"Brother Yuan, you helped me before. If you have something to do today, I will definitely support you." At this moment, a man holding a stool behind Qi Yuan shouted.
"Brother Yuan, we are all in the same class, what do you have to be afraid of? Just here, fuck him!" The man holding the iron pencil box also shouted.
"Yes, Brother Yuan, you didn't help our classmates, we all support you, fuck him!" The man holding the compass exclaimed with excitement.
"Yes, Brother Yuan, fuck him"...
Immediately afterwards, more people supporting Qi Yuan appeared. After all, they were all young and frivolous, and they were all passionate youths. All the people in the classroom looked like they were eager to move.
"I sincerely thank everyone here again." Qi Yuan looked at the classmates behind him and shouted sincerely. His expression was a little sad, but he was very moved.
Those who used to drink and fight with him, calling out that they were brothers, disappeared when they were in trouble. But those classmates in the class who rarely deal with him are all on his side at the moment.
It's just that Qi Yuan knew in his heart that if the fight really started, these people in his class would definitely not be the opponents of Duan Cong's group. So he decided to go outside to fight with Duan Cong, he didn't want to hurt his classmates.
"Go to your mother, since you want to be beaten so much, I will do you well." Duan Cong was already irritated by a group of people on the opposite side. He waved his hand and shouted, "Do it for me!"
"Hold on!" Suddenly a man shouted at the door of the classroom, and then a fat man walked in slowly.
Wu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, and he quickly looked behind Ge Chen. When he found out that Ge Chen was only himself, he began to worry again.
As the saying goes: Two fists are hard to beat four hands, and heroes cannot stand up to gang fights.
Although Wu Xiu didn't know how effective Ge Chen was, he firmly believed that Ge Chen could not beat Duan Cong's group.
Thinking that Ge Chen was the brother of his eldest nephew, he was beaten by the person he offended just as soon as he met him. Wu Xiu felt that he had to think of a better reason to explain to Wen Ming, and at the same time could comfort Ge Chen.
"Where did you get the fucking monster like a ball?" Duan Cong glared at Ge Chen and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Ge Chen frowned, but quickly adjusted his expression. He smiled and said, "I'm here to persuade you to fight."
"What? Persuade?"
Seeing Duan Cong's unbelievable expression, Ge Chen pointed to Wu Xiu and said innocently: "He asked me to come."
"—"
Seeing the people around him, Wu Xiu smiled awkwardly. He wanted to ask Ge Chen: "What does this have to do with me? It was you who took the initiative to ask for help, and I was just fulfilling you. "
But in a blink of an eye, it was indeed a text message sent to him by himself. Wu Xiu sighed helplessly, and secretly blamed himself for finding the wrong person.
"It looks like a tough battle is about to be fought." Thinking like this, Wu Xiu clenched the steel pipe in his hand.
"Damn! Who the hell are you? Are you sick? I will satisfy you if I want to be beaten."
"My name is Ge Chen." Ge Chen said proudly.
Duan Cong recalled the name in his mind, and for a while, after not finding any information about the name, his face changed because he felt that he was being played by the fat man in front of him.
Ge Chen discovered that Duan Cong didn't know him, and Duan Cong's hand had been raised, so he hurriedly added: "People who know me call me Fat Brother, and my eldest brother is Wen Ming."
When Duan Cong was about to greet his subordinates to do something, he suddenly stopped. He wondered: "Wen Ming?"
"Oh! I thought you would know me, it seems that my reputation is still not enough!" Ge Chen said sadly: "My brother Ming said that you should look at his face. Forget it..."
"Wait! As everyone knows, Wenming never participates in the second middle school, do you entertain me?"
Ge Chen shook his head, pointed at Wu Xiu, and explained: "Brother Ming is not involved in the second middle school, but that kid is Brother Ming's uncle, understand? Because Brother Ming couldn't show up because of something, I came to help. He spreads the word. So now it is not whether you are willing to give me the face of fat brother, but you are willing to give me the face of brother Ming."
Seeing Duan Cong hesitating, Ge Chen continued: "Okay, it's getting late now, let's go back to each house and find each mother!"
"Hold on!" Duan Cong waved his hand and smiled: "I don't know whether what you said is true, and I don't bother to verify it. To tell you the truth, even if Wen Ming comes in person, I have to look at my mood. And you are now I was very upset late, so including you, don’t even think about leaving everyone present."
The atmosphere became tense in an instant, but Ge Chen didn't seem to be worried. He sighed, took out his phone and glanced at it, and muttered, "It's almost time to count it!"
Hum—
Duan Cong's cell phone rang suddenly, he first glanced at Ge Chen, then took out the cell phone. Seeing the contact on the phone, he was stunned, then walked to the corner and picked up the call.
Not long after Duan Cong came back, but the expression on his face was not pretty.
"let's go!"
Duan Cong glared at Wu Xiu and them fiercely, then turned and took the lead to leave.
"call-"
Everyone in the classroom breathed a sigh of relief and gradually relaxed.
Qi Yuan, Chao Zhong, Xiao Le and others first greeted Ge Chen, and then said some words of gratitude to the classmates before they left the classroom...
In the billiards hall outside the school, Du Feng and Fu Zhe were playing fiercely. The two played against each other several times in a row. They had always won or lost. Now Du Feng has won two games in a row. This Du Feng scored a few consecutive goals, it seems that the winning rate is still very large.
Bang—
Just after Du Feng hit another shot, the door of the billiard hall was pushed open from the outside.
Duan Cong walked in angrily. He sat directly on the edge of the table where Du Feng and the others played billiards, then took out his cigarette to light it, and took a few mouthfuls.
Duan Cong calmed down a little bit, and then said to Du Feng: "Brother Feng, why did you let me come back as soon as you heard Wenming's people were there? To be honest, I have never dealt with Wenming. I don't know how good he is. But Qi Yuan and the others are so good, didn't they let me beat him?"
"I know what you mean. I didn't let you come back because I was afraid of Wenming. After these two years of getting along, you should understand me. I have never been afraid of anyone. This time I just want to pay Wenming a favor."
Seeing Duan Cong's puzzled expression, Du Feng explained: "Maybe you have also heard that when I was in the first year of high school, I fought for the position of the banner, but I didn't fight the banner at the time, and instead offended him.
Later, when the banner blocked me, Wenming happened to pass by. He was in the same class as me and happened to know that banner, so he came forward to be a peacemaker for us.
I, Du Feng, have always had a clear sense of grievances and grievances, so today I only pay Wenming a favor. "