Didn't the lights go out just now? Why is there still light?

Opening his eyes in a daze, the light of a flashlight stung his eyes. Shan Sihua sat up reflexively and saw the prisoners in the same cell surrounding him like ghosts.

Two flashlights were swaying on his body, and everyone was talking in hushed tones.

"What do you want to do?" Shan Sihua clutched her chest unconsciously, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her vest.

"Your child has a bad memory. I forgot what I told you last night so quickly." Brother Gang walked from outside the circle to Shan Sihua and said coldly: "Teach you to watch our TV."

"Don't do this, I'm going to call for discipline." Shan Sihua, who was extremely frightened, protested instinctively, trying to use discipline to scare Brother Gang and others from their actions.

"Tsk tsk tsk, discipline? It's so scary." Brother Gang blew out a puff of cigarette on Shan Sihua's sweaty round face and said with a smile: "Do you think the discipline will listen to you alone, or to the nine of us?

of?"

As soon as this was said, everyone laughed in disdain, and the rude voice continued: "You can try it and see who gets punished when the discipline comes."

Shan Sihua, who is timid by nature, would not dare to take this risk. If he is punished as soon as he comes in, how can he get a reduced sentence in the future? Moreover, the people in the circle in front of him are all stronger than him. If he angers them, he will be beaten.

A meal, and then being punished by the correctional officer, is really like a rat worming its way into an empty box - getting hurt from both ends.

As things stand now, it's better to be patient and wait and see.

After making what he thought was a wise decision, Shan Sihua gave up calling, lowered his head and asked softly: "Where is the TV?"

This sentence made everyone laugh out loud again. Brother Gang saw that Shan Sihua had compromised, and immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Brothers, please sit down quickly, you can watch TV soon."

The crowd surrounding Shan Sihua dispersed with cheers, and they all sat on the big bunk in eager anticipation, leaving two flashlights on the ground, shining in Shan Sihua's direction.

Brother Gang then replied slowly: "The TV is you!" After saying that, he sat back in his boss's seat and continued: "You pick up the flashlight first."

TV is me? Shan Sihua was a little confused, picked up the flashlight in confusion, and stood there blankly.

I once heard that in prison, old prisoners beat new prisoners, but I never thought that one day it would happen to me.

Shan Sihua, who was secretly complaining, just hoped to finish this "watching TV" program as soon as possible and was ready to cooperate.

"Remember, you just have to do what I say." Brother Gang said very leisurely and lit another cigarette. "Ying Kui, you teach him how to act on TV."

The latter words were spoken to a rude voice.

The rude voice looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was tall and thick, a bit like Fang Mingjiu's figure. Hearing Brother Gang's instructions, he stood up impatiently and shouted to Shan Sihua: "

There are four chopsticks here, you take them first."

Shan Sihua took the chopsticks obediently and stared with innocent eyes.

Everyone held their breath, just waiting for the show to start.

The tall and tall Ying Kui came over shirtless and said with a strange smile: "Now I will teach you how to act on TV so that you will never forget it."

Hearing the hoarse rude voice and looking at his malicious smile, Shan Sihua understood that he was going to be used as a TV for their entertainment.

Ying Kui put one flashlight into Shan Sihua's mouth, and asked him to hold the other one under his pants. Then he placed four bamboo chopsticks on Shan Sihua's palms and knees, and pressed them against the wall.

Shan Sihua wanted to resist several times and call the correctional officers loudly. However, what he thought more about was going out as soon as possible and repenting to You Li in person.

Be patient, you must be patient! In order to leave a good impression, in order to leave here as early as possible.

Shan Sihua held the flashlight tightly and followed the steps to arrange the shape.

I saw him holding a flashlight in his mouth and holding a flashlight behind his buttocks. He held two bamboo chopsticks against the wall with his palms and the other two against his knees. This funny look really made people laugh.

Is this what is called watching TV? These half-grown teenagers can’t figure it out!

"Okay, just keep this posture, and now let the two flashlights move." Brother Gang ordered cheerfully.

"Don't drop chopsticks and flashlights to the ground, otherwise you will be slapped." Ying Kui added the rules of the game: "Okay, now let's start acting on TV."

It turned out that they were just playing pranks and enjoying themselves as a pastime. These little boys are really not human beings!

Shan Sihua cursed in his mind, shook his head awkwardly, and squirmed his buttocks at the same time.

There was a burst of low-pitched laughter in the small prison cell, and some people were laughing so hard that they were so happy that they couldn't bear it.

As Shan Sihua twisted, two weak lights swayed rhythmically on his head and waist, making the prison room bright and dark.

"Well, that's right. It seems that you can still act well as a gangster. Continue. Don't stop until I tell you to stop." Brother Gang gave the order enthusiastically.

This will cause great harm to Shan Sihua.

It is midsummer now, and there is only one ceiling fan running in the prison room, but it is also close to the door, in Brother Gang's position.

Originally, he would sweat slightly just sitting still, not to mention that Shan Sihua had to keep moving when he was in a nervous state, and he was worried that if he dropped his chopsticks, he would be slapped.

In less than a minute, Shan Sihua was sweating profusely, but he did not dare to stop. He muttered silently, hoping that Brother Gang would stop quickly.

A group of people gathered around again with great interest, gesticulating around, hoping that one of the chopsticks or the flashlight would fall to the ground.

For the first time in his life, Shan Sihua felt that time passed so slowly. He wished Brother Gang could stop this damn action earlier.

Gradually, Shan Sihua couldn't bear it anymore. The two chopsticks on his palms could barely hold up, but it was hard to say what happened on his knees. He already felt obvious soreness and numbness in his thighs. It is estimated that it won't be long before the flashlight under his crotch will fall.

On the ground.

Hold on, you must hold on!

Shan Sihua tried his best to make the last effort, thinking that Brother Gang would not stop shouting. Then he understood that Brother Gang was not shouting stop, because he was obviously waiting for the flashlight or the chopsticks to fall.

To put it bluntly, they are trying to slap themselves in different ways.

Another minute passed, and Shan Sihua, who was exhausted, was covered in sweat and could hardly hold on any longer.

None of these little boys are good, they are all gearing up and eager to try, waiting for their flashlights to fall.

Shout, call the correctional officers to come. Even if you are punished and put in solitary confinement, you will accept it. It is better than being tortured like this by them.

Just when Shan Sihua made up his mind and was about to ask for help, there was a sound of footsteps outside the iron gate.

"""""""""""""""Please add "The Poor Boy's Road to Tycoon" to your collection.
Chapter completed!