Please make money.

"say!"

"I, what should I say... I... wuwuwu... I want to find my mother..."

"A bunch of bullies who only care about the weak and the strong!" Alia kicked him back angrily: "Go back and squat!"

You have to know that the malice in school days is so violent, pure and completely unrestrained, mixed with the passion and recklessness unique to teenagers.

When they bully others, they can really beat them into a cripple with a smile on their face, and then still think they are very cool.

In a society of adults, they tend to think about their family, their lives, and whether they will be hospitalized if they lose a fight or go to jail if they win. However, these guys don't have the word "consequences" in their dictionary. They live in the present, very clearly, and fully.

If you try to reason with them, they might even find it a little funny.

But if you talk to them about physics, they will think it is better to talk about reason...

If you let Alia engage in some low-end business warfare, look at information, maneuver, acquire, recruit, raise funds, and go public, then she is just a little bastard.

But if you ask her to play high-end business wars or how to protect herself from campus bullying, she will appear to be extremely professional - give her a paper cutter and you will get a world underworld Ai Wendong.

Very good, it’s time to establish my own dominance in the No. 1 Middle School - crossed out - Bing Xin Middle School.

Arya whipped them again, and then drove them out to the yard to dry in the sun.

"How much protection money did you collect?"

“No, I didn’t collect it…”

"Hmm (↑)?" Alia raised her nasal voice, which scared these guys so much that they trembled all over.

After all, a guy who dares to push people to the edge of the rooftop and throw them down without saying a word is really scary. This is much more worrying than waiting at the school gate for someone to threaten you not to leave after school.

"I received tens of thousands of yuan..."

"Tens of thousands of dollars? You guys are making so much money from students?"

"Yes, yes. There are also many students living on campus. They have money..."

"Pah..." Alia spat in disgust: "You all come from wealthy families, right?"

"No, no..."

"No?" Alia squatted down and hooked F1's chin with a cane: "What does your family do?"

"..."

"You won't tell me? If you don't tell me, you will be the next one to be hung up. Do you want to give it a try?"

"Working in a factory..."

"What about you?"

“Chain supermarkets and KTVs.”

“Building materials and real estate.”

"Transportation logistics..."

My goodness, they are all labor-intensive enterprises, the kind that deal with all kinds of people, so they are well-informed.

Alia thought for a while and threw away the cane: "From now on, you will follow me. What other forces are there in the school?"

"Power, influence?" F4 was a little confused. We agreed on fairness, so why are you competing on campus?

"There can't be only a few of you hooligans in the middle school and high school, right? Where are the others?"

If there is only one F4 group among more than people, then we can only say that Bing Xin Middle School is truly a peaceful and prosperous place.

"I know." F4 whispered tremblingly, "I, I know..."

"Say!"

……

……

"The junior high school is actually fine..."

The boy sitting in front of Xiaojie put his hands on the table, supported his chin and looked at Xiaojie, the little boy.

"I don't know about other grades, but there are only a few people in the second grade who often bully others... Are you really eight years old?"

"No, I'm 12. I look small because I haven't reached puberty yet."

"Oh...you're transferring to another school--huh?"

The boy stood up hurriedly in the middle of his speech, and then pulled Xiaojie who was writing something in a small notebook.

Xiao Jie looked at his nervous expression and looked behind him in confusion following his gaze.

Among the three boys, two of them have physiques that exceed their peers, and they look tall and strong, standing out from the crowd.

The one in the lead was, on the contrary, very skinny, and his haircut at home was a bit subtle, making him look quite energetic.

Well, the young man is very energetic.

Xiao Jie was confused - this (TM) is the second year of junior high school? Is he sure he is in school, not watching some short video app?

"You're the one asking around about me?"

The skinny middle school student looked at Xiaojie's physique, exchanged glances with the person behind him, and laughed out loud.

Then he patted Xiao Jie on the back of his head and said, "Hey kid, I'm giving you some advice. Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about. If you don't believe me, go out and ask. Who wouldn't give me face if I'm in the second grade of Bingxin Middle School? Do you know who my brother is? He's from the F4 of the high school department!"

Xiao Jie put away the notebook, then took out his small bag and rummaged through it, took out a bottle of capsaicin, thought about it, and put it back.

"What? You want to fight back?"

"A little... but it's not necessary." Brother Jie took out a mask and handed it to the boy next to him: "Put it on."

"……what?"

"Put it on, otherwise it will be hard to deal with later. Also, stay away from it."

After saying that, he began to put on a disposable raincoat. This action could not be said to be done in one go, but at least it was unexpected, and it was completely impossible to understand what he was doing.

Until the skinny junior high school student looked at the other person in confusion as he took out a flat red and yellow can from his bag, opened it in front of him, and then poured it forward. The indescribable smell instantly rushed over like a biological weapon.

"What's the point of hitting someone? It will destroy their soul. From now on, the whole school will know that you have fallen into the pit of dung."

"vomit------"

……

……

"Bullying? No, I don't know."

"I don't know?" An Lele raised her hand and pressed against the wall, blocking the girl's way: "Who are you kidding? Who hit you in the face?"

“…I fell.”

An Lele squinted her eyes and looked at this inconspicuous girl for a while, then let go of her hand and let her leave, and cast her gaze towards the 'remote' emergency passage fire stairwell deep in the corridor.

It was hidden quite deep and it took me more than an hour to find it. I wonder how the other ones are doing.

The door of the stairwell was ajar, with the green emergency exit light on, and faint sounds could be heard from inside.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

An Lele did not go in directly, but turned her head to listen and peek at the situation inside through the crack in the door.

Several girls gathered in a circle, and I couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. I could only vaguely see a girl with a sharp voice pressing another one against the wall.

Different from An Lele's wall-dong, the girl with the sharp voice used extremely heavy force and pushed the person directly against the wall, making a "dong" sound. The child must have hit the back of his head and cried softly, but did not dare to cry loudly.

"You still don't say it, right? Hit her! Hit her again!"

What followed was a round of slapping. The girls who gathered around slapped her mercilessly. The girl's hair was disheveled and her cheeks were red. She just kept crying with her hands covering her face. She wanted to sit down but was pulled up again.

Before that, the two girls standing behind her had taken turns slapping me more than twenty times.

"Fuck you! Are you still pretending? I'm asking you a question!"

Seeing that the other party did not answer, the girl with the sharp voice swung her arm and slapped her again.

The blow was quite powerful and the latter fell to the ground, subconsciously trying to struggle to stand up.

But they didn't give the girl a chance. One of them kicked her directly, and the other picked up a book from the ground and hit her head hard, over and over again. The muffled sound of "pu pu pu" was endless, and it was very strong and rampant.

An Lele watched coldly, with the sports camera given to her by Brother Jie upright on her shoulder, faithfully recording everything.

Beating like this won't kill anyone, but on the contrary, recording like this can make these little cuties suffer.

"I...I...don't know..." The girl who was beaten sobbed, "I don't know who he is..."

The girl with the sharp voice sneered exaggeratedly when she heard her say that, then squatted down, grabbed her hair fiercely, and forced her to look at her.

"Senior Qin! The class hunk of Grade 3, Class 3 - you wrote him a love letter, right? Are you worthy of him, you little bitch!"

An Lele imagined what happened: the little girl fell in love for the first time, confessed her love, was discovered, and then there was probably a period of isolation in the middle where she was targeted by a small group. Finally, it was like now, when they directly attacked and beat people in a corner.

So the question is, what stage is the eldest lady's younger sister, named Ayu, in now?

The girl lying on the ground with red and swollen cheeks curled up and nodded repeatedly: "I know... I won't dare to do it again..."

"he-tui!"

The girl with the shrill voice spat at her and left with satisfaction.

But as soon as they opened the door, they saw An Lele standing by the door. They were stunned for a moment, and almost all of them noticed the sports camera on An Lele's shoulder.

Although this thing is also a geek toy and not a mass-produced model, the camera is so big, so bright, and so black, who wouldn’t recognize it?

"What are you filming! What are you filming—grab her!"

"I want to be the urban dragon king." An Lele sighed: "Not the campus queen..."

【boom------】

110-Call the police!

Three hours passed in a flash. After touring the entire school, Alia returned to the rooftop and found that her younger brothers and sisters had all arrived.

But it seemed that something was not right with Xiaojie. Alia sniffed it and looked confused.

"Why do you smell like ammonia?"

"Is there?" Xiao Jie sniffed his body: "It shouldn't be..."

As he said this, he rummaged through his small bag that contained all sorts of stuff, pulled out a bottle of deodorant spray and sprayed it a few times, very skillfully.

“Is there any taste?”

"It's very faint, but it still makes me suspect that you fell into the toilet - never mind, how's the progress?"

Alia picked up the iced tea at hand and leaned back on the beach chair. The parasol blocked the sunlight, and the rooftop looked like a paradise.

Of course, this is not Alia's credit, but she asked F4 to prepare it.

Even though the F4 from Bingxin Middle School are timid in front of her, these four little bastards are the bullies who have dominated Bingxin Middle School for several years and are very skilled at doing private jobs.

Alia asked them to get two chairs, but they ended up getting a bunch of beach chairs, parasols, and even fruit plates and iced drinks, which really made people wonder if they had been drugged.

Of course, to say they believed in Arya was pure nonsense and had no good intentions.

The reason why they exercised their subjective initiative in this way was that Alia had a big fist and scared them.

At this stage in school, when it comes to getting involved, power and background really don’t matter. Even if you’re a small fry, if you can fight, you’re still a big brother.

If you think about it carefully, it really does give people a feeling of being stupid, cute, and a little bit messy. It's bad, but it's purely bad, and it's also purely stupid.

Xiao Jie took out a small notebook and said, "The bullying in the junior high school is sporadic. There is no organizer behind the scenes. Many of them are caused by some students who are not good students. For example, there is a strong person who claims to be powerful..."

"What? A strong man?" Alia frowned. "Beauty is only worthy of the strong man?"

"I don't know about that, but he's not a strong man anymore." Xiao Jie drew a cross on the other person's name: "It's not a big problem."

"Why not?"

"He fell into the toilet and it was so smelly that it alerted the students and teachers - and then I don't know."

Brother Jie spread his hands, looking innocent and confused.

I am a new transfer student and I am only eight years old!

Even if I ate in the classroom and opened a can of fish, it would just be considered as me being greedy.