During high school, the influence of "Luohan" in society is still there, and it is more intense than in junior high school, and there are also some students in the school who have "Luohan" backgrounds and have close ties with young people in society.

One evening, when I wanted to eat something at the snack bar at the gate with my best classmates, I saw two groups of people fighting, I don't know why, there was so much hatred, one person held a long saber on the neck of the other and threatened each other, just like the plot of "Crazy Boy".

I didn't have the courage to stay in such a scene, and to cautiously exit the shop, if I was mistaken for an accomplice, it was no joke.

Perhaps it is the fashionable police and bandit movies and martial arts films in the video hall that affect the teenagers and produce an imitation mentality, which makes such a god-like scene appear.

During high school, boys became stronger and stronger, had the confidence to protect themselves, and also had the awakening of self-protection.

This is the reason why the relationship between the boys in the class is very good in high school, and in this social environment, it is not easy to be bullied when you are united.

For a period of time, it was common to see the confrontation between the whole class and the young people in society, and those fierce young people rushed into the school at night, smashed the desks, chairs, doors and windows of the whole class, and by the time the school notified the police station, they had already fled.

There will always be friction between students, and due to the influence of the social environment, the way to solve the friction is often fist-to-fist, and under normal circumstances, the students in the class will also help each other.

The place where the most friction arises is the cafeteria, and when you are waiting in line to eat, you accidentally bump into it in the crowd, or if someone cuts the line, you will fight on the spot if you don't agree with each other.

When I was in my third year of high school, I relied on my own height and strength, and I also did some things to bully junior students, mainly in the cafeteria when I cut the queue to eat, so I had two disputes with junior classmates.

The object of the first dispute, who later served in the same unit with me, was assigned to a battalion, and became a very good comrade-in-arms, and his family lived in Luo City, which was the only way for me to ride home by car.

When the troops were chatting, we talked about this incident, and he said that after that dispute, he wanted to ask someone to stop me at the door of my house and teach me a lesson, but seeing that I was actually an honest person, he gave up this idea.

Of course, I knew what it meant to be "taught" at the time, because I was "taught" solidly after the second argument.

The object of the second dispute, who lives near the county seat, has a total of two people. When the dispute occurred, the two sides glared at each other a few times and said a few cruel words, and then dispersed, and I thought that the matter was over.

After the evening self-study, the two of them took a group of classmates to the dormitory, and I was already asleep at that time, and I was alone in the dormitory, and one of the two jumped up and smashed a flashlight at me through the quilt.

I guess he, like me, had never fought, because when he hit me with a flashlight, he cautiously chose to smash it on the edge of the bed and not on my body, and the other person followed behind, pretending to shout a few times, but did not move.

It reflects the complex feelings of a hairy boy like this when he first "learned badly", not only wanting to get back face by teaching a lesson, but also afraid that things will make a big deal and he will not be able to end it, he wants to defend his self-esteem through fighting, and he is afraid of deviating from the correct trajectory of life.

I didn't hurt and left after smashing it, it was completely a teenager's heart, I was also a teenager, and I was knocked on the door by someone from a junior class, and I thought I was a great shame, and I also found my classmates, rushed to their dormitory, and wanted to fight with them.

So at that time, the classmates had a good relationship, and everyone thought that the class was being bullied, which affected the prestige of the class.

The male classmates in both classes got together, and there was a stalemate in the scene, and in the confrontation, the two sides reached an agreement to "go heads-up" on the beach under the nearby bridge at noon the next day, and on impulse, I promised to "go heads-up" with the two at the same time.

The process of "heads-up" was very dramatic, one of them yelled and rushed towards me, and the other stood far away, as if he felt that one of the two beating me was not a good man, and seemed to be afraid of things and too timid to step forward.

When the Roarer rushed at me, I realized that I was indeed strong, and his movements were so clumsy that I even avoided it on one side, and when I dodged, I also sent a fist, which scared me half to death, because the Roarer fell to the ground without a sound.

This was the first and only time I had a fight with someone in the real sense, and when I saw that the yeller was not moving, I was so frightened that I didn't know how to deal with it, so I immediately ran to him and helped him up in horror.

Luckily, things weren't as I feared, and the yeller was only momentarily dizzy, but the moment I picked him up, he came back to his senses, and not only was he sober, but he also punched me in the face.

I didn't imagine the two of them being beaten, because the other was really cowardly, and after the yeller punched me, he and his classmates were helped away.

Although I was punched, but seeing that he didn't have anything to do, my pounding heart was put down, and I didn't fight back, the "heads-up" was over, and the two sides put down a few cruel words again, and then in the mockery of the onlookers, they all returned to school.

The two people who fought were both blue and swollen the next day, and the matter was known to the teacher, and the school attached great importance to this matter, and the school security department called his father to the school, and the father assured and expressed his position in front of the school leaders, and then calmed down the matter.

Just when he was about to enter the society, he was severely scolded by his father, a farce of youth, not the excitement after the victory, but a lot of loss, I thought it was over, but who knew that later there were young people in the society involved.

A month later, the school organized senior high school students to go to the county for the college entrance examination physical examination, and they found a group of "gangsters" in the society to help them get angry and get back face.

These "gangsters" are very experienced, they chose to appear when we were scattered for the physical examination, surrounded me, at that time there was only a good classmate around me, as well as the head teacher and a few girls, the classmate stood by my side without fear, and the head teacher stepped forward to stop me.

Our homeroom teacher is relatively short, after a high class, has been taking our class, the usual study life is full of concern for us, at this time like a calf in front of me, not a step back, righteous words and strict reprimand look is still very clear.

The classmate who stood with me was much thinner than me, and in the face of a menacing group of "gangsters", I asked him to leave, but he refused, even if he was beaten by them, he would be beaten together.

Many of these "gangsters" have just left school and entered society, scolding and pushing, ignoring the obstruction of the head teacher, and I don't know where the impulse and ruthlessness came from, and they attacked me and my classmates.

Although the head teacher was particularly indignant, there was nothing he could do in the face of these crazy young people, and he scolded and blocked at the same time.

Coincidentally, one of the "gangsters" turned out to be my junior high school classmates, belonging to the forestry system, and was admitted to the forestry vocational high school.

Maybe he hadn't forgotten the friendship of his classmates, or maybe some of them felt that the head teacher was trying hard to maintain it, so this junior high school classmate came to me and persuaded me to buy a pack of cigarettes at a nearby shop, and he would solve the matter.

Under the concerned gaze of the head teacher, I followed him to the small shop next to me, bought a pack of cigarettes, and then calmed down the matter. From beginning to end, the classmate next to me was by my side.

The warmth was short-lived, because my academic performance was not good, thinking about being a soldier and worrying about my eyesight, I basically didn't review seriously in the second semester of my third year of high school, and there was no hope for the exam, he just did his duty as a class teacher.

When we graduate, this warmth will soon dissipate in us, and then it will condense in another group of his students, who will still ignore the danger and will still guard the chicks like a hen.

The greatness of the teachers may lie here, they faithfully perform the sacred duty of "helping the horse to give a ride", but I don't know how many people have lived up to their high expectations, and have not ridden the "horse" they expected, and have not whipped up the bright future as they imagined.

There was still strength and uncompromise in the eyes of the head teacher, I clearly remember that when I went to the small shop next to him, he still wanted to stop it, but I insisted on it, saying that it was my junior high school classmate, and it would be fine, so he let us leave.

Submission is inevitable, because the "gangsters" are not easy to mess with, they are facing entering this society, and they are still afraid of ignorance, who knows if there will be an intersection in the future, who knows if they will be worried about it, and they are even more afraid that their families and kind-hearted class teachers will be involved.

Many years later, when I think about it, I still laugh at my classmate for being stupid, standing beside me even though he knew that he was going to be beaten, but who knew that he didn't remember it.

This left me quite speechless, during high school, we had three classmates who had the best relationship, and maybe two of the three years we had been together, and he was one of them, and the other one would have been beaten with me if he had been there.

After being beaten, we all chose to remain silent, because we really didn't know what to do after hurting others, what to do if we were injured, and we were even more afraid of deviating from the normal track of life, and there was a deep fear of the unknown in the mixed society.