Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"The whole school was in chaos. Irrelevant students stood in the teaching building to watch the battle. The teachers hid in the office building and dared not come out. After the situation was reversed, our side became proud. Under the leadership of a small leader of the Wolf Gang Come on, beat the people over there until they run away."

"This kind of fight is so hearty, and it is a rare opportunity for me. The long-standing grievances between us and each other have completely exploded at this moment. Naturally, I will not miss this opportunity. Basically, it is also my fight. At that time, I didn’t have any tools, just randomly picked up the iron rod and greeted the opponent, and shouted while hitting: "I am the leader of this school, you are a ball!" and so on. .”

"When my old-fashioned father rushed over with a branch and fork, he saw such a 'prestige' side of me. Until now, I still didn't see him, beating one opponent after another until they wailed and were bloodied. I The cruel side of my temperament was released at that moment. Bloodthirsty, I beat every opponent until they were seriously injured and could not fall to the ground."

"At that time, I didn't have one. My old-fashioned father stood not far away, staring at me dumbfounded, and the branch fork in his hand fell to the ground. I was beating and laughing at the same time. Others heard it, probably only It would be creepy and I must be crazy and perverted."

"At that time, there were basically no outsiders on campus, and it was people from both sides of us fighting each other. In other words, as long as anyone on campus at the moment, it must be people from both sides of us, because those who are irrelevant have already avoided. So old-fashioned My father stood blankly not far from me, and he quickly attracted attention.”[

"Just when I was fighting with the other party, I suddenly heard a few wailing. It is really a very common thing to hear wailing at this moment, but this wailing is a bit different, and it sounds very familiar. I don't know I consciously turned my head around, and saw four or five people beating a person. That person was the old-fashioned father."

"I screamed and rushed over quickly. The people who beat up the old-fashioned father happened to be members of the Wolf Gang, so I shouted: 'Stop beating, this is my dad!' Those people stopped and cursed A few words before going to beat others."