This may be the moment of Lu Xiangyang's choice, and this is also the moment of my choice. But my choice is based on Lu Xiangyang's choice. Lu Xiangyang's actions are not only related to that boy's future life, but also related to Lu Xiangyang's own future life. All of this is in Lu Xiangyang's actions.
Those junior high school students had completely surrounded the boy. We couldn't see the bullied boy from here, only the backs of a few junior high school students. I looked at Lu Xiangyang, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Lu Xiangyang cursed a few times and rushed over.
I smiled, it seems that Lu Xiangyang still made a choice that satisfied me. I saw Lu Xiangyang yelling and rushed over. Although those junior high school students were a head shorter than Lu Xiangyang, but there were so many of them, if there was a fight, Lu Xiangyang might not be able to take advantage.
Although Lu Xiangyang's IQ is very high, although he uses means to borrow a knife to kill people, but facing the impact of punches, Lu Xiangyang can't take advantage of it. But Lu Xiangyang rushed back, and was surrounded by people in an instant.
Huang Mao laughed, and said: "Haha, I'm dying of laughter, he is your father, he dares to come back, just teasing me."
Although he is only a junior high school student, he speaks in a set manner.
Lu Xiangyang should know that if there is a fight, he will not be able to take advantage of it. So I looked around to see if there was anyone around, but at this time, most people were taking a nap, and no one passed by on the small road outside the school. And Zhao Mingkun and I cannot be seen where these people are, and there is only Lu Xiangyang alone at this moment.
While talking, these people wanted to do something, Lu Xiangyang shouted: "Don't do anything, this is my brother, so, let my brother go back and get some money, how about I wait here for him to come back?"
"Get out!" Huang Mao shouted: "You treat us as elementary school students, he is the only child in his family, stop talking nonsense, call me, if you let you run away again, what am I going to do as a sophomore in the second middle school?" Son!"
Hearing Brother Huang Mao's words, the rest of the junior high school students rushed forward, punching and kicking in a moment. Although we can't see clearly what's going on inside, we can tell from the swear words that pop up from time to time and the sound of punching and punching, we can know that these junior high school students are really ruthless.
Compared with other ages, when the three views are being formed at the age of fourteen or fifteen, these junior high school students often have no bottom line when fighting.
When I was sensible, many children bullied me because I had no parents, and because I was relatively thin when I was young, I couldn't beat those people. However, I have also discovered one thing. Generally, people who are not as good as others physically are slightly stronger in terms of strategy.
I'm afraid that something will go wrong with time, and Zhao Mingkun beside me has already gone to the junior high school students.
I followed Zhao Mingkun, and Zhao Mingkun walked slowly, as if he was very leisurely. Seeing that I was a little anxious, Zhao Mingkun said: "It won't be long, and no one will die. But these children really don't take it seriously. , You have to educate yourself well.”
"That's right." I nodded and said, "I'm afraid that after we leave, these junior high school students will be the same as before. We can help him for a while. After a few days, these people may be more ruthless to him."
Zhao Mingkun turned around and gave me a charming smile, and said lightly: "That's why we have to educate the children of today."
Obviously Zhao Mingkun is smiling like a flower, but why do I have a chilling feeling.
While talking, we have come to the side of the junior high school students. These junior high school students were beating the two in a circle, and it suddenly occurred to me that on Lu Xiangyang's 18th birthday, Lu Xiangyang received another "big gift".
I just wanted to open my mouth to shout, but what happened the next moment made it impossible for me to shout.
Zhao Mingkun and I came behind the junior high school students together, and these junior high school students hadn't seen us yet. Among these people, Zhao Mingkun saw the junior high school boy with yellow hair at a glance. Without further ado, Zhao Mingkun kicked Huang Mao on the back. Huang Mao jumped out and hit the junior high school student opposite.
The sudden change made these junior high school students dumbfounded. After seeing that it was us two adults, they didn't know what we were doing, and they didn't dare to act rashly, and they didn't even dare to help Huang Mao. And we finally saw clearly the situation of the two people lying on the ground.
Judging from the appearance of the two, they both have footprints on their bodies, but it seems that they are often beaten, and the two of them curled up with their heads in their arms can actually resist most of the attacks. At this moment, the two also reacted, secretly watching the situation outside.
Huang Mao moaned and chirped at this moment, and stood up with his waist supported. He stood up and shouted: "Who, who is so bold!"
Turning around, I saw Zhao Mingkun and me.
Huang Mao became a little annoyed at the moment, pointed at me and said, "It's you, right? Who are you, and what's your business?"
With that said, Huang Mao came up and confronted the two of us.
It seems that he is used to being a big brother. Facing two adults who are much taller than him, Huang Mao has no fear at all, but rather wants to beat us violently. But I didn't say anything yet, Zhao Mingkun grabbed Huang Mao's collar with one hand at this moment, and before Huang Mao could react, he slapped Huang Mao more than ten times with one hand.
The sound was louder than the sound, and the crisp voice lingered on the street, directly slamming Huang Mao into a daze. I saw Huangmao's nosebleed flowing like a waterfall, and at this moment, Huangmao instinctively began to struggle. But at this moment, Zhao Mingkun didn't know when a switchblade was added to Huang Mao's stomach, and Huang Mao didn't dare to move.
Where have these junior high school students seen such a woman? They just stood there blankly, unable to even run away.
Zhao Mingkun said with a slight smile: "Slap yourself, slap a hundred times, otherwise, you have to know the consequences."
"I don't believe it!" Huang Mao's eyes were red.
But the next moment, he frantically slapped his face. Because Zhao Mingkun's switchblade pierced his body lightly, and he finally understood that the crazy woman in front of him could do this.
Everyone present was stunned, including the victim, the perpetrator, and of course me. I didn't expect Zhao Mingkun to be so ruthless all of a sudden, and I could tell that the sweeter Zhao Mingkun smiled, the more ruthless his tactics.
The scene was quiet, only the sound of Huang Mao's own slap in the face kept ringing. Some junior high school students were really scared and wanted to run away. But Zhao Mingkun said softly: "I tell you, whoever dares to run will end up worse than your eldest brother."
No one dared to run away.
"Line up in a row!" Zhao Mingkun said, waving a switchblade in his hand, "Be more conscious, just like your big brother, punch yourself in the face, and stop when you hit a hundred times."
One person, two people, under the majesty of Queen Zhao Mingkun, these people began to move their hands.
"Pay attention to the rhythm, don't be careless!" Zhao Mingkun said again.
A very strange scene formed on the street. A row of junior high school students slapped themselves in the face rhythmically. If it weren't for the blood on Huang Mao's face, he might have thought that someone had set up a band with human bodies as accompaniment. Everyone's rhythm gradually merged together, and the left and right swings can be evenly aligned. I have seen Zhao Mingkun's tricks today.
When I pulled Zhao Mingkun's arm for the third time, indicating that she was almost ready, Zhao Mingkun stopped everyone, and he grabbed Huang Mao's head, and said with a distorted expression: "In the future, if I If you hear my brother say that someone bullied him, it won’t be your hair that was cut.”
As he spoke, Zhao Mingkun grabbed Huang Mao's bangs and cut them off with a single stroke.
"Stand still!" After Zhao Mingkun said, he kicked these people one by one, kicking them to the ground, and ran away rolling and crawling one by one.
Lu Xiangyang and the boy had already stood up, both of them were dumbfounded. After the little boy thanked him, he seemed unwilling to stay here any longer and was about to leave in a hurry. At this time, Lu Xiangyang grabbed the boy and said, "When you hit us just now, a hundred dollars fell on the ground, so I'll give it back to you."
The boy's eyes lit up, and he said, "Really? That's great, I don't have to go hungry anymore."
"En." Lu Xiangyang looked at the boy, then at Zhao Mingkun, and said, "They probably won't dare to bully you in the future, and you shouldn't follow them to bully others, you know?"
"Yeah." The boy nodded and ran away in a hurry.
I noticed a detail, Lu Xiangyang's money was taken out of the inner pocket of his jacket, which means that the hundred yuan was definitely not dropped by Huang Mao accidentally on the ground, but Lu Xiangyang gave the boy his own money. One hundred yuan may not be much to Lu Xiangyang.
I looked at Lu Xiangyang and said, "You're quite righteous, aren't you?"
Lu Xiangyang was a little helpless, and said: "This is the second time I was rescued by you. Also, this one really played out of the ordinary. He is so handsome, but is this using violence to control violence?"
Zhao Mingkun glanced at Lu Xiangyang, and said: "Using violence to control violence is the last resort. You can tell from the boy's appearance that he has been bullied for a long time. He may have told his parents and teachers, but neither It didn't attract attention. And using violence to control violence is the fastest and most rapid method, do you understand?"
After a pause, Zhao Mingkun said again: "Besides, if you don't make a move, or you'll frighten them all of a sudden, you'll have to be ruthless. Otherwise, after we leave, they will definitely intensify their attacks on that boy."
Since Zhao Mingkun and I have no father or mother, we were often bullied when we were young. Perhaps we were both angry and helpless about such things, but we faced it with strength. How many children who were bullied A problem arises, and how many people commit suicide because of it.
"Indeed there are still many more." Zhao Mingkun looked at me and said lightly, "Maybe I can count one for one."
I looked at Lu Xiangyang, thought for a moment, and said, "We won't be able to save you next time you encounter something like this."
"One day I will be able to save people, so I don't need you to save them." Lu Xiangyang said.
I nodded and said, "Well, happy birthday, let's go first."