Cultivation of the present

Bao Xiaoming was looking for reinforcements. He knew he was a laggard, so he really went with him. He was the enemy's foreign aid!

In fact, student fights are not a big deal. It happens in every school, and it is rare for students to fight.Many successful people who are high-spirited and vigorous in adulthood have also experienced this era of brain-dead middle school.If they saw Mu Xuan and a few seniors leaving, they might not bother.Because Mu Xuan fought very well, it was not the first time he had confronted these people, and he seldom suffered losses. Anyone who was familiar with Mu Xuan knew that even if there were many opponents, there was no telling who would win the battle.

Bao Xiaoming also knew this, but the Mu Xuan who would steal his pocket money and fight with high school students was far away from him.What he knew was Mu Xuan who was pulling him to study and torturing him every day.Although the study is very painful, but the report card of the final exam is in his schoolbag, the class No. 30 is fourth, which is quite a low ranking, but in a class with 50 students in the class that exceeds the standard, he is far away from the bottom. Second, gradually change to middle school students.

He knew that when he took this report card back, Mrs. Bao would pick up the broom and pretend to beat him, but she was overjoyed at his progress. In fact, he was also bubbling with beauty in his heart.Mu Xuan frowned at the 23rd place in the class, but he believed that he must also be very happy.Both he and Mu Xuan are people who have to study hard and can't fight anymore.

Bao Xiaoming was afraid that after the fight, Mu Xuan would turn into the old Mu Xuan who smoked, drank and hung out in the game hall, looking at him fiercely.He ran back to school, intending to ask the teacher for help, but they only came to collect the report card today, and the teacher in charge of the class also had a holiday after sending the report card, and there were not many people in the school.

When he couldn't find the teacher, Bao Xiaoming went to find a friend, but in this era when students didn't have mobile phones, it was impossible to find someone urgently.And it was too late to go home to find his parents, so Bao Xiaoming stomped his feet and decided to do it himself.Anyway... Anyway, he is fat and thick-skinned, so even if he can't fight, he can still be beaten!

Panting heavily, the little chubby ran desperately towards the direction Mu Xuan left. Fortunately, Mu Xuan forced him to run all day these days, otherwise he would definitely be exhausted and paralyzed by now.

Even so, just a month of exercise can't change much. Bao Xiaoming was already running dizzy, his eyes were blurry, and when he turned, he bumped into a beggar who was putting plastic bottles into a broken bag.

This is a fool, he is still the grandpa and grandson of Baotuan, Bao Xiaoming knows him, and the residents of this generation have seen them.The grandparents said they were beggars, but they rarely begged.Usually, grandpa sat on the street, and if someone felt sorry for him, he would throw some money. If no one threw money, he would not come forward to beg, just sitting quietly.The grandson has never begged for food at all, and is always foolishly digging through the trash to pick up bottles, and he doesn't know who will collect his rags.

Beggars also have to spend the money they beg for. Sometimes they will take a bowl to Bao Da Niang's bun shop to buy food.Mrs. Bao always doesn't want their money, but the grandparents and grandchildren will stubbornly put down the money, and if they don't accept it, the fool will stare at people with aggrieved looks on his face.Later, Mrs. Bao also took their money, but she gave more buns.The idiot accepted it cheerfully because he didn't know how to count, and the old man would always say thank you very politely.Others are afraid to hate them, but Bao Xiaoming knows that the grandparents and grandchildren are actually very clean, without the unpleasant smell of most beggars. Every time they go to eat, their hands, faces and bowls are always clean.He wasn't afraid of them, but he was a little afraid of that fool.

Bao Xiaoming bumped into a fool and fell to the ground, his schoolbag fell to the side.The idiot looked at him helplessly, staring blankly at Bao Xiaoming struggling to get up without knowing how to step forward to help him.

The little fat man didn't care about like a fool, picked up his schoolbag and continued to run hard.The fool stared at his back for a while, scratched his head and continued to pick up the tatters while carrying the bag, who knew that when he touched his pocket, the money bag that he had kept well all along disappeared.It was the bag given to him by his grandfather, and it was tied with a rope, and it would be tied tightly when he pulled the bag, so that he would not lose the money.

The money was gone, the fool yelled anxiously, searching back and forth on the ground, he yelled "Ahhh" twice, turned his head inadvertently, and saw Bao Xiaoming turning around, the familiar money bag, in Bao Xiaoming's arms The zipper of the bag swayed in the wind.

"Ah!" The fool yelled and chased after him.

Bao Xiaoming didn't even have the strength to run away, but when he heard the cry suddenly, he looked back at the idiot and ran towards him with a ferocious (anxious) face, his heart thumped, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he walked away. The one with the little fat legs ran fast.

These two people chased me to a dead end, and there was a fierce fighting sound inside, it was Mu Xuan who was fighting with those gangsters to end their grievances.

Mu Xuan's exercise during this period of time is considered pretty good, and he has a very weak internal force.Although this little internal strength is completely useless in a fight, it can make him physically stronger and last longer.

The gangsters came prepared, although Mu Xuan knew some mundane tricks, but lost in physical fitness.The worst thing is that after he beat these guys over, more than a dozen people came over, dare these people know how to ambush!

A junior high school student, no matter how powerful he is against more than a dozen high school students, will suffer.Mu Xuan was already mentally prepared to be beaten up so badly that he couldn't get a job and had to pay for medical treatment, but at this moment Bao Xiaoming suddenly rushed into the alley and shouted at Mu Xuan: "Brother Mu, help—"

Mu Xuan: "..."

Is this the opposite?

In the next second, Mu Xuan knew why, and saw Bao Xiaoming turning into the alley, followed by a man with a disheveled hair and a hideous face.

Bao Xiaoming bumped his head into Mu Xuan's arms, causing him to cough several times.Just now, he was beaten by those gangsters here, but Mu Xuan felt that that blow was not as harmful as Bao Xiaoming's iron head skill.

"Brother Mu, he's chasing me!" Bao Xiaoming said with a particularly hopeless face.

The idiot was catching up, and went directly to Bao Xiaoming's schoolbag, muttering anxiously: "Money, money!"

Mu Xuan: "..."

When the two were torn apart, a wooden stick hit the beggar hard on the back from behind.The boy with dyed yellow hair spit on the beggar's hair, and said mockingly, "Mu Xuan, are you looking for a fool to help? You look like a bear to this fool, hahahahahahaha..."

The idiot was in pain, but he still persistently pulled back the purse on Bao Xiaoming's schoolbag, without turning his head to look at those high school students.He took the money bag back, opened it anxiously, and was relieved to see that there was not much money in it, and carefully hid the money back in his pocket.

A penetrating hand grabbed the wallet from the fool's hand, and the little boy nimbly jumped back to Huang Mao, opened the bag and said, "Brother Lin, there is a lot of money here!"

Huang Mao pinched his nose and looked at the money inside and said, "It stinks! But it's quite a lot, let's have a barbecue later!"

A dozen gangsters cheered, and the idiot rushed to the little man eagerly, wanting to get the money back, but the little man tossed the money bag upwards, and the bag flew into the hands of another person, and the beggar chased after him foolishly. .Those people not only threw away the money, but also kicked a few times, spit a few times, cursed a few times, and laughed a few times when they saw a fool chasing them.Fools don't know how to resist, they only chase after money, and they only mutter "money and money" in their mouths, as if they want to cry out in a hurry.

The money bag flew into Brother Huang Maolin's hands, he saw the fool coming over and was about to throw it away again, when he was punched in the face, the money bag flew up and fell into Mu Xuan's hands.

"Ah!" The fool rushed over, this time he was not kicked away, but someone grabbed his hand without hesitation, stuffed the money bag into his palm, and told in a chilling voice: "Put it away!" .”

Huang Mao covered his face and howled in anger, picked up his stick and rushed towards Mu Xuan.The boy withdrew his gaze from the beggars and turned his head to look at them. His peripheral vision was chilling to the bone.

Several high school students stopped at the same time as if they were frozen.While they were in a daze, Mu Xuan strode forward, his left foot was the axis of his body, and he kicked Huang Mao's stomach with a heavy roundabout kick.The wooden stick fell heavily, Huang Mao clutched his stomach and yelled, the pain was as if his stomach had been kicked open.

He yelled so badly that everyone froze for a moment.Mu Xuan bent down, picked up the wooden stick that Huangmao had dropped, gently stroked the wooden thorns on it with his palm, and said in a flat voice: "I didn't plan to bully you too much, after all, I don't have any hatred."

"But now," the wooden stick drew a handsome arc in the air, "I've changed my mind."

On that summer evening, the setting sun still scorched the pedestrians on the road scorching hotly.However, Huangmao and his party felt very cold, and it was getting colder.

There was only one person, a small boy who was less than 1.6 meters tall and weighed less than [-] catties. He held a wooden club and beat a group of people until they screamed.The little man who took the beggar's money had his hands beaten into strange shapes. He was so painful that tears fell out, but he didn't dare to move his hands.

At first, they thought about fighting back, and they were able to fight back.The heavy blow hit Mu Xuan's body, every time he hit it.But Mu Xuan didn't seem to be in pain, his forehead was bleeding, but he still beat people down with sticks, fists and feet without batting an eyelid. Two times and three times.

This kind of reckless style of play scared them to death.They just want to fight, to burn off the irrepressible hormones of puberty, they don't intend to kill their lives.Gradually, some people retreated, and some screamed and ran away.Some escaped, some did not.The ones who fell to the ground and howled in the end were those who just took over the money bag and bullied the beggar.

Those who could run ran away, and those who couldn't run leaned together, looking at the boy who was blood-stained by the setting sun, the wooden stick was stained with blood, and the boy's forehead was bleeding continuously, but it all made him look like a ghost.

"Mu, Brother Mu... I, I was wrong... Don't, don't dare to fight again!" Huang Mao looked at Mu Xuan who was walking slowly like them step by step, and finally couldn't bear it, and shouted beg for mercy.

Mu Xuan was unmoved, and walked towards them with steady steps.

At this moment, a voice sounded: "Brother Mu, you haven't done your summer homework yet!"

Mu Xuan turned his head slowly and saw Bao Xiaoming holding his schoolbag, looking scared but trying to straighten his back and look at him.The blood-stained eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Brother Mu," Bao Xiaoming called out again tentatively, "I got 34 in the exam this time, and my mother will definitely make braised pork ribs tonight!"

"Click", the wooden stick fell to the ground.Several high school students scrambled and left the alley as if they were being pardoned.

Bao Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards Mu Xuan.But a figure was faster than him, and the fool ran over in a hurry, wiped the wound on Mu Xuan's forehead with his dirty sleeve, and said, "Blood, blood!"

Bao Xiaoming looked at his colorless sleeves and raised his heart. Is that thing hygienic?Even he knows that if the wound is not treated properly, it is easy to get infected and tetanus!

Fortunately, Mu Xuan took the beggar's hand away to prevent him from adding fuel to the fire.The boy grabbed the fool's wrist without hesitation, and teased: "Are you still a bad guy?"

The fool shook his head like a rattle and said firmly, "Good, good man!"

Mu Xuan smiled, so beautifully.