The fight lasted nearly twenty minutes before it was declared over, which broke the duration record of all previous fights between the two schools. In particular, this time no cold weapons such as table legs and bricks were used, and they lasted for twenty minutes, which was already the limit of their physical strength.
The eleven or twelve people who were still standing in the end all belonged to No. 1 Middle School, which fully demonstrated that this large-scale, organized and grand war ended with the complete victory of No. 1 Middle School and the complete defeat of No. 19 Middle School. It can also be said that since No. 19 Middle School became No. 1 Middle School’s number one enemy, whether in exams or fights, this was the most glorious victory No. 1 Middle School had ever achieved.
There were two people who left a deep impression on everyone in this battle. One was Wen Liang. The 16-year-old boy showed what it meant to be a tiger among sheep with his agile posture and crazy fighting spirit. Although his hair was a mess, his shirt was torn in the fight, and he was hit by countless punches and kicks, his fighting ability far exceeded that of his peers. When he was excited, he chased and beat dozens of people alone, which amazed both the enemy and us. The other one was naturally Liu Zhihe. Fatty Liu's agility that violated the laws of physics shocked countless spectators. What's more rare is that although he looks chubby and harmless, he can move with great force and fierceness. He is actually a tough guy with both hostility and bloodiness.
The students from the nearby No. 19 Middle School spontaneously formed a cheerleading team. At the beginning of the game, they kept shouting "Come on!", but this time they gradually became less enthusiastic. From time to time, people pointed at Wen Liang and Liu Zhihe, and all kinds of whispers spread quietly. Not far from Yang Yang, two guys, one tall and one short, with wretched faces, started chatting.
The shorter one smacked his lips and said, "These two are quite sharp. I heard they are both freshmen in the first year of high school?"
"Yeah, he's from the first year of high school! He's more than just sharp. Look at that one, yes, the one who kicked Boss Meng into the ground. I heard that he's having an affair with Xie Yan, who's from the third year of high school..." The tall guy lowered his voice, with an extremely obscene look in his eyes.
"What, Miss Xie from senior year? Isn't she Meng Fei's girlfriend?" The short one opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief.
"What's the big deal? Haven't you seen people poaching people?"
"You dare to steal the Four Heavenly Kings' girlfriend?"
The tall guy pouted, pointed at Yang Yang, and whispered, "The Four Heavenly Kings are out of fashion now, and Wu Chengye is so awesome now, isn't he? He was poached right in front of his face. Oh, that fat guy pinched Wu's nipples again..."
The tall and short people shuddered together. They couldn't see Wu Chengye's facial expression clearly from a distance, but they could imagine how it would feel to be twisted hard by that fat man with a lewd smile on his face.
The tall guy sighed, "Not only can they fight, but they can also flirt! Not only can they flirt, but they also cross over to steal food! With these two, I think our school is doomed..."
The short guy thought the same and looked at Wen Liu in the field with envy, saying, "My, the quality of students in No. 1 Middle School this year is pretty good..."
The battle ended quickly with the narration of the tall and short man. A large group of people were lying on the ground, screaming and groaning. If you just close your eyes and listen with your ears, you will think you are in a pork slaughterhouse. Every sound is so heartbreaking. There are many loving female classmates in the audience. They are all tearful. It seems that the person lying on the ground is no longer the stinky boy who is usually scolded and hated by them, but the martyr who sacrificed his life heroically for the war of national defense. From the air to the body and mind, there is a sense of tragedy!
In fact, anyone who has participated in a group fight knows that the guys who fell to the ground and seemed to be disabled were not as seriously injured as they looked, and most of them were not really unable to stand up. However, in such a disastrous situation, unless they were really hopelessly stupid, who would be stupid enough to be a human punching bag and get beaten over and over again
But the leaders really had no fighting power. Wu Chengye was hit hard in the abdomen by Liu Zhihe's knees. Although his ribs were not broken, his intestines were probably tangled. He rolled on the ground with only the strength to groan. Meng Fei was not as seriously injured as Wu Chengye. Wen Liang only kicked him a few times on the outside of his thigh for Xie Yan's sake. It was not a big deal, but he would not be able to stand up for a while. The others were also beaten badly by the crowd and basically had no chance to continue fighting.
Morale is very important when students fight. Once there is no one to lead, they will collapse immediately. The reason why No. 1 Middle School can defeat the enemy with fewer people is that Wen Liang is tough, and Liu Zhihe is good at commanding. After all, he has been organizing large-scale fights since junior high school and is experienced. He arranged several generals in advance to only beat the leader of the other side, and ensured that there were three people beating one person on the other side at any time. In other words, although No. 1 Middle School was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers on the overall battlefield, it had an absolute advantage in the local battlefield. As the saying goes, more calculations lead to victory, less calculations lead to defeat, let alone no calculations
The death of No. 19 Middle School was a worthy one!
Liu Zhihe opened his collar, letting the cold wind blow into his arms. Looking at the people lying on the ground below him, he suddenly felt high spirits and felt that today was the most comfortable day of his life.
Is there anything cooler than stepping on a cocky rival in front of the person you like
He walked over and squatted down, looking at Wu Chengye with a bruised face and a look of disgust, and said: "Tsk tsk, look at this face, the nose is not a nose, the eyes are not eyes, it's as ugly as a toad. Boy, you dare to chase Yang Yang with your appearance, don't bully God for being blind, okay?"
Wu Chengye's nose was bleeding, and his eyes and cheeks were bruised and purple. His handsome face looked very funny. Liu Zhihe, the bitch, was either lucky or well-protected. Although his body was not clean, his fat face was not injured at all. It was indeed more beautiful than Wu Chengye at this moment. The fat man would not miss such a once-in-a-century opportunity and mocked him. Wu Chengye always regarded himself as handsome and unrestrained. He was so angry that he almost suffocated. But he was beaten too hard just now. He wanted to curse back, but when he looked up and saw Liu Zhihe's ferocious face, he hesitated and swallowed the words. He lowered his head and kept silent.
Liu Zhihe smiled coldly, stood up and said, "You're not going to lose the battle, look at how cowardly you are! If you're really brave, just stand up to the end, and I'll also like you a little, ugh!"
Wen Liang patted the dust off his clothes, smoothed his hair, rubbed his still aching butt, pointed his finger secretly around, and said loudly: "Alright Zhihe, it's a fight, and it's over if you win, don't waste your words with them. See how everyone is doing, those who can't move, find someone to help them, and let's go drink."
Even though everyone in the field was beaten down, this was their home ground, and there could be another 40 or 50 people around them. If someone instigated them, wouldn't they be ravaged by the spent force of the First Middle School? So we had to stop while we were ahead, and be polite in our words. Friendship comes first, fighting comes second, being low-key is a blessing!
Wen Liang walked up to Meng Fei, looked down into his eyes, and said word by word: "What Xie Yan needs now is a quiet study and living environment. If you really treat her as a friend, like her and love her, then stop doing things that affect her."
Meng Fei was stunned and turned his head away.
Liu Zhihe got the hint of forgiveness, and his eyes swept around. There were dense crowds of people around the place. Not to mention the little girls with tears in their eyes, there were many men with fists clenched and angry faces. Liu Zhihe secretly swallowed his saliva, turned around and waved his hand: "Everyone get up and leave. I'll treat you tonight, brothers, order whatever you want!"
"Woo-la!"
Whether they were standing or lying down, everyone cheered. A group of people supported each other and gathered together, walking out of the field arrogantly, joking and bragging to each other. One said he knocked down three people, and the other said he fought five people alone. Then they laughed heartily together after being despised by others.
In the season of youth and ignorance, being able to fight with a group of brothers for a girl, or for the honor of men, must be an unforgettable past for them. Many years later, when they occasionally look back on this scene, they may shake their heads and laugh, or be passionate, or feel ashamed, but no matter what, this is all part of growing up. It is not great, nor noble, and should not even be advocated, but it is indispensable to be imprinted in our lives and engraved in the memory of youth, and it is indelible!
The crowd made way for a path, and the second war that Wen Liang was worried about did not break out. When passing by Yang Yang, Liu Zhihe smiled at her, waved his hand without saying a word, and walked away gracefully, putting his arm around Wen Liang's shoulders.
Yang Yang looked at his slightly bloated back, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled and then slowly relaxed. She bit her lower lip and suddenly burst into laughter, her teeth were as white as jade, bright and charming.
The large group of people drove to the floating village in a mighty manner. Wen Liang handed the several hundred yuan in his pocket to Liu Zhihe and said, "You guys go ahead and drink less. I have something to do tonight, so I won't go."
Liu Zhihe didn't take the money, and said with a smile: "The money we shared a few times before hasn't been spent yet, so it's more than enough to treat you to a meal. Boss, you've done a lot today, how can I not go? Maybe you were too excited during the fight just now, and you want to find a sister-in-law to relieve your sexual desire?"
Wen Liang kicked him and cursed with a smile: "Get out of here!"
Liu Zhihe laughed and led everyone away. Wen Liang smiled and shook his head, first called Zuo Yuxi to finalize the time and place of the meeting, then went to the Great World nearby, did some simple grooming, and led Ye Zhiwei to arrive on time.
There were only Zuo Yuxi and Yang Yixing in the luxurious private room. This was also the first time that Wen Liang saw the legendary Big Head Yang!
Yang Yixing looks to be in his early 40s, not tall, thin, with a round and mellow face and a dimple when he smiles. But the first thing people who meet him notice is his forehead. Yang Yixing has thick hair, but the roots are long, which makes his forehead look high, broad, smooth and bright. No wonder he is nicknamed Yang Big Head.
Seeing Wen Liang and others coming in, Yang and his party stood up first, smiling, enthusiastic but not too flattering. Wen Liang smiled slightly, another passenger is about to board the ship!