Chapter 118 The Boat of Power

The battle lasted nearly twenty minutes before it ended, which had broken the record of the battles of the two schools. Especially this time, the failure to use cold weapons such as table legs and bricks. It lasted for twenty minutes, which was the limit that their physical fitness could reach.

The eleven or two people who could stand in the end all belonged to No. 1 Middle School, which fully demonstrated that this large-scale and established grand war ended with the comprehensive victory of No. 1 Middle School and the comprehensive failure of No. 19 Middle School. It can also be said that since No. 19 Middle School became the number one enemy of No. 1 Middle School, whether it was the most brilliant victory achieved by No. 1 Middle School, whether it was the examination or fighting.

Two people left a deep impression on everyone in this battle. One was Wen Liang. The sixteen-year-old boy, with his agile figure and crazy fighting spirit, fully demonstrated what it means to enter the flock of sheep. He was invincible. Although his hair was messy, his shirt broke through the fight, and he was even more fist-and-footed, but he was far beyond his fighting power of his peers. When he was rising, his feat of chasing more than a dozen people made both the enemy and us amazed. The other was naturally Liu Zhihe. Fatty Liu shocked countless glasses of the onlookers with his agility that violated the laws of physics. What's more rare is that although he was so chubby that he seemed to be harmless, he opened and closed his hands when he took action, and was fierce and fierce, and he was actually a strong man with both hostility and blood.

The students of the No. 19 Middle School around them spontaneously formed a cheerleading team. At the beginning of the war, they kept shouting for cheering. This time they gradually became depressed. From time to time, people pointed at Wen Liang and Liu Zhihe, and all kinds of whispers quietly spread. Not far from Yang Yang, two guys, one tall and one short, were chatting.

A short guy slammed his mouth and said, "These two guys are very sharp. I heard that they are both freshmen in the first year of high school?"

"Yes, senior high school! They are more than just sharp. Look at that, yes, they just kicked Boss Meng into a mouth-chewing mud. I heard that they have an affair with Xie Yan, a senior high school senior..." The tall man lowered his voice, and his eyebrows were extremely vulgar.

"What, Meiren Xie from the third year of high school? Isn't it Meng Fei's horse?" The short man opened his eyes wide, looking disbelief.

"What's the big deal about this? Have you ever seen anyone poaching?"

"Dare you dare to dig the corners of the four kings?"

The tall man nodded, pointed at Yang Yang, and whispered: "The four kings are out of breath. Now Wu Chengye is enough. Isn't he just digging in person? Oh, Angkor's breasts were twisted by the fat man again..."

The tall and short ones shivered, and they couldn't see Wu Chengye's facial expression from afar, but they thought they would feel like being twisted hard by the fat man with a lewd smile on his face.

The tall man sighed: "It's fine if you can fight, you can still soak! It's fine if you can soak, and you can cross the border to grab food! With these two people, I think our school will be in the future..."

When the shorter thought about it, he looked at Wen Liu in the field enviously and said, "Oh, the quality of students from No. 1 Middle School this year is good..."

The battle ended quickly in the narration of tall and short people. A large area of ​​lying down on the ground, screaming and moaning endlessly. Just by listening with your eyes closed, you would think that every sound was so heartbreaking. There were many female classmates who were overflowing with love, one by one, and one by one, as if they were lying on the ground, no longer the stinky boys who were usually scolded and disgusted by them, but the martyrs who sacrificed their heroes for the War of Preaching the Kingdom, from the air to the body and mind, they all felt a sense of tragic!

In fact, everyone who has fought in a group knows that these guys who can't afford to fall to the ground and seem to be disabled are not as serious as they seem, and most people are not really unable to stand up. However, in this situation of failure, unless it is really hopeless, who would be foolishly used as a human-shaped sandbag and be beaten up by others over and over again?

But the leading people were indeed unable to fight. Wu Chengye was hit hard by Liu Zhihe in the abdomen. Although his ribs were not broken, his intestines were probably tied to a few layers, and he rolled on the ground to leave the strength of humming. Meng Fei was not as injured as Wu Chengye was. Wen Liang only kicked the outside of his thigh in front of Xie Yan. It was nothing serious, but he would not stand up for a while. The other few were also beaten up by the crowd of people in the first thrust, and it was basically impossible to continue to beat him.

The morale of students fighting is very important. Once no one leads, it will collapse immediately. No. 1 Middle School can defeat the more with less. Wen Liang's toughness is on the one hand, and on the other hand, Liu Zhihe has good command. After all, he has often organized large-scale fights since junior high school and is experienced. He arranged several generals in advance to beat the other party's leader, and ensure that three people are fighting one of the opponent at any time. In other words, although the number of No. 1 Middle School in the overall battlefield is at a disadvantage, it has an absolute advantage in local battlefields. As the saying goes, more is the victory, less is not the victory, and nothing is it?

The 19th Middle School died in a position!

Liu Zhihe opened his collar and let the cold wind sway into his arms. Looking at the people all over the ground under his feet, he suddenly felt that today was the most comfortable day in his life.

What else can be more cool than trampling a stinky love rival in front of someone you like?

He walked over and squatted down, looked at Wu Chengye with a bruised nose, and looked disgusted, and said, "Tsk tsk, look at this face. The nose is not the nose, the eyes are not the eyes, they are ugly like a toad. Boy, you dare to chase Yang Yang with such a look. Don't bully God without eyes?"

Wu Chengye's nose was bleeding, his eyes and face were blue and purple. His face was originally handsome and looked very funny. Liu Zhihe and this bitch were not sure whether they were lucky or properly protected. Although they were not clean, their fat face was not injured at all. The white and tender look was indeed better than Wu Chengye at this time. The fat man naturally would not let go of such an opportunity that had never been seen in a century, so he mocked him. Wu Chengye regarded himself as handsome and elegant. He was so angry that he almost suffocated to death. But he was beaten so hard that he wanted to scold him just now that he looked up and saw Liu Zhihe's hideous face. When he looked up, he swallowed it hesitantly when he was talking to his mouth, lowering his head and silently.

Liu Zhihe smiled coldly, stood up and said, "I'm not losing to the formation, but you're so cowardly! I'll hold on to the end if I'm so brave. I'll also like you, I'll be happy with you, I'll bah!"

Wen Liang patted the dust on his clothes, smoothed his hair, rubbed his butt, which was still aching, and pointed his fingers secretly around him, saying loudly: "Okay, Zhihe, fight, if you win, it's over, don't talk nonsense to them. See how everyone is doing. If you can't move, you'll find someone to support him. Let's go drink."

Although everyone in the field has been beaten down, this is their home court, and there are 40 or 50 people around. If anyone is encouraged, they will be at the end of their strength with the 1st Middle School. Isn’t it still a matter of being ravaged? So I stop when I see the good news, and I have to be polite in my words. Friendship is the first priority and fights are the second, and low-key is a blessing!

As he said that, Wen Liang walked up to Meng Fei, looked down at his eyes, and said word by word: "Xie Yan needs a quiet study and living environment now. If you really think she is a friend and like her and love her, don't do these things that affect her again."

Meng Fei was stunned and turned around.

Liu Zhihe received Wen Liang's hint and swept around his little eyes. There were dense heads around the venue, so the little girls with pear blossoms and rain were not mentioned. There were many big men who clenched their fists and looked sad and angry. Liu Zhihe swallowed and spitted, turned around and waved his hand: "Everyone got up and left. I'll treat you tonight. Brothers, please order whatever you want!"

"Wooah!"

Whether standing or lying down, they all cheered. A group of people helped me and gathered together, walked out of the field arrogantly, and kept joking and bragging between them. I said I quit three, and the other said I slap one against five, and then was despised by others, and then laughed generously together.

In the season of youth and ignorance, being able to fight happily with a group of brothers for a girl or for the reputation of a man will inevitably be an unforgettable past for them. When many years later, when you look back on this scene occasionally, you may shake your head and laugh, may be passionate, and may be ashamed, but no matter what, this is all about growth. It is not great, nor noble, and should not even be promoted, but it is indispensable in our lives, engraved in the memory of youth, and indelible!

The crowd gave up a path, and the Second War that Wen Liang was worried about did not break out. When passing Yang Yang, Liu Zhihe smiled at her, waved his hand and said nothing, and hugged Wen Liang's shoulder and left casually.

Yang Yang looked at his slightly bloated back, his eyebrows slightly frowned and slowly stretched out. She bit her lower lip and suddenly burst into laughter. Her teeth were as bright as jade, bright and charming.

The large army drove to the water house in a mighty manner. Wen Liang handed the hundreds of dollars on his body to Liu Zhihe and said, "You go and drink less. I won't go if I have something to do in the evening."

Liu Zhihe didn't take the money and said with a smile: "I haven't spent the money I distributed in the past few times, so it's more than enough to invite me to dinner. Boss, today you made great efforts, how can I not go? Not because I was so excited just now, I want to find a sister-in-law to vent my anger, right?"

Wen Liang kicked him over and scolded, "Get out now!"

Liu Zhihe laughed and led everyone away. Wen Liang shook his head with a smile, called Zuo Yuxi first, determined the time and place of meeting, and then went to the big world nearby, did some simple washing and tidying up, and led Ye Zhiwei to arrive on time.

There are only Zuo Yuxi and Yang and his team in the luxurious private room. This is the first time Wen Liang has seen this legendary Yang Daming!

Yang Yixing looked in his early forties, not tall, thin, round and moist, and had a dimples when he smiled. But the first person he met must have seen his forehead. Yang Yixing's hair was very thick, but the roots were long and leaning against the upper body, and the forehead was tall and wide, smooth and translucent. No wonder he had the nickname of Yang's big head.
Chapter completed!