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

I took back the two pairs of boxing gloves made by Zhang Yujie from a sporting goods store in Fireworks Lane, a pair of red ones and a pair of blue ones.

When I am not studying, I will take these two gloves and walk across the campus, through the cafeteria, and to the back of the school.

Behind the school is an abandoned vacant land waiting to be demolished. It is said that the principal wanted to build a comprehensive office building here, but it was temporarily stranded due to insufficient funds.

Insufficient funds?Pure bullshit...at least I think so.

The trees around the clearing had only bare branches because of the winter.There are ruined walls everywhere, and there is a hard concrete wall in the northeast corner, on which students scribbled graffiti with chalks of various colors, as well as marks of love left by lovers, and courtship vows of some boys and girls. [

I decided to follow Zhang Yujie's instructions before leaving, and practice boxing here.

Chu Tingting is sometimes there and sometimes not.When she was in school, she would hold an English book and murmur English words.A strand of hair slid from her forehead, covering her beautiful eyes.

This gentle and beautiful girl always puts her studies first.From childhood to adulthood, "learning" for me is nothing more than winning praise from my parents and teachers; but she really loves learning and looks forward to acquiring new knowledge.

I put the blue gloves on the rocks behind me and put on the red gloves.

"Chu Tingting, watch it." I shouted: "Sooner or later, I will knock down this wall!"

Chu Tingting let out a series of silver bell-like laughter behind me, and then said heavily: "En!"

Then, he punched hard against the concrete wall.The concrete walls were motionless.

When I knock down this wall, will you come back?

How strong will you be at that time?

I looked at the blue gloves behind me.

So, let's get started.

The breeze is blowing, this winter will not be too long after all.

I hit the concrete wall with dozens of heavy punches.

(Part by Zhao Wusheng and Zhang Yujie: end)

The end, or a new beginning?

The decision is yours.

On Baidu's "Refused to Enter the Underworld" post bar, there was a post, which roughly meant to analyze the inside story of "Refused to Enter the Underworld".The landlord said in it, "In fact, Fuqin was written to death at the beginning."