Reckless Youth of Delinquency

"Oh, you're still fucking crazy, aren't you?" The student raised the knife, said "poof", and cursed: "I'll let you die today!" It seemed like he really thought of himself as an awesome person. . But no matter who he is, this knife will eventually hit my back, and it will definitely cause me a lot of damage. My steps are still moving forward, but they are getting heavier and slower. Feeling the whistling wind and coldness of the knife, I couldn't help but sigh often.

Longyou Shoal was tricked by a shrimp!

There was a "dang" sound.

After all, the knife did not hit my back, but was blocked by another machete.

I vaguely guessed who it was, but I didn’t turn around to look. I just took this opportunity to run forward. But he secretly cried out that it was a pity that his mustache was also exposed. Obviously this plan was perfect, but no one could have imagined the changes. There's no time to worry about Mustache now. His brothers are all here too, so nothing will happen to him.

"Qin Bo, what are you doing?!" shouted the student who just teased me. He is Zhang Yunfei's subordinate.

"Fuck you, you can call me Qin Bo at will?" Mustache scolded: "I'm on an equal footing with your boss, how dare you call me Qin Bo even though you're nothing?"

The student scolded again: "You helped Wang Hao and you still want me to call you brother? Go to your grandma and see how Brother Yunfei and Brother Feng deal with you afterwards!" Then he loudly said, "Brothers , Qin Bo has rebelled, everyone continues to chase Wang Hao!"

"Fuck you, who dares to chase you again?!" Mustache blocked the middle of the road, holding a machete horizontally, and yelled: "Wang Hao is my opponent, I must kill him personally! Whoever wants to chase you again, is If you have trouble with me, ask me about the knife in my hand!" At that moment, no one moved anymore. Qin Bo is also famous for his toughness. The mustache snorted: "We're all waiting here, I'm going to kill him now!" Then he turned around and ran towards me.

I heard what Mustache said, and I also heard his footsteps behind him. Just now he exhaled, this kid is quite clever. I don’t know if those words can convince Qiu Feng afterwards, but now they have finally blocked those students for the time being.

After being blocked by my mustache, I finally ran into the staff dormitory and went straight to the third floor in one breath. Li Wenchao had already passed out. His face was as white as paper, and the big hole on his chest was shocking. I didn't know if he could hold on. As soon as he stepped onto the third floor, Iron Block had already opened the door and walked out. "What's wrong?" Tie Nian asked, already noticing the injured person in my arms.

"Brother, Brother Tie Nian." I almost cried: "Save my brother!"

Tie Nian strode over and looked at Li Wenchao's injuries first. I said anxiously: "How's it going? How's it going?"

"It's very dangerous...but." He said: "Before that, we have to solve a problem." A big fist suddenly passed over my shoulder, and there was a "bang" sound, and a person hit me hard behind me. The sound of falling to the ground. When I looked back, tears fell suddenly, and Mustache lay motionless on the ground. Is there any evil star that clashed with me today? First, Li Wenchao was slashed by Mustache, and then Mustache was punched with an iron block! There is no doubt about the power of Iron Block's punch. Last time, Black Spider broke three ribs! "Brother Iron Nugget!" I yelled, "This is my brother too!"

"Ah." Tie Nian frowned: "I saw him following behind and thought he was here to chase you. That's not possible. He must be sent to the hospital, otherwise his life will be in danger."

I pushed Li Wenchao into Tie Nian's arms and said, "Brother Tie Nian, I'm going to trouble you." Then I turned around, ran to Mustache, and tried to pick him up again. Today is really unlucky, extremely unlucky, extremely unlucky!

My tears fell one by one, and my heart hurt beyond words. The first half is so beautiful and everything is under control; the second half is shattered and everything goes beyond the plan. I'm not a qualified white paper fan, no!

When I was about to pick up Mustache, I saw him slowly opening his eyes and suddenly pushing me away.

"What?" I looked at him in surprise.

With a sound of "Wow", Mustache spat out a large mouthful of blood, then looked at the iron block behind me and gasped: "What a domineering fist. I have seen such power in my life, so I can die without regrets." ?”

"Fart!" I yelled, "How could you die? I'll take you to the hospital now!" Then I ran over again.

"Don't, don't!" Mustache waved his hands: "Brother Hao, of course I know I can't die. Although that big guy's fist is powerful, he can't kill me with one punch. I, Qin Bo, am not that fragile. . After all, I am also a person who has been through the gate of hell. Grandpa Yama said that my life should not be exhausted! They say that disasters live for a thousand years, and I am such a big disaster...haha..."

"Okay, stop talking, I'll take you to the hospital." I squatted down, ready to hug my mustache.

Behind him, Li Wenchao was placed on the ground by an iron block, and he was doing some simple first aid and hemostasis actions. He also knocked on Yuan Xiaoyi's door and asked Yuan Xiaoyi to help him take out the first aid kit. I wanted to hug my mustache, but he pushed me away again.

"Brother, what are you doing?!" I was really anxious.

"Brother Hao." Mustache actually held on to the wall and tried to stand up slowly on his own. But no, no one can stand up after being punched by an iron block. Halfway through the mustache, he finally sat down, holding his chest and panting.

"Brother Hao." Mustache continued: "The big man's punch was good. After receiving this punch, I can go down to work, and Qiu Feng will no longer doubt anything. So you can't send me to the hospital. , as soon as you gave it away to me, everything was revealed."

Hearing what Mustache said, I was so moved that I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t expect that he was actually thinking about this issue.

The mustache laughed "hehe" twice, stretched out his fist and beat me on the chest, but the punch was weak and weak: "Brother Hao, I'm sorry for killing that brother of yours, but you know I didn't mean it. "I nodded desperately: "It's none of your business." Mustache continued: "Brother Hao, I'm honored to be your brother. I'm leaving, I'm going downstairs."

"But you can't stand up, so how can you go downstairs?" I exhaled and reached out to pick him up. "You don't need to be an undercover agent anymore. From now on, you are my upright brother!"

"No, no, no." Mustache shook his head and pushed my hand away: "I haven't been able to help you with anything, so I won't be willing to go back like this." Then he lay on the ground like a toad, He turned around and smiled at me: "What does it matter if I can't stand up? Can't I just crawl down?" Then he really got up.

"You..." I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Haha, it's okay." Mustache said with a relaxed smile: "When I was a child, I was often beaten until I couldn't stand up, and I had to crawl to get home. In fact, crawling feels good, and it is in contact with the earth. The closer you are, the more you can't forget the shame, and you can ruthlessly take revenge someday!" He said while crawling forward, and then climbed down the stairs one by one. When he was about to disappear around the corner of the stairs, he raised his head again and shouted to me: "Brother Hao."

"Ah?" I thought he was in trouble, so I hurried to the stairs and prepared to rush down.

"Don't, don't come down, just stand there."

I stopped.

The mustache raised his head, looked at me from above, and said, "Brother Hao."

"Yeah." I looked at him seriously.

"The reason why I am willing to endure the humiliation and bear the burden of crawling on the ground today...is so that one day I can stand upright behind you!"

"Yeah!" I responded loudly again.

The mustache laughed "hehe" twice more before continuing to climb down and slowly disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

And I ran back. The iron block had placed Li Wenchao on Yuan Xiaoyi's bed, and blood once again filled her sheets. Li Wenchao had completely fainted and was lying on the bed without a trace of blood. Seeing me running in, Tie Nian asked, "Where is he?" I said, "He climbed down and said he could go to the hospital." Tie Nian said, "That brother of yours is pretty good."

My nose felt sore, and I looked at Li Wenchao on the bed and said, "My two brothers are both good. I don't know how good I, Wang Hao, am, to have such good brothers." Tie Nian said, "How are you? , what about your brother."

I nodded heavily and asked, "What about him? How is he?" Pointing to Li Wenchao on the bed.

Tie Niao said: "It's very powerful. Most people can't hold it back. I gave him a hemostatic drug and the injury was temporarily under control, but he can't operate yet." I was anxious: "Why?" Tie Niao said: "It's because of the cut. It's too big and it bleeds too much. If you want to do surgery, you have to have a blood transfusion at the same time. I don't have spare blood, so I have to send him to the hospital."

"Okay, okay." I said, "Let's take him to the hospital now."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy. You should take a look downstairs first."

Yuan Xiaoyi was standing by the window, and I quickly ran over and looked down. Good guy, there is a huge crowd of students, even more than last time. Needless to say, if such a big thing happened, Nie Yuanlong and Qiu Feng must have come over. Especially Qiu Feng, who learned that after I escaped, he would definitely lead people to surround me.

Downstairs, Qiu Feng and Nie Yuanlong arrived. They were more than ten meters away, with three generals and three red sticks standing behind them.

Further behind, there are their respective subordinates, all with upwards of 200 people. In addition to these, there were also a lot of students watching the excitement. They stood nearby in large groups, which seemed like the whole school was out in force. It was even crazier than the time when Zhang Xiaoyong and I had a fight.