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

It's just that he leaves early and returns late every day, and his scarred appearance cannot be hidden from the people around him, especially Chu Tingting and the girls, as well as a group of brothers in the dormitory.Because the wolf gang, the free fighting club, and the medicine pool are too far-fetched to say, it’s hard to believe if you haven’t seen it with your own eyes, so I had to make up a reason that I signed up for a Sanda class and wanted to use my spare time Time for some exercise.

Also, when I went home on the weekend, my parents saw the injury on my face and almost collapsed. They thought I was being bullied by punks every day in City No. [-] Middle School, and they even clamored to transfer me to another school.Later, when I fought in the club, I tried to avoid being hit in the face by them, so as to save my parents from worrying.

Summer goes to autumn, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.The leaves in the entire Xinxiang City are gradually turning yellow, and when the autumn wind blows, large pieces will fall to the ground.

To be honest, after being in the club for a month, I didn't notice any improvement in my strength, because I was only busy avoiding the fists and feet that others would suddenly stretch out at any time.

Because there are no rules and restrictions here, you can attack anyone at will, so as long as you are on the field, you can see fists and feet flying all over the sky. [

Some of those fists and feet seem to be thousands of miles away, but they are heading straight for me; some are dangling in front of your eyes, but they turn a corner and hit the unlucky guy next to me.

It took me a long time just to distinguish which of these fists and kicks were coming at me and needed to be avoided immediately; which had no effect on me temporarily and could be ignored.

That lunatic Zhang Yujie stayed here almost 24 hours a day.That guy didn't seem to need a rest at all. When he was hungry, he went outside to eat something casually, and then continued to come in to fight. When he was tired, he went to the medicine pool on the second floor to soak for a while, lay down on the edge of the pool to sleep for a while, and then rushed down to fight again.

This guy's credo in life can be summed up in three points: fight, fight, fight!

No one is more bloodthirsty than him. If someone accidentally punches his nose, he will become very hyperactive, and he can chase that person all night—of course, he will be knocked down countless times.