On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community. ..yan+kuai.c.om
One of them was wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt, and his brown hair was permed in small waves; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, with his brown hair combed sideways.
They, namely EJ and Derek, are both twelve years old this year, and they are what we commonly call school bullies.
The usual hobby of these two teenagers is to find fault with other students. Whether you're short, ugly, weird, overweight, or... simply a grade or two below them, that's an excuse for them to bully you.
Of course, their behavior didn't go to the point of outrage, it was nothing more than some mischievous level of bullying... Like tripping you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking trash, or taking your hat off, etc. .
On this day, EJ and Derek walked aimlessly in the community together early in the morning.
Like most American children living in the 1980s, in that age when the Internet was far from popular, "going out to find friends to play with" was the most common form of entertainment they chose.
"Hey, look, isn't that Horace coming across the street?"
"Yeah, that fat man is eating Snickers again."
"How about we go up and fix him?"
"Just what I want."
The two hit it off immediately, and immediately stepped forward and stopped in front of Horace.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to our show." EJ stood in front of Horace, raised his right hand, pretended to be holding a microphone, and said in the tone of a radio host, "Tonight's question is— What makes Fat Boy so fat." He looked at Horace and continued maliciously. "Fatty, what do you think?"
"Go away, EJ..." Horace snapped back.
"Um... 'Go away, E.J'..." EJ repeated the other person's words in a thoughtful manner, and then said, "...no. That's not a good answer, it doesn't make sense at all ..." As he spoke, he handed the "microphone" he had imagined to Derek, and continued, "Let's hand the microphone to Derek, a street reporter, and listen to his thoughts."
"Hello, everyone, I'm Derek." Derek also took the "microphone" very cooperatively, and said to Horace with a mocking face, "I'm currently on a street that is blocked by the existence of Fat Boy ’” His sarcasm was not brilliant. But rather meanly, "Hey! Fatty," he said to Horace, suddenly raising his voice. "Can you stop eating?"
When he said this, EJ had reached out and knocked the Snickers bar in Horace's hand to the ground, and crushed it hard with the sole of his shoe a few times.
"Listen, I have some problems with glandular secretion, OK?" Although Horace looked honest and timid, he did not give in to these two bad boys, but retorted, "At least I'm not like some people In that way... the brain doesn't work well."
"What did you say? Stupid?" EJ raised his voice when he heard this, and pushed Horace. And repeat, "Say it again!"
"I'm not called an idiot, but my name is Horace!" Horace replied straightforwardly.
"Heh... **... ass..." Derek immediately sneered and forcibly pronounced the other party's name (here he deliberately separated the word horase and pronounced hore... ass... ).
EJ snatches the comic book from Horace's other hand. Tear it in two and throw it on the ground.
"Oh shit, I accidentally tore it up." EJ finished. He also hypocritically covered his face with one hand and said, "Maybe it's because my brain is not working well."
Horace looked down at the Snickers bars and comic books on the floor. He muttered something aggrieved.
Although he spoke softly, he was still heard by the other party.
"What are you talking about? Stupid!" EJ's line is exactly the same as before, usually speaking. The brains of this kind of campus bully are indeed not very good, so the vocabulary is also very limited, "You have the guts to say it again!"
Horace is indeed quite kind. This simple and honest fat man summoned up his courage and repeated the words he had just muttered in a volume that the other party could clearly hear: "I said—you two are really bastards."
Before the words fell, EJ pushed Horace, and rushed forward, knocking him to the ground.
Then, he rode on Horace's stomach, using his height and body advantage to suppress the little fat man, and then punched him in the face with a set of bastard punches.
And Horace's reaction was the same as that of all children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the opponent's hit part, and instinctively closed his eyes.
In fact, EJ's fighting style is not very good, and he didn't use a lot of force when he punched. This kind of fist will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it is not blocked. In the end, it was just children fighting. In their consciousness, there was no intention of hurting others, they just wanted to slap each other a few times to make them beg for mercy.
"Let go of that kid!"
However, at this moment, a loud shout came, interrupting the bullying.
The "li" of this "li drink"... mainly lies in the tone, but the voice of the speaker does not sound intimidating at all, it can even be said to be cute...
"Huh?" EJ, who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was standing beside cheering, looked up at the same sound and looked at a young figure five or six meters away.
This is a little boy in a full mini-assassin outfit, the attire on his body is very delicate, with embroidered gold trim on the edge of the hood and the details of the clothes, the arm sheaths on the wrists, the torso and the waist are used to hold various props Leather cases, throwing knife belts, belts, etc. are all available. Even though these children of the 80s have never seen or heard the term "Assassin's Creed", the costume itself is cool enough to make it hard to notice.
"What? Do you want to meddle in your own business? Robin Hood." Derek stared at Wang Tanzhi for a few seconds, then replied in a provocative tone, and made fun of Xiao Tan's appearance by the way.
Since Xiao Tan is three years younger than the other party, there is a clear gap between Xiao Tan's body size and EJ and Derek's, so the latter's meeting with him is completely worthwhile.
"Why don't you go find someone who is the same size or bigger than you?" Xiaotan asked a silly question.
As we all know, bullying and bullying are the iron rules in the world of bad boys. Under the premise that the number or physique is not dominant. They are usually not aggressive.
"Hey, you want to be a hero, don't you? Boy." EJ stood up from Horace, and approached Xiaotan together with Derek, "I advise you to save yourself, I don't want to see you After a while, I went home crying and complained to my mother."
"To each other, to each other..." Xiao Tan didn't take a step back, and stood proudly (although only 1.3 meters), assuming an attitude of being with you at any time.
Anyway. He is also an adult, even if he does not rely on the skills and items in the game, but only with the heart and experience of an adult, he can beat those two children under the premise of being unfavorable in size.
"Watch me beat you up!" Derek and EJ rushed forward together, and resorted to the basic routine of children's fighting - push down first and then talk.
This fighting mode is also a habit they have developed in fighting against children who are physically weaker than themselves. Those children usually cannot find a way to get rid of being suppressed by weight, so they will be unilaterally beaten.
But... Xiao Tan would not give the other party such a chance.
Facing the two teenagers who were almost a head taller than him, who were rushing side by side, he decisively put one hand on the ground. Here comes a three-way sideways pedal. In the blink of an eye, the soles of his two little feet precisely stepped on the knees of those two.
next second. EJ and Derek both screamed, fell to the ground holding their left knee and right knee respectively, and then rolled on the ground with painful expressions.
"Ah... After all, they are all children, so this level will be solved." Xiaotan thought to himself when he regained his posture, "But these two guys are too exaggerated... I hardly exerted much force..."
Just as he was thinking about it, the two of them really stood up from the ground, but they immediately chose to limp and run in the opposite direction...
"Damn it! Remember it!"
"Ha... ha... wait for me..."
After those two escaped tens of meters in embarrassment, Xiao Tan walked up to Horace and asked, "Are you okay, kid... uh... buddy." He almost blurted out the title "Child".
"It's okay. Thank you." Horace patted the dust off his body, and asked excitedly, "I said... you are really amazing. You can make that kind of movement, what is that? Chinese Kung Fu ?”
"Hmm... that's right." Xiao Tan smiled coyly and replied casually.
Unexpectedly, Horace became more and more excited: "Oh! That's so cool." He paused for half a second. Continuing, "Well... my name is Horace. What's your name?"
"It's useless to sigh." Xiao Tan directly said his nickname in the game. According to his experience, the system usually handles cultural differences in addressing.
"Oh. Ang, nice to meet you." Sure enough, Horace's reaction did not appear to be inconsistent.
"Me too, Horace." Xiao Tan replied. At this point in the conversation, Xiao Tan actually wanted to find an opportunity to leave. Although it is very important to be a hero, he still has a task to do.
"Ah! That's right!" But suddenly, Horace seemed to think of something, he widened his eyes and said, "Ang, are you interested in joining our club?"
"Club?" Xiao Tan was puzzled for half a second and asked, "What club?"
Horace didn't answer his question immediately, but asked, "Do you have time now? I'll take you to meet a few people."
...
Meanwhile, in the same neighborhood, on another street.
"Hey~ Isn't this brother Qisha?" Feng Bujue, who was riding on a small bicycle, put his foot on the ground, and quickly ate the toast in his mouth while looking at the person blocking the way in front of him.
Brother Jue and Qisha can recognize each other, it must not be because they have known each other since they were young, they mainly rely on their clothes to judge who the other is. After matching the size of the clothes and looking at the face, you will naturally find some similarities with the adult version.
"That's right, it's me." Qi Sha replied with a smile on his face.
"Are you... out for a walk with the dog?" Feng Bujue glanced at the big dog the other party was leading, and asked with a smile.
"Then you are... come out to practice?" Qi Sha also glanced at the mount under Jue Ge's crotch, and replied.
"Hehe... just wait, I'll lock the car first." Feng Bujue replied with a half-smile.
"Hehe... You wait too, I'll tie the dog first." Qi Sha replied with a half-smile.
The two finished their affairs by a big tree and a fence on the side of the road respectively, and then returned to the sidewalk of the street.
"I didn't expect that I would be able to fight you so soon." After standing still, it was Seven Kill who spoke first.
"Yes~ Life is full of surprises." Feng Bujue replied.
"Perhaps... the one-on-one match before us will directly determine the outcome of the entire match." Seven Kills said again.
"That's not necessarily..." Feng Bujue said, "Our teammates are not weak either... aren't they?"
"Hmph... that's true." Seven kills smiled, and already assumed a fighting stance.
Feng Bujue was also facing the enemy sideways, ready to respond.
In silence...the two confronted each other for nearly a minute. During this period, a postman, two morning runners, a patrolling police car, nine passers-by, and three other bear children accompanied by their parents passed by them or across the street.
Basically... No one stayed on them for more than five seconds.
"ah-"
"what-"
Suddenly, the two uttered a long howl in unison with their respective childish voices, and then moved with the sound, rushing out.
clap clap clap...
Immediately afterwards, they used the children's physique to perform all kinds of gorgeous fighting moves, and launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle on the street.
Although Jue Ge and Seven Kills didn't intend to release water, their strength, speed... have all been reduced to a very, very low level. So much so that the fight scene is so... cute.
There is no collision of force and force, no energy to cut through the air, and no dizzying speed. Some are just two healthy primary school students, fighting back and forth on the street.
After fighting for more than ten seconds, Feng Bujue realized a problem, and he said it directly during the fight: "I'm going... This is wrong! After the physical fitness of both sides has declined, you A guy who can use fighting skills has a great advantage!"
"You can't blame me for this." Seven Kills replied, "Everyone's body has shrunk, which is fair. You don't know martial arts, it's your own problem."
"Cut..." Feng Bujue spat unhappily, "Then let's compete on the skill level!" After saying that, he activated... (.)