At 9:37 a.m. on September 13, 2020, in the corner of 50 meters behind Ping'an Station, a sound of snapping and popping sounded rhythmically.

"It's the twelfth punch."

The voice echoed in He An's head, not only did he feel uneasy about He An's current situation, but he could still hear a little excitement in it.

And He An didn't have time to pay attention to the chatter in his head now, because he was being beaten up by Wu Anguo, a green-haired monster, and he couldn't land at all.

"Thirteenth punch, note that this is an uppercut, your jaw should be ......"

Before the voice could finish speaking, He An, who was in the air, received another violent impact from his chin, and under the huge impact, he felt that his thoughts had diverged along with his brain, and he couldn't form a coherent train of thought at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Wu Anguo was about to throw the fourteenth punch, but this time, Newton's laws saved him, and under the effect of gravity, he fell to the ground at a great speed, just missing the oncoming attack.

Plop.

He An fell to the ground, and the chatter finally stopped.

At this time, one of He An's eyes was already stained with blood red, and there was also a stream of heat rolling out of his nasal cavity.

To make matters worse, he had just been hit in the abdomen and ribs so violently that he still couldn't muster his strength, and could only lie flat on the ground like a sponge, looking up at the sky weakly.

Is this the price of a hero saving beauty? He An thought weakly.

He saw a green shadow enveloping the earth, the color of Wu Anguo, and the man was standing beside his face, looking down at him with a sharp gaze.

"Why meddle?"

This was the first time He An heard Wu Anguo's voice, his voice was indifferent and soft, and it felt like a normal conversation.

"Like to be reckless, like to express yourself?"

Wu Anguo said calmly, and at the same time raised his left foot and stepped on He An's face, and began to press down a little harder.

"People like you, who are obviously weak, small as dust, but desperately trying to do it, is really an eyesore."

When Wu Anguo said this, his eyes did not fall on He An, he seemed to remember something from the past, and unconsciously increased the pressure under his feet.

As the pressure was conducted, He An clearly felt the back of his head desperately squeezing the concrete floor.

"He An, I hear the back of your head squeaking, if he pushes harder, you will die."

An illusory voice in his head reminded.

But He An neither answered Wu Anguo's question, nor did he pay attention to the reminder of the voice.

He just looked up at the sky, through the green shadows, at the constantly twinkling star in the sky.

It should be a small star, after all, it seems to be the size of a sesame seed now.

But even if it is so small, even if it is under the scorching sun.

It was still desperately shimmering, its own light.

So is Starlight, and so am I!

Enduring the severe pain on his body, He An suddenly exerted his strength, and he suddenly turned around and made Wu Anguo step on the air.

Immediately afterwards, He An jumped up, swung his fist, and counterattacked.

The fist that was clenched into a sandbag slammed into Wu Anguo's chest, knocking him directly to the ground without warning.

"Well done, think about what I usually teach you, and finish him with a move."

The voice said in the tone of a boxing coach, for now, it is indeed a good time to fight back.

Wu Anguo, who fell to the ground, never expected that this one-meter-seven-eight, weak-looking boy in front of him would dare to resist him, and he would be beaten so painfully.

Shocked, he forgot to fight back for a while, and stupidly stood up in place.

And the silent He An is indeed very different from his previous opponents, after a successful blow, the expression on his face is neither happy nor sad, and his clear eyes are as deep and introverted as a pool of water, and there is a faint smell of dust.

For a moment, He An and Wu Anguo thought of the same sentence in their minds:

"Is this what a master feels like?"

At this time, the voice in his head also added to He An: "That's right, as long as you calm down, the opponent will not be able to defeat you." ”

The word calm reminded He An that although he is indeed inferior to the other party in terms of strength, and his ability to resist attacks may not be as strong as the other party, as the famous saying goes: "As long as you don't hit, it's not a big deal." ”

He An believes that with the agility he has cultivated in the past 18 years, he may really have the strength to fight!

"Aha, funny, funny guy!" Wu Anguo laughed wildly and stood up.

He An couldn't understand why his opponent was laughing, but it didn't matter, because he was fearless when he had calmed down.

Facing Wu Anguo, who was rushing in, He An didn't seem to be flustered.

He turned to his side, struck the best possible position, and kept his eyes on his opponent's up-and-down fists, drawing the trajectory of his fist movement in his mind.

At that moment of lightning, He An predicted the opponent's attack.

He watched from the front of the left straight down to his chest with a fist, leaning back slightly to calmly dodge.

And then He An used the corner of his eye to catch the opponent's left hook, which was the move used by the opponent just for the thirteenth punch, and at this time, He An would not be knocked down twice by the same move!

Sure enough, in the face of the oncoming attack, He An turned his head slightly and easily avoided this fierce attack.

Gorgeously dodging the opponent's combo, the corners of He An's mouth rose slightly, and he said easily between tossing and turning:

"It's just ......"

Bang dang~

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of green occupied He An's entire line of sight, and gradually turned into a deep black.

Wu Anguo, who missed the two blows, used his head hammer in frenzy, and his bruised skull smashed directly into He An's face with a piece of prairie.

He An only felt that his nasal cavity was hot, and a stream of bright red and brilliant liquid was scattered like fireworks, and along with it, there was also He An's confidence in victory, and many past fantasies.

According to gravity, it takes 2.2 seconds to take one meter into the air to land.

And in this 2.2 seconds, He An saw a figure coming in a hurry.

It was a pale yellow dress, dancing lightly in the wind, and her messy hair could not hide her anxious eyes and uneasy face.

He An has been looking at Yuehua for so long for the first time.

Poof.

He An landed hard, and the impact on the back of his head from the hard floor made him spin a little.

His brain was buzzing, and he didn't hear the illusory voice, nor could he hear Yuehua's words clearly.

Only in a half-daz, I saw Yuehua rushing to his side for no reason, and then he was roughly dragged by Wu Anguo and dragged deeper into this corner.

A bright red and hot liquid flowed from the corners of He An's eyes, and his world gradually changed from bright to dark and gloomy.

Looking at the gradually blurred figures of the two, He An stretched out his hand vigorously, and shouted in a voice that he didn't know how loud it could be:

"Let go of that girl."