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

I gently opened the door, and the students who had been chattering all the time suddenly fell silent.

Everyone was looking at me with puzzled looks on their faces.

I looked at the followers of these twelve zodiac signs, and a sneer rose from the corner of my mouth.

"I've lost my talk with your boss..." I said this softly.

I looked at everyone with squinting eyes, and softly said the sentence I hadn't said for a long time: "So, single-handedly, or together?" [

The students were all taken aback, and then looked at Ah Snake behind me.

"Hit." Ah Snake issued a short order behind him.

"No!" Chu Tingting roared mournfully.

What followed was dozens of students crowding towards me with shouts like mountains and seas.

I also roared and rushed into the crowd.

The difference between here and the club is that the fists and kicks of dozens of people here are all aimed at me.

Everyone loves to fight in a battle where more wins and less, and everyone likes to be the first.

Therefore, these students had a very strong desire to fight, especially after learning that the person who was going to fight was the "high school boss" Zhou Ming, almost everyone's eyes turned red.

It's easy to brag in the future: I beat Zhou Ming, the boss in the first year of high school!

This is definitely something to brag about for a long time.

Although the corridor is spacious, it is a corridor after all, and it is not as vast as the club hall.

The position is limited, which also makes my strengths "moving and dodging" not be able to play well.

The second difference between here and the club is that the skills of the students are far behind.

He has no rules, no matter in terms of speed or strength, he is not a level behind the brothers in Wutang.

Even so, getting kicked is enough for me.

In particular, I am not going to hide forever, but to attack actively, try to use Zhang Yujie's desperate style of play.

In an instant, I had received seven or eight punches on my body, and I also slashed the neck of a student closest to me with my hand knife. He groaned and fell limply to the ground.

When he fell, several students around him took a few steps back in horror, not knowing why that student fell.

But the students at the back didn't know what happened, they kept pushing forward, cursing: "Hit him, beat him to death!" [