While they were sitting here chatting, a cardboard box was suddenly thrown over, hitting Wang Xiang's head. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's that?"

Wang Xiang turned his head and found that what was smashed on his head was a cigarette case. As soon as he picked it up, a group of people stood in front of them.

That's right, it's the student council people.

Headed by the new president of the student union, Mao Dayong. He is 1.8 meters tall, looks decent, has horizontal flesh on his face, and the small beard on his chin bone is not shaved clean, but there is an alternative dark light in those small glasses, which is not like the old spicy that should be at this age. The six or seven cadres of the student union behind him were also arrogant, looking at Yang Xiaobing and the other five as if they were interrogating prisoners.

"The five of you violated school discipline and smoked in a crowd, so please go with us to the student office. Mao Dayong said gloomily. It can be seen that they went to various dark corners of the school just now to arrest people, and the biggest goal was actually to arrest Yang Xiaobing and others, but they came up empty. The box of cigarettes that I threw just now was actually caught by other students, which is obviously a good show to blame others.

"You threw it here, right? We can't smoke in public, right?" Wang Xiang thought it was ridiculous.

"There are human and material evidence, no need to quibble, hurry up. Mao Dayong turned his head and continued.

"Physical evidence, this box of cigarettes?" Wang Xiang finished speaking, and smashed it over, but Mao Dayong grabbed it and held the box of cigarettes firmly in his hand.

"Is there anyone else?, can you not be funny?" Bai Xiaohai said in a sharp voice.

"Mouse!"

Mao Dayong shouted, only to see a thin boy wearing a school uniform with roe head and rat eyes flashing out from behind, and said with a sneer: "I have seen them smoke with my own eyes, many times, there are pictures and truths!"

After the mouse finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and showed a secretly taken photo of Yang Xiaobing and others smoking in the toilet in the album.

This rat is a little scum in the third (6th) class of junior high school, named Shu Wei, nicknamed Mouse. He usually fools around between different small teams, always walking hunched over, as obscene as a mouse. He was the biggest smoker, never bought cigarettes, and asked for cigarettes to smoke in the toilet. Yang Xiaobing and others looked at him pitifully, like a dog, and always gave him cigarettes. Unexpectedly, the rats secretly took pictures of them smoking a few days ago, which is really unguardable.

Yang Xiaobing was furious for a while, stood up and rushed up, and scolded angrily: "Mouse, I'm a b, we usually give you cigarettes, and I think of you if it's beneficial, but this time you dare to yin us?"

"Wait!" Mao Dayong stretched out a hand, blocked Yang Xiaobing, and said calmly: "Don't attack the witnesses, ok?

"Oh, I can see that you are a gang, and the rats have been bought by your student union!" Chen Jianjun suddenly realized: "You are deliberately looking for an opportunity to stir up trouble, right?"

Mao Dayong nodded lightly, and said with a smile: "Your green-haired IQ is not low. In order to make the school have a few fewer 'bosses' and restore the situation of the student union being unified, how can we not take some special measures?"

The high school of 49 used to have a student gang called the Ivy League. Why is it called such a literary name? Because the Ivy League was originally a literary club, and there were a few beauties who loved literary creation, and later, a sophomore scum named Cai Zhenxiong joined the literary club, so that those beauties full of ideals had abortions, and since then, the literary club has become a scum concentration camp. Many people who like literature have stopped joining the club, and they know very well that the people in the Ivy League have nothing to do with literature, and they are all troubled teenagers in high school. The Ivy League is no longer a sunny, healthy, and positive student club, but a club of gangsters dressed as students.

Because the Ivy League is still nominally a literary club founded by the school, they have a fixed place for their activities. The headquarters of the club is set up on the seventh floor of the No. 3 teaching building, which is the highest floor, and no one usually goes up, only when the Ivy League holds a monthly literary gathering, the members of the club gather one after another. It is said to be a sorority to discuss Zhuangzi and Lu Xun, which is actually an internal meeting of this school gang. The content of the discussion, in addition to the selection of the boss and the ranking of seats, is that the middle-level personnel report how many younger brothers they have received, when and where to fight.

The middle school is a plate of loose sand, probably because of the young age, the small scum is not large, and there is no gang organization like the Ivy League. There are a few guys like Yang Xiaobing who have established themselves as kings in their own class.

The student council has always existed parallel to the Ivy League and does not interfere with each other.

But this time, after their reshuffle, the cards were reshuffled, and Mao Dayong served as the president of the student union. His ambition is to get all the dazzling people in the eye this semester, including the Ivy League and a few bosses in the middle school.

The strength of the Ivy League is too strong, and the student union has no way to start for the time being. Therefore, their immediate goal and task is to subdue the junior high school first, defeat a few small bosses one by one, and consolidate the strength of the student union.

Obviously, Yang Xiaobing and his little friends were caught by Mao Dayong this time.

Mao Dayong caused an incident, saying that they were smoking and violating discipline, and wanted to take them to the student union and clean them up through legal channels. However, Yang Xiaobing and others must be resolute not to go. The first is that they don't smoke at all, and if they go, it is tantamount to admitting it, and the second is that they have promised the head teacher Liu Yi at the class meeting not to do anything that violates school discipline. If they are mentioned to the student union this time, it will be equivalent to arresting a model, and the reputation of Class 8 will be damaged again, and Liu Yi will definitely not spare a few of them.

So, Yang Xiaobing said it, if Mao Dayong doesn't like me, don't find fault with me, and make an appointment if you have a kind of fight!

This statement just fulfilled Mao Dayong's thoughts, of course he agreed to fight, and the two sides agreed to meet on the back mountain after school.

This Mao Dayong only transferred this semester, and he used to be the president of the student union of another school, with tough methods and a pungent style. He changed schools because he had a conflict with a small gang during a hygiene check, and one of them was seriously injured. Although he was legitimately 'enforcing the law', he was not right to beat people, and he was still ordered to withdraw from the school.

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The mountain behind the school.

In a large clearing in the middle of the woods, people gathered one after another.

The gentle light cast by the setting sun did not fill the hearts of these teenagers with love. They all stared at each other, with serious expressions, ready for this big PK.

It didn't take long for the two gangs to confront each other. On one side are nine members of the student union, plus a dog-legged mouse, and on the other side are fifteen boys in the second (8th) class of junior high school headed by Yang Xiaobing.

Although Class 8 has an advantage in numbers, after all, the vast majority of the opponents are high school students, and their height and strength are stronger than this side.

The students made an appointment and said that they would not bring any weapons.

You can only fight with your bare hands.

That's how real men fight.

Different from the brawls of social gangs, it is not a rule among students in Yunhai City, and group fights are resolutely unarmed. The personal damage caused by this can be minimized, and at the same time, speaking with your fists, you can better distinguish who is stronger.

Their schoolbags were nestled under a big tree, and they all rolled up their sleeves and rubbed their hands, like angry little bulls.

A battle is about to take place.