get up. The eldest brother ran over, slashed his shoulder with a knife, stabbed him again, and cursed: "You are such a badass, but you also want to be a big boss in a vocational college?!"

One-eyed dragon, Little Tornado...all of them are ruthless masters, and they show no mercy at this time. Moreover, they seem to know the art of fighting very well. They will never hit the mustache's vital parts, but it will be enough to make him wail in pain. These people have not been good people since they were young. Their fighting experience has been fully utilized at this moment, slashing this east and slashing that west, and accompanied by all kinds of cruel laughter. All in all, they all look much tougher than me.

But when I looked at them, I felt a little strange. How many of them are just pretending to be ruthless? Now is indeed a great opportunity to "pretend to be ruthless". With so many people watching helplessly, as long as you are ruthless enough, you can become famous in the vocational college. The ruthless reputation spreads by word of mouth. Naturally, the boss's status is also limited. More stable. The miserable mustache had already received more than a dozen cuts on his body, all on his arms, thighs, and back. The eldest brother and the others obviously wanted to play for a while longer.

However, when a horrific war of this scale breaks out, the school cannot sit still and "turn a blind eye" any longer, because if this continues, it is very likely to cause loss of life. Unfortunately, the school's security department is ineffective. Once this happens, the police are usually called directly. While Big Lao Er and others were having fun with their mustaches, a sharp and piercing siren sounded from the campus. Looking out the window, there were not only police cars, but also ambulances. It seemed that they were familiar with the road and knew that the supporting equipment had appeared.

When the police came, naturally everyone couldn't fight. Everyone in the group fight knows that the main purpose of the police coming is not to arrest people, but to disperse them. After all, there are more than 150 people, who can they catch? In this case, the best thing to do is to break up and let everyone give each other face. The police officers don’t embarrass us, and we don’t embarrass the police officers either.

Just as everyone dispersed in a hurry, a student suddenly ran towards Mustache and shouted: "Let's chop him to death first!"

Even if Big Lao Er and the others were very measured in their actions, Mustache was seriously injured now. It was no joke that he had more than ten cuts on his body. He was basically carried out on a stretcher and thrown directly into the emergency room. At this time, if someone cuts the mustache again, and it is an inexperienced novice who does it, the mustache may really be in danger. The key is that this student seems to be really pursuing the life of Mustache!

No one knows what he is thinking. Is he jealous, or is he trying to take the opportunity to become famous? But no one paid attention to him. Everyone knew the truth of "don't worry about what matters to you". If he cuts it, he cuts it, and it has nothing to do with him. So everyone ran away when they should, watched the excitement when they should, and wanted to see if Mustache's life could be saved.

The student raised the knife and struck it at Mustache's head. It looked like he had gone completely crazy!