Due to the many accusations of the society and public opinion against the aristocratic school, the leaders of Beihai Middle School adopted such a method, every year, among the fresh junior high school graduates, select a large number of students with excellent academic performance but poor families, exempt them from all tuition and miscellaneous fees, and recruit them to study in Beihai Middle School.

In other words, while earning its own profits, Beihai Middle School uses the money of those children whose families have money but are unwilling to study to help those children whose families are poor but want to study.

Moreover, there are still a lot of these poor students, accounting for about one-third of the total number of students in Beihai Middle School, and the results have received good social benefits.

However, after all, it is an aristocratic school, so the advantages and disadvantages of other aristocratic schools are also available in Beihai Middle School.

In terms of advantages, the campus covers a very large area and the environment is as elegant as a park.

As for the disadvantages, the school spirit is very poor.

There is an interesting phenomenon in our society, most of the children from good families are reluctant to study, and most of them like to cause trouble.

The children of Beihai Middle School are like this, but because they each have a strong background, as long as they don't cause too much trouble, the school usually turns a blind eye to them.

There are many aristocratic schools, as long as they give enough money, even if they send a monkey to it, they will be their students.

But in Beihai Middle School, from teachers to students, they pay attention to studying the background of each student, and if it is discovered that Pang Wushuang is a descendant of the Kokang Republican Army, it is difficult to say whether it will cause unexpected trouble.

Pang Wushuang was able to enter Beihai Middle School to study, not because only Beihai Middle School was willing to accept it, but because this school still pays more attention to teaching quality and campus atmosphere, and more importantly, there are both gentlemen and poor students here, which can better hide Pang Wushuang's identity, so that she can enjoy high-quality education without attracting attention.

Beihai Middle School is located on the secluded Beihai Highway, which is lined with parks and villas on both sides.

The gate of the middle school is a traditional Chinese-style archway, and on the left and right sides are a pair of couplets, the upper link is "Ten Years of Trees", and the lower one is "One Hundred Years of Tree People".

In front of the gate is a piece of Taihu Lake stone, and after entering the gate, there is a parking lot.

The parking lot is a unique thing of the aristocratic school, Pang Jindong looked into it from a distance, and could faintly see Lamborghini, Ferrari, BMW and other famous cars, which was simply a famous car expo.

It is conceivable that in such an environment, each student must demonstrate his or her own value and family background, and compete hard in all aspects.

Pang Wushuang has to take a taxi to and from school every day, but sometimes her uncle Zhao Mengde will drive a Great Wall Harvard to pick her up, the car is not only worthless, but also burns diesel, which is a little pitiful in comparison.

Pang Jindong looked at these famous cars and suddenly realized a problem.

When a robbery gang appeared in front of the school gate, the parents of the students could use their power and influence to urge the police station and government departments in their jurisdiction to deal with it, but this reasonable thing did not happen.

Pang Jindong shook his head and said to himself: "There are no thieves, and you can't attract foreign ghosts!"

In addition, Pang Jindong once heard Pang Wushuang mention that those who drive to school by themselves can only be regarded as mid-range students, and many students have their own full-time drivers and even full-time bodyguards.

Such students can fully guarantee their own safety and the personal safety of their friends, and in this era of everyone sweeping the snow in front of their own door, no one cares too much about the lives of others.

Probably the school was also aware of this, so they had to communicate with the police station, and did not expect the students to do anything.

Pang Jindong lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and then took out his mobile phone to call Pang Wushuang.

Pang Jindong's image was obviously too down-and-out, dangling in front of the school, and was soon noticed by two people in blue uniforms. They walked over quickly and asked Pang Jindong sharply, "What are you doing?"

Pang Jindong looked each other up and down, and finally his eyes fell on the dirty collar and crumpled shirt, and asked with a smile: "You are the security guard here?"

The other party nodded: "That's right!"

"Rubbish!"

"What did you say?" said a security guard, pulling his baton from his waist.

The thugs who robbed in front of the school usually don't dress like Pang Jindong, so the security guards will show this attitude, probably because they want to take the opportunity to show their eyes and let the school know that they are not useless.

Pang Jindong has seen a lot of this kind of bullying and fearing the hard, and he never takes it seriously.

Seeing the appearance of the security guard, Pang Jindong just smiled slightly, then clenched his fists and made a few "click" sounds.

As the saying goes, "people rely on clothes, and Buddha wants gold", which is true, but sometimes it is not applicable, for example, people's temperament will not be changed by clothing.

The head of the security guard had poisonous eyes, and found that Pang Jindong was hiding something indescribable under that suit.

The head of the security guard didn't want to make a fuss, so he quietly pulled the placket of his companion's clothes, and then said to Pang Jindong: "If it's okay, don't stay here!"

"Have you bought this place? You can't even manage the inside of the school, and you dare to manage the outside of the school?"

The security boss originally thought that if he gave a step, Pang Jindong would leave with interest, but he didn't expect Pang Jindong to appreciate it at all, but instead sarcastically mocked himself.

The head of the security guard coughed uncomfortably twice, and then asked word by word, "Do you know what this place is?"

"Where? brothel?"

"What do you say?" said another security guard, who had just released his hand from his baton, was about to pull it out again.

The head of the security guard tugged at his companion's shirt again, laughed dryly and said, "It's fine if it's a brothel, but it's a pity that this is a school, and you can't ......afford to mess with the students here."

Pang Jindong originally wanted to ask: "Could it be that the students here are all prostitutes?" But after thinking about it, he scolded his cousin as well, so Pang Jindong softened his tone and told the security guard: "I know that this is the school, and I am the parent of the student!"

"Oh?" When the security guard heard this, he found a step for himself: "What grade class?"

"Three classes in two years. ”

"If you want to enter the school, go to the doorman and register first!"

"No need, I'll wait for her here!"

When the head of the security guard heard this, he did not say anything more and left with his companions.

At this time, the lunch break is over, and the students are either resting in the school's dormitory or wandering around the neighborhood during the lunch break.

Because the weather is getting warmer, there are fewer and fewer people who take a nap in the dormitory, and more and more people go out to play, but except for those students from poor backgrounds, they basically do not use the lunch break to study in the study room.

Because of the existence of this aristocratic school, it has led to the development of a large number of industries in the surrounding area, including brand-name clothing stores, coffee houses, high-end Internet cafes, fast food restaurants, restaurants and various entertainment venues, etc., and there are even two love hotels, so students have a lot of places to go.

What Pang Jindong didn't know was that when he was grinding his teeth with the security guards here, Pang Wushuang and a few classmates had just returned from the Internet café and were seeing this scene.

Pang Wushuang pointed at Pang Jindong and said excitedly to his classmates: "This is my cousin!"

Although they were far away and couldn't hear what Pang Jindong and the security guards were saying, Pang Wushuang's classmates shook their heads and asked Pang Wushuang: "Your cousin looks so decrepit?"

A green long-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of camouflage pants, his hair is a little too long, he looks very messy, it seems that he has not enjoyed the caress of a comb for many years, coupled with a somewhat listless look, making Pang Jindong look no different from a migrant worker.

Although the camouflage pants worn by Pang Jindong are the original ACU of the army of country M, which is converted into 1,800 yuan, Pang Wushuang's classmates do not understand this.

Considering that Pang Wushuang himself was somewhat rustic, they were even more sure that this family had just moved from the countryside.

Hearing that someone belittled his cousin, Pang Wushuang was a little unhappy, pouted and said, "What nonsense, my cousin is great!"

A fair-skinned girl asked in a teasing tone, "Where's the stick?"

Pang Wushuang originally wanted to tell his classmates: "My cousin is super rich!"

But thinking that the family repeatedly emphasized low-key, and Pang Jindong's appearance was not convincing, Pang Wushuang swallowed the words back and just muttered: "Anyway, it's great!"

At this time, a girl gently nudged Pang Wushuang and said in a very low voice, "Those people are here......

A few young people who dyed their hair in different colors frolicked with each other all the way, and they came over in a hanging.

When the security guards saw these people, they ran away, but they were still in good shape, although they did not stand up to fight against the evil forces, but at least they hid and called the police.

At the same time, a group of boys came out of the school, all of them bulging, and at a glance they knew that they were hiding guys.

Since the school and the police could not protect themselves, the students decided to protect themselves. However, they did not do so out of a sense of justice, but purely out of the enthusiasm of young people.

There are different reasons for each person, some of them are because their good friends were robbed, and they stood up out of buddy righteousness;

Some people think that the school is their own territory, so outsiders cannot be allowed to wreak havoc;

Others are purely for the sake of showing themselves in front of their favorite female classmates.

Seeing that a vicious fight was about to happen, some students who wanted to return to campus immediately immediately stopped and watched, but as a result, more and more people gathered in front of the school gate.

A few thugs didn't take these students seriously at all, spat a mouthful of phlegm in their direction, and walked straight towards Pang Wushuang and the others.

A red-haired thug pinched the face of the girl who had just spoken, and said with a smile on his face: "Little girl, you look quite white!"

Another green-haired thug pointed at Pang Wushuang and said, "This one looks a little dark!"

"What do you know!" the redhead pushed the green hair and smiled even more exaggeratedly: "The skin is white and watery, and the skin is black enough!"

The green hair nodded again and again: "Big brother Gao Jian, big brother Gao Jian!"

The girl was eaten tofu in vain, although she was unwilling, she didn't dare to attack, so she had to look at Pang Wushuang as if asking for help.

Pang Wushuang smiled and asked the redhead: "What did you say? Why didn't I understand!"

"Oh, then find a place, I'll tell you about it alone, how about it!" said the redhead, putting his arm on Pang Wushuang's shoulder.

"Okay!" Pang Wushuang said, glancing at Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong had already noticed that Pang Wushuang was back, but when he saw someone coming out of the school, he wanted to see how the students defended themselves, but he didn't expect the gangsters to go to Pang Wushuang.

Pang Jindong hurriedly walked towards Pang Wushuang, but at this time, something even more unexpected happened, Pang Wushuang didn't know where to take out a dagger, and while the red hair was unprepared, it stabbed into his ribs with a "poof".

"Oops!" the red-haired pig screamed, took a few steps back, covered the bloody wound with one hand, and pointed at Pang Wushuang with the other and scolded: "You little ** dare to stab someone!"

Pang Wushuang shook the dagger in his hand and asked provocatively, "What's the matter?"

Pang Jindong didn't expect that his cousin, who was just a little naughty, would be so fierce, and he was stunned on the spot for a while, not knowing what to do, until the other thugs rushed up and surrounded Pang Wushuang.

"you, little **, you look for death!" The green head ** raised his fist and was about to hit Pang Wushuang.

However, Greenhair's punch missed inexplicably, and he was about to swing his punch again, but found that there was no point of strength under his feet, and then he realized that he was flying out of thin air.

The green hair didn't really grow wings, but was picked up by Pang Jindong by the collar from behind, he was too short, and his feet were half a meter away from the ground at this time.

Pang Wushuang and her classmates realized at this time that Pang Jindong's image suddenly became taller, and his green hair was set off like a chick.

Pang Jindongzhi lifted the green hair with one hand, and the green hair struggled a few times, but Pang Jindong did not move.

Pang Jindong's amazing power made the gangsters present fearful.

But relying on the large number of people on their side, they still didn't take Pang Jindong in their eyes, so they immediately left Pang Wushuang and surrounded Pang Jindong instead, and one of them scolded and asked in their mouths: "Where did you come from?"

Pang Jindong looked at the scolding gangsters and replied seriously: "You|Grandma B are here!"

The thug was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

"I'm your father, don't you recognize me?"

"I***!" the little gangster took out a small dagger from his waist and stabbed Pang Jindong hard.

Pang Jindong didn't dodge or dodge, but turned his body and blocked the knife with his green hair.

I only heard a scream of "Oops!", and the green hair was cut a hole in the abdomen by his own comrades, and bright red blood gushed out of it.

The thug who used the knife didn't expect Pang Jindong to have such a move, but he didn't have time to stop, and he was a little at a loss at this time, not knowing whether to continue to attack Pang Jindong, or to apologize to the green hair first.

Taking advantage of the other party's stupid kung fu, Pang Jindong pushed the green hair out hard, and the green hair and the gangster who used the knife collided together with a "bang", and both fell to the ground.

The other two gangsters pounced on Pang Jindong from both sides, and Pang Jindong pulled out a stick from his waist and threw it hard at the gangster on the left.

The stick bounced off in an instant, and the tip struck the thug's mouth accurately, squeezing his lips open, breaking through his teeth, and pushing into his throat.

The thug felt a little sweet in his throat, and a stream of liquid gushed out of his gums and poured into his throat.

Pang Jindong jerked the stick back again, and then turned to the thug on the right.

The stick, accompanied by several teeth and a stream of bloody arrows, struck the shoulder blade of the thug on the right, and with a "poof" sound, the thug's shoulder immediately collapsed in half.

The one who used the knife first had already stood up, waving the knife, and rushed towards Pang Jindong with a strange scream in his mouth.

Pang Jindong stood motionless, and just when the tip of the opponent's knife was about to poke him, Pang Jindong quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist.

The little gangster only felt that his wrist was clamped as if it was clamped by a vice, and he was fixed tightly, and saw that the tip of the knife was only less than a centimeter away from Pang Jindong, but he couldn't move forward half a step at all.

Then, he was surprised to see that the tip of the knife had changed direction and stabbed straight at the right side of his lower abdomen.

Although the thugs struggled desperately, trying to resist the tremendous force exerted on their wrists, they could not stop the knife in the slightest.

He wanted to move his body to avoid it, but his wrist was restricted by Pang Jindong and he couldn't make a large movement at all.

Finally, he watched as the knife plunged halfway into his lower abdomen, and a cold sensation followed, followed by a burning pain.

Pang Jindong asked the gangster coldly: "Have you ever had appendix surgery?"

The little thug didn't understand the meaning of this question, and endured the increasingly intense pain, and shook his head in a wooden way: "No!"

"Then it's done now!" Pang Jindong pulled out the knife, held it in his hand, and told the other party with a smile: "If I hadn't miscalculated, this knife should have just cut off your appendix!"

While Pang Jindong said this, he turned around abruptly and stabbed the knife downward.

A gangster took advantage of the fierce fight just now, quietly touched Pang Jindong's back, and was about to start, but Pang Jindong had already discovered him, and nailed the dagger to his shoulder blade like lightning.

The little thug screamed and staggered away, but Pang Jindong didn't let him go, and smashed the stick in his hand on his other shoulder.

Both arms were gone, and he was no longer capable of fighting, and fell to his knees wailing.

The red hair relieved himself at this time, knowing that he was not Pang Jindong's opponent, so he took out his dagger and went straight to Pang Wushuang.