If it was a normal day, the class leader would have already come to stop me if I fought in front of the class leader. But today, I'm not sure if the class leader was angry that Mohawk Head molested her, but she was a beat slower.
In this short period of time, Mohawk Head and I fought a few more rounds.
To be exact, it was his tongue and my fists that fought a few rounds.
Mohawk Head: "Ouch, let go of my hand! You brat, you dare hit your grandpa? "
I didn't respond and imitated the text 'Lu Tianxia punches Zhen Guanxi'. I grabbed Mohawk Head's chest and punched him in the nose.
Very good, as expected, blood flowed like a soy sauce shop, very suitable for bored people to come and buy soy sauce.
Mohawk Head used his left hand to cover his nose and snorted: "You actually dare to hit me! Do you know who my boss is! "Although his tone was firm, his voice already carried a sobbing tone.
There are some people in society who always say 'boss', 'dad', 'mom', or even 'uncle' and 'aunts', but they don't know who they are.
I aimed at his left eye socket and gave him a black eye. Although it didn't achieve the effect of 'black beads bursting out from the crevices of the eye', it still made his pretty white face look a lot better even though it was covered with face cream.
"Ah! I'm blind! I'm blind! " Mohawk Head covered his swollen left eye and yelled in panic. It made me want to add another punch to his temple. Then my cosplay of Lu Tianxia would be perfect and my synchronization would reach 400%.
But after thinking about it, after Lu Tianxia punched Zhen Guanxi's temple, Zhen Guanxi could only exhale and not inhale, so he was killed by the third punch. Mohawk Head seems to be a person with weak resistance to attacks. If he really died like Zhen Guanxi, do I have to learn from Lu Tianxia and become a monk in Wutai Mountain? The name Lu Zhishen sounds good, but Ye Zhishen doesn't sound good!
Most importantly, Lu Zhishen's nickname is' Flower Monk '! I don't want to have such a nickname! Lu Zhishen was called the "Flowery Monk" because he had tattoos on his body. If I was also called the "Flowery Monk" because I didn't have any tattoos, everyone would think that there was something wrong with my lifestyle.
Also, some time ago, an 'expert' who had appeared on Lecture Room suggested that the article 'Lu Tiyu Punches Zhen Guanxi' should be removed from junior high school Chinese textbooks because the core of the article was a bloody murder scene that would negatively influence children.
Don't take it off! Compared to "The Song of the Stormy Petrel", which was like an "animal world", Commander Lu's three punches were better and more ingenious! I have to let my future students read such an enjoyable article! If I imitated Commander Lu and killed Mohawk Head, wouldn't that become an argument in the mouths of experts? One day, when Commander Lu waved goodbye to junior high Chinese, I wouldn't be able to escape the blame.
Thus, he only threw two punches. The third punch hung in the air, as if it was going to fall. With Mohawk Head's right hand being stepped on by me, he could only use his left hand to desperately protect his face, hoping to reduce the impact by a thousandth.
At this time, the class leader came over to dissuade him.
"Ye Lin, stop hitting, I … didn't suffer much damage."
What? Being touched isn't considered a loss? Class leader, if you're that broad-minded, then let me touch it too!
Wait, I think I already touched the class leader's thighs. At the time, I mistook the class leader for Shu Zhe, so I hit her butt and made her faint. I took the opportunity to rub a lot of oil on the class leader's thighs! Also, it was recorded by Shu Zhe's hidden digital camera! Class leader, if you ever see this video, you have to be as broad-minded as you were today and don't fuss over it!
When I hit Mohawk Head, the passengers began to whisper. When the class leader spoke to me, they began to whisper even louder.
"So the girl took the bus with her boyfriend … this little hoodlum really doesn't know what's good for him."
"But the girl seems like a good student, why is her boyfriend … so violent, and his appearance …"
The woman who was sitting in the back with a red packet smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
The cause of the incident — — the old lady anxiously grabbed the class leader's arm and said anxiously:
"Girl, hurry up and tell your boyfriend to stop hitting! It would be a sin if someone died! "
The passengers all agreed that I was the class leader's boyfriend and it made the class leader blush.
"I … we're just normal classmates!"
I'm not sure who the class leader was talking to.
Mohawk Head pried open his swollen eyelids and realized he wasn't blind. He actually said:
"Who would believe that! You wanted to beat me to death just because I touched your thighs. Would you be so angry if he wasn't your boyfriend? "
He still dares to mention thighs? I backhanded him and his head immediately tilted to the side, causing his purple mohawk to move. It had the charm of a rooster.
The timid bus driver pressed another button, and a soothing melody sounded from the bus broadcast, followed by a gentle female voice.
"Modesty and courtesy are the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. If you have a dispute with other passengers, please remain calm and resolve it peacefully. That way, you can ensure the harmony of society …"
Harmony my ass! We, who have the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, are we supposed to be harmonious when someone steals our seats and touches our thighs? The reason why society isn't harmonious is not because of the existence of Commander Lu, but because there are Zhen Guanxi everywhere! Buddha said: Killing evil people is doing good. If evil people aren't eliminated, harmony is a complete joke!
The class leader, who definitely had more traditional virtues than me, took another step forward and pleaded for Mohawk Head:
"Let him go, you've been stepping on his hand for long enough, and he didn't … use this hand to touch me."
I turned around and asked: "Then should I step on it with the other hand?"
"Don't! Please don't! "Mohawk Head begged for mercy with blood dripping from his nose and mouth." I was wrong! I still have to race with my bro tomorrow! How am I supposed to ride a motorcycle if both of my hands are broken … "
Suddenly, I remembered him riding his motorcycle on the sidewalk and almost hitting me. I got angry and slapped him in the face again.
Mohawk Head was beaten upside down and upside down by me. If it wasn't for me grabbing onto the clothes in front of his chest, he would have directly fallen into the carriage.
"That's enough." The class leader put her hand on my shoulder from behind. Seeing that I was addicted to hitting him and had no intention of stopping, she said: "If you keep hitting me, I'll get angry!"
Her words were effective. I smacked my lips and tossed the dizzy Mohawk Head to the ground. I dusted off my hands and stood up. But when I left, I purposely stepped on his left hand.
Mohawk Head made a clucking sound from his throat. If the class leader wasn't next to me, I would have stepped on it a few more times to see if he would continue clucking. It didn't seem like a rooster, but more like a hen that was about to lay eggs.
I hit Mohawk Head for a long time, and no one could stop me. But when the class leader said "I'm going to get angry", I immediately stopped. One of the passengers looked at the class leader and asked with a smile: "You're still saying he's not your boyfriend?"
"Class leader, you're too softhearted." I said, "Even Lei Feng said: treat your enemies as cruel and merciless as a harsh winter. It's better to be cruel to them than when they get a chance to turn things around and be cruel to you and your friends! "
It's said that gentleness is the grave of heroes. I was busy talking to the class leader, but I didn't realize Mohawk Head had already regained consciousness. He was sprawled on the ground, but he began to pull out a fruit knife from his pocket. He clumsily tried to take out the knife with his numb hands.
The class leader clearly saw this scene from where she was, but she didn't show any signs of panic. Instead, she passed me and walked over with angry steps. Her shiny white shoes stepped on the floor between Mohawk Head's legs. She gracefully stopped when she was one step away from bursting Mohawk Head's balls.
"Do you want to see who's faster?" The class leader sneered and looked down at Mohawk Head whose face was covered in blood.
I also turned around at this time and Mohawk Head didn't have a chance at all.
A certain passenger was stuck in a traffic jam for too long and couldn't wait to get off, so the driver opened the back door. Mohawk Head seized the opportunity and scrambled off the car.
"Just you wait!" Mohawk Head screamed with a hoarse voice, "My boss will get revenge for me!"
As he was thinking about how to speak, he was almost hit by a motorcycle that was playing "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style." He spat on the ground, squeezed into the gap of the traffic, and soon disappeared.
"Do you want to sit?" The class leader pointed to the empty seat because Mohawk Head was kicked off the car.
"No need, there's still some oil under the seat. I'll just stand next to it."
"There's also an empty seat at the front …" The class leader reminded me that someone else got off the car earlier after she sat down. She seemed to be uncomfortable with me standing next to her.
"Don't worry." I said, "Where do you want to get off? I'll help you carry the oil home. "
"I can do that myself …" The class leader didn't look at me directly. Instead, she looked at the long line of traffic through the window. Maybe she was looking at me through the reflection of the window.
"What's Shu Zhe doing at home?" I asked.
"He's surfing the internet on his laptop in his bedroom. He said he had origami homework for labor class, so he wants to find something different …"
I seriously doubt it! Is Shu Zhe working as customer service for my online store? But I only outsourced the original underwear business to him. No matter how diligent he is in customer service, he's limited by a 72 hour period, so he can't make much profit! Could it be that he opened up a new business?
After waiting for another 5 or 6 minutes, the traffic finally eased up. As the bus started to move again, the passengers had an expression as if they were able to take a dump after three months of constipation.
I didn't get off the bus when we passed Hai He South Road, so the class leader knew I was determined to take her home. Her gaze couldn't help but gradually soften as she looked out the window.
After another stop, the class leader bent down to grab the oil under the seat, but I was one step ahead and grabbed it first.
The class leader had no choice but to follow behind me. She avoided the gazes of other passengers and got off the bus quietly.
It was already 8: 30 and the sky was completely dark. I didn't feel comfortable letting the class leader walk alone at night, let alone carrying two barrels of oil.
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