Faced with a personal threat, the fine qualities within her could no longer hold, and Xin Youling’s generous features showed a tinge of anger:
"What do you want to do!"
In the distance, Wang Yan Yan glanced over, and her delicate voice sounded: "We just want to play a ga with the class monitor; it’s called ’1, 2, 3 Wooden Man,’ don’t move!"
The class monitor is in trouble!
Qiang Li from the old sixth class stepped out of his seat, a sinister gleam in his eyes behind his glasses, and he raised his head to argue:
"Bullying us, huh!"
Li Shengnan looked at him, moving her arm, the fat on it quivering:
"Say that again?"
Qiang Li only saw a square face with sharp features pressing close, with a damn mustache thicker than his own.
Qiang Li chickened out.
Chai Wei prided himself on his grace and did not stand out.
The confidence in Xin Youling vanished without a trace; she wished she could push the fat girl in front of her away to find the class teacher and report them, punishing them severely.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t push her away.
"Brother Nan, don’t act impulsively!" Hu Jun grabbed Guo Kunnan, preventing him from doing sothing foolish.
The center of the battle.
It had been nearly two minutes of fighting, and Liu Chuandao’s endurance was failing; his movents noticeably slowed, and Pang Jiao landed another punch on his face.
At the edge, Dan Kaiquan reminded: "Gangzi, it’s ti to go."
Duan Shigang stood stunned in place, watching the embarrassing figure of Liu Chuandao continuously retreating.
He suddenly realized, ’That’s right, Liu Chuandao is about to back up to ; if I don’t retreat now, I’ll definitely get hit by accident later.’
Pang Jiao doesn’t care who you are; whoever blocks her way, Pang Jiao hits them.
Having been deskmates with Pang Jiao for two months, Duan Shigang knew her too well.
’Yeah, it’s ti to retreat,’ he thought to himself, ’to avoid being caught in it.’
He took a step back, and Liu Chuandao was pushed back a step ahead.
Duan Shigang had to take another step back to be safe.
’Sigh, put up with it, today’s the last day.’
Duan Shigang took another step back, this ti with extra slowness and heaviness, as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He thought of the newly recruited little brother Liu Chuandao, their relationship not yet warm, and in the end, Brother Liu ssed with Pang Jiao; it seed hopeless.
In his daze, his thoughts traced back, recalling every ti he left his seat during break, he would be used as a backrest by Pang Jiao, causing intense pain.
He also thought of Pang Jiao’s wild roars, emitting fus that almost suffocated him; he pinched his nose, but Pang Jiao would roll her eyes.
He thought of Pang Jiao chatting with her sisters about bizarre topics, causing him strong discomfort.
Too much, too much...
What was left for him was nothing but endless disgust.
Duan Shigang went another step forward, and Liu Chuandao collided into him.
Duan Shigang staggered from the hit, steadied himself, and shouted back: "Pang Jiao, you bumped into ."
Pang Jiao roared: "Get lost, trash!"
Duan Shigang clenched his fists, anger brewing in his chest. He had endured too long, too much frustration and discontent. He yelled out:
"Enough! Enough!"
Liu Chuandao was once again smacked by Pang Jiao, knocking him southward, yet suddenly, he found himself steady.
As Liu Chuandao looked puzzled, Duan Shigang had one hand gripping his shoulder, moving him backward.
Duan Shigang faced Pang Jiao head-on.
Pang Jiao’s face filled with ridicule: "You’re rebelling!"
Duan Shigang stood firm, looking directly into her eyes, and enunciated each word:
"Those past humiliations, today, a hundredfold return!"
He took a deep breath, focused his breath in his lower abdon, channeling strength from the soles of his feet to the waist, then to the chest muscles, to the biceps, finally arriving at his fists.
Countless fighting experiences condensed into one point.
"Damn it!" Duan Shigang stepped forth, fiercely striking, swinging a powerful blow like a giant hamr, hitting Pang Jiao square in the face.
"Boom!"
Pang Jiao scread in agony.
Duan Shigang finished exhaling, drew in another breath, one punch, two punches, three punches, each one solidly connecting, causing her hefty body to continuously fall backward!
In the back, the observing classmates couldn’t help but tremble. Cui Yu exclaid: "Damn, Brother Gang’s on the rise!"
Pang Jiao: "You’re looking for death!"
Duan Shigang: "Switch!"
He stepped back two steps, and the prepared Liu Chuandao took over, delivering three rapid punches.
Then Duan Shigang swapped in again, and the two worked together, smashing half of Pang Jiao’s pimples off her face over two rounds.
"Hahaha, without your companions, you’re nothing!" Duan Shigang laughed arrogantly.
Pang Jiao’s face now showed a mixture of red, white, and yellow, combined with sared makeup, resembling a demon god from hell.
Zhang Yifei/Li Shengnan exclaid in surprise: "Sister Jiao!"
The two fixed their gaze on the new class monitor, not daring to move, preventing them from going to report.
Wang Yan Yan watched helplessly as her good sister Jiao Jiao was caught in a predicant under the cooperation of two despicable cowards.
Jiao Jiao was being beaten, Jiao Jiao was bleeding, her dear sister!
Wang Yan Yan didn’t have Pang, Li, or Zhang’s burly body; among the sisters, she played the role of a strategist, yet at this mont, she realized how powerless she was!
A year ago, the scene of their first eting floated before her eyes.
"My na is Jiaojiao."
"My na is Yanyan!"
"Hohoho, Yanyan, your eyes are so beautiful, like gems."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yan Yan was extrely moved; from childhood to adulthood, she’d been mocked by countless people for her flounder-like eyes, but only Jiaojiao praised her like this.
From that day on, Wang Yan Yan decided to use the most beautiful words in the world to praise her dear sister Jiaojiao.
"Yanyan, Shen Xinli dislikes ! I feel so inferior!" Pang Jiao occasionally lacked confidence and sought comfort from her.
"Jiaojiao, you’re so beautiful. Shen Xinli is just overwheld by your passionate affection, he’s too embarrassed to face you directly. Even Zhuang Jianhui from Class 1 doesn’t dare to face you, let alone Shen Xinli, of course, he wouldn’t dare! Do you get it, Jiaojiao?"
Pang Jiao: "Hoho, I get it, Shen Xinli isn’t worthy of ."
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