I looked down at his arm that had rolled up his sleeves to reveal half of his forearm, which was black and thick, even if it was half of his forearm, it was more than two of my upper arm! But I didn't know about fear at all, because my emotions were already controlled by anger, and anger and fear are two sides of the same coin, and they are inversely proportional to each other, one is stronger, and the other is necessarily weak. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhen anger is extreme, you don't feel fear.

I struggled as hard as I could, shouting, "What are you doing, let me go!" ”

I wanted to shake off one of his arms that was firmly holding me, and at the same time, my hands sent out all my strength to break his hand that was holding my neck by the collar, and after a while, I found that the difference in strength was too great, I used two hands, tried my best, and I couldn't break one of his hands!

At this moment, I finally understood why my parents were so worried because of my weak health, and why my father was so angry that night.

As the saying goes, when books are used, there is less hatred, and people don't understand how important it is to have a strong arm until they fight!

He yelled at me viciously, "Are you still awesome?!" ”

I really can't compete with him, but with my little temper, I will definitely not give in!

I gasped, my body trembling with rage, my eyes wide open, and I stared at him with the same viciousness!

I shouted at him, "You let go of me!" ”

We are in such a stalemate, he refuses to let go, and I refuse to give in!

He continued: "Apologize to me, say I was wrong, and then let's go to the teacher together, and say that you borrowed my pen, and I asked for it, and then you suddenly turned around and yelled at me!" ”

His uncle, he is trying to coerce me to help him commit perjury! Why?

I will never eat this set, I can't break him with all my strength, and for the rest, I can only fight the anger of my whole body!

I roared almost frantically: "You are numb to let me go!! Yes!!! At the same time, my body writhed wildly, and at that time, my brain was already unclear because of anger, but I felt the blood all over my body surging towards the top of my head and boiling in the forehead!

If this is in the world of anime, such as "Saint Seiya", my last small universe explosion will definitely have the power to turn defeat into victory! But, very helpless, I am in reality.

Reality has its supernatural side, but it also has its material side. It is not because of the existence of ghosts in the underworld that Newton's laws do not exist.

No matter how angry I am, no matter whether I have lost my mind or not, the disparity in power dooms me to be a powerless streetfighter.

The disparity in strength between me and him is indeed huge, but because he is usually domineering, and the people he meets are obedient people who are willing to succumb to power, he did not expect to encounter such a fierce counterattack! In the frantic writhing of my loss of mind, his attention was distracted, and I took advantage of this vacancy, lowered my head, opened my mouth, and looked at his hand, "caliper" is a mouthful!

He let out a wail of pain and finally let go of his hand, but my action infuriated him completely! He yelled at me, "I'm you!" "Reached out and slapped me with a big ear post! Beat me around and lay down on the ground!

His uncle, I've been really unlucky lately, I just got a big ear post from my dad a few weeks ago, and now I'm getting a big ear post from him!

However, to be honest, my father's ear post, although it fanned me, but its strength was mixed with love after all, and this miscellaneous piece in front of me was purely a post that wanted to kill me!

I lay on the ground, my head buzzing, but I still didn't feel scared, that's the truth.

Anger has taken over my entire soul, I can't hear anything around me, and the only thought in my head is: fight back!

I stood up and yelled as I swung my disorganized fist and prepared to launch a counterattack, but, again, this is a physical world. In terms of my skinny physique, all the attacks were like moths to a fire.

Anger without a basis of power will only bring disaster to itself.

I didn't even get close to him, and he flew up and kicked me in the stomach. I suddenly felt a pain in my lower stomach, and my body staggered backwards, and I fell straight to the ground!

After kicking me down, he walked over to my desk, grabbed my pencil case, waved his hand and threw it at the blackboard at the back of the classroom, and with a bang, pencils, automatic pens, ballpoint pens, and pens were scattered all over the floor.

I don't remember how the second half of the morning went. The only thing I remember is that none of the students who were watching around said that Feng Zhigang was not, but unanimously pointed the finger at me, saying that I was stupid, that I was not tactful enough, and that I deserved it.

This scene is similar to the fact that people have been deceived now, and public opinion does not condemn the liars, but instead attacks the deceived for their low IQ!

It can be said that this incident had a great impact on me, and directly buried a layer of haze in my immature mind.

Some might say, haze? As for it? Isn't it just a child fighting? I'm probably too glassy.

Yes, I admit that there are vulnerable parts of my introverted personality, but I'm also a person who doesn't have a bright brain but sometimes thinks a lot. The more I thought about this later, the more strange it became, it was obviously him who was wrong, why was it me who was unlucky?

Is it because of power?

At noon that day, I returned home dejected, sitting at my desk and looking up at the Buddha hanging on the wall.

During this period of time, under the influence of my father's thinking, I even thought that the beating I was made, could it be the three grandsons hanging on the wall, because they knew that I was going to find someone to drive them away, and deliberately arranged this matter to fix me?

My mom asked me to eat, but I didn't answer. I'm not in the mood at all, and I'm full of gas.

Later, after my parents asked, I told me about the incident that happened in the morning.

When my mother heard this, she immediately became angry, and immediately shouted that she would take me to school in the afternoon and find the homeroom teacher to clarify this matter.

"Lao Li! What to do? Our son has been bullied so much, you can go with me in the afternoon and find their school teacher! How does this teacher manage the children! "My mom shook my dad hard, but my dad didn't speak, just pondered.

Well, my son was bullied, and instead of becoming a martial artist, he became a thinker.

Here I would like to say that my parents are indeed the best parents in the world, and they are also the most responsible people. They are the kind of people who would rather settle things and make bigger things happen when they encounter problems. They are the typical Chinese people who abide by and respect the noble and forbearant people.