Chapter 14: Fighting the freshmen of the first year of junior high school

The girl with cigarette scars had a smile on her face and teased, "It doesn't matter whether we break up or not. Even if we break up, do you dare to pursue my Xiaoxue? Cao Zhi will definitely fight you to death." When I heard this, I knew in my heart that they had not broken up at all. It was probably just that the little girl had some conflicts with her boyfriend. I was too lazy to deal with them anymore. The excitement in front of me was much more important than this gossip.

Looking at Chuyi and Guo Qiang, I saw Guo Qiang raised his hand and slapped the leader of Chuyi. The leader of the third year of junior high school also kicked him. In an instant, the two attacked the leader of Chuyi. Seeing this, the people on both sides rushed up in a swarm. The scene was just like a gang fight in the movie, very lively. Many gangsters came prepared, with iron bars and bricks everywhere, but the freshmen of the first year of junior high school were obviously not well prepared, and most of them came empty-handed. Many first-grade students were so scared that they ran away. Only a few who were brave enough to fight back could barely defend themselves. Most of them could only squat on the ground, holding their heads and letting the other party attack. The first-grade leader was even more miserable. Guo Qiang and the third-grade leader kept hitting him with bricks. I and the group of female hooligans next to me were very interested in watching, but to be honest, I didn't join in the noise. They were the ones who were shouting. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more out of control, the school finally couldn't sit still. The director of the teaching department rushed over with several male teachers to stop the chaos. When everyone saw the teachers coming, they scattered like birds and beasts in an instant. Many first-grade students got up from the ground and ran away, and the hooligans also dispersed. The little gangsters and I also hurriedly hid far away. During this process, I paid special attention to Zhang Shasha among them. I found that this female hooligans had a unique temperament. She didn't talk much on weekdays. She was completely different from the image of the little gangsters who smoked all day and swore. I plucked up my courage and walked up to Zhang Shasha and said, "Hello, we always run into each other before, but never had a chance to say hello. My name is Huang Zhong, and I'm Sun Yao's deskmate." As soon as I opened my mouth, the little gangster, Han Xiaoxue, and the girl with cigarette scars immediately started to make a noise, laughing and teasing, "Oh, are you attracted to our Shasha again? Don't you like our Xiaoxue anymore?" Zhang Shasha obviously didn't expect me to take the initiative to talk to her, and just replied indifferently, "Hello." Zhang Shasha is indeed a beauty. Among the seven sisters, her appearance is at an average level. If we talk about appearance, the order is: Han Xiaoxue, Lili, the girl with cigarette scars, Zhang Shasha, the little gangster, and I don't know the other two so I won't mention them for now. Han Xiaoxue is the school beauty of our class, and this is no exaggeration. Her appearance has some of the charm of Yao Di. The little gangster is like a short-haired version of Han Ga-in, and the girl with cigarette scars is recognized by the whole school as the girl who looks most like Zhou Huimin. As for Lili, who was not mentioned before, she looks like Zhang Jingchu, while Zhang Shasha has some shadows of Xu Xian from Girls' Generation. In fact, there are many beauties in the school, but those girls who are not involved in society don't pay attention to dressing up on weekdays. They wear long braids or ordinary sports hair all day long, wear monotonous school uniforms, and their eyes look a little dull, so it is naturally difficult to attract everyone's attention. In that era, there were too many such undiscovered beauties. When they grow up, they are all like reborn.

Zhang Shasha's cold response was within my expectations. I said hello to them: "I'm going home first." Then I parted ways with them. After returning home, I secretly made a decision that I must ask the little girl tomorrow if Zhang Shasha has a boyfriend. I am already in the second grade of junior high school. If I don't have a boyfriend, I will lose face in school.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at school, I couldn't wait to ask the little girl, "Does Zhang Shasha have a boyfriend?" The little girl looked at me with a little surprise, "You don't really like Shasha, do you?" I smiled and admitted, "Yes, I pursued you, and you threatened me with a knife; I pursued Han Xiaoxue, and her boyfriend wanted to make trouble for me, and now I like Zhang Shasha." The little girl told me, "Zhang Shasha dated a boy from another school when she was in the first grade of junior high school, and now they broke up and she is single." Hearing this news, the big stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground, and then asked, "Do you think she will like someone like me?" The little girl said bluntly, "If you really like her, I can introduce her to you. Shasha's family is well-off, she is beautiful, and she is doing well in school. It is unlikely that she will like you." I said unconvinced, "It doesn't matter, I will pursue her shamelessly, and I don't believe that she will never have feelings for me." During the break, I went to the bathroom. Since we changed classrooms, we are now on the same floor as the freshmen in the first grade of junior high school. There are seven first-grade classes on this floor, and only our fourth and third grades are in the second grade. I just walked into the toilet and hadn't peed halfway when I suddenly felt someone kick my butt. I looked back and saw a first-grade student who was half a head shorter than me. He had a cigarette in his mouth and said arrogantly: "Who told you to pee here? Don't you know that second-grade students are not allowed to use this place?" I quickly held back the remaining half of my urine and glared at him angrily. In an instant, a group of first-grade students surrounded me. The guy who led the group pointed at me and asked: "Are you not convinced?" At this moment, I had an idea and remembered the small grappling hand that my master taught me. I quickly took action, grabbed his index finger and twisted it hard. My action was too fast, and he had no time to react. He screamed in pain: "Oh, my finger is going to break, let go, let go." Seeing this, the people around me waved their fists at me. I quickly let go and raised my hand to resist these fists. But after all, the other side was outnumbered, with more than ten people surrounding me, and I couldn't resist at all. Although I fought back a few times, my head was still hurt by their fists. I don't know who picked up the toilet mop and hit me on the back. After just two hits, I was knocked to the ground. I was lying on the ground, and I had no power to fight back. They kept attacking me until the bell rang, and the group of people dispersed. Before leaving, the first-year junior high school student who led the group rubbed his index finger and said viciously: "If my finger is broken, I will break your leg." I secretly complained in my heart, my leg is already broken, you don't have to worry about it.

I endured the pain and limped back to the classroom. The class had already started. This class was a political class. The political teacher was an old man. He just glanced at me and didn't ask anything. My classmates all noticed that I was different. The little girl asked hurriedly, "What happened to you?" I said weakly, "I was surrounded and beaten by the first-year students in the toilet." Guo Qiang, who was sitting next to me, heard this and instantly flew into a rage. He yelled that he wanted to find someone to deal with them. Wang Dong and the group of boys in the class who liked to play games also gathered around and said they wanted to help me get revenge. For a while, the whole class was infected by this angry emotion. They even decided not to go to class and insisted that I take them to find the first-year students to ask for an explanation. Seeing this, the old political man hurriedly threatened, "Don't make trouble, or I will tell your class teacher." But at this time, the whole class was angry and no one paid any attention to him. Although we are a key class, the classmates in the class were bullied by the first-year students. Everyone was indignant and wanted to get revenge. Guo Qiang gritted his teeth and said, "I knew I didn't beat them yesterday, so I have to teach them a lesson today." The little girl also asked me, "Do you need me to call Dai Zhi and others from the third grade to help?" I thought about it and said, "We are in class now, so let's not call them." So, all the boys in our class followed me out of the classroom without missing a single one. The old man in politics stood on the podium and was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene. The little girl followed us. We started from the first floor and searched one class after another. The scene was so arrogant. Every time Guo Qiang passed a first-grade class, he kicked the classroom door open, and the teachers were so scared that they dared not breathe. I looked into the classroom from the side. If I didn't find the person who beat me, I would kick the door of the next class. In this way, I kicked the doors of about ten classes in a row and finally found the first-grade student who beat me in a class. I pointed and shouted, "It's him!" Guo Qiang rushed in immediately and kicked the student's deskmate, a girl, to the side. He didn't care about that and directly lifted the girl's chair and smashed it towards the first-year junior high student. I also rushed in behind Guo Qiang, and then the other boys in our class also rushed in. There were too many people, and many people couldn't squeeze in. There were only four or five people who could really beat up the first-year junior high student. I was squeezed out by the crowd while I was beating him. Now thinking about it, the scene was really funny. The classmates in the class of the beaten student were so scared that they didn't dare to come forward to help. The teacher who was giving the class stood on the podium and kept shouting for us to stop, but no one listened to her. The teacher wanted to come over to pull us apart, but there were too many people and she couldn't get close to the beaten student. Maybe it was because Guo Qiang was a well-known bully in our second year of junior high school, and the first-year students knew how powerful he was, so no one dared to come up to help. Although it has been less than three weeks since the start of school, Guo Qiang's name has spread among the first-year junior high school students. I originally thought it would be a group fight, but in the end it turned into our class unilaterally beating up the first-year junior high school student. The boy was beaten with blood all over his face, and kept begging for mercy: "I don't dare anymore, I was wrong." After a while, our class teacher and the director of the teaching department rushed to the scene, and we stopped. At this time, the corridor outside was already full of first-year junior high school students. Students on the entire floor put down their books and ran out to watch in the corridor. We were taken to the teaching department by the teacher, and the first thing was to notify the parents. Guo Qiang, I, and the two boys in our class who rushed to the front and the first-year junior high school student who was beaten, all had to call the parents to come to school. In the broad daylight, most parents were at work, and no one answered the phone at home. After the teacher learned about the general situation, he asked me and the first-year junior high school student to go to the hospital for examination and treatment. In fact, I was also seriously injured, and my back hurt so much that I couldn't stand up straight. I didn't take it seriously at first, but now I feel more and more pain. It seems that I was hit hard by the mop.

After going to the hospital and checking, I found that I had multiple cartilage injuries in my back, but fortunately it was nothing serious. The first-year junior high school student had a severe sprained index finger and was swollen. His nose was fine, but he had a slight concussion on his head and had a CT scan. Seeing that he had so many tests and spent a lot of money, I thought at the time that it was impossible for me to pay him back. Even if I stopped studying, I would not give him a penny. Later, the school issued a notice to criticize this incident throughout the school. The first-year junior high school student and I were both warned, but Guo Qiang and his friends were fine. Because I didn't start the fight, my mother didn't blame me much. I rested at home for two days. When I returned to school on the first day, I didn't expect to be treated like a hero by my classmates. This surprised me a little.