In fact, it's just ordering a song, but it's not a song that is playing, but an audio recorded by Xiaocheng himself.

Along the way, he kicked and beat his hair, and when he kicked and fell to the ground, Qiu Hui saw clearly that it was Wen Xiaocheng who was supposed to speak in the radio room who beat him.

"Boss Qiu, do you want to take it?"

Qiu Hui squinted one eye, didn't answer at all, and pounced directly, Xiao Cheng turned slightly to the side, stretched out a foot underneath, and Qiu Hui, who had just gotten up, lay down again.

All the way from the teaching building to the back mountain, there were dozens of people to see at least, not to mention that the radio covering the whole school clearly said that they wanted to fight alone in the back mountain of the school? Some people had already run to report to the group of minions under Qiu Hui, and more students who had eaten lunch and had not even eaten before all gathered around, watching from a distance, Qiu Hui, who was invincible at the beginning, was beaten like a dog by Wen Xiaocheng.

Chen Guo, who heard the news, looked confused:

What? Wen Xiaocheng is in the back mountain? Who is talking in that room?

When did Brother Hui go in the back mountain?

There was also an eyeless little minion who was puzzled, and asked Chen Guodao: "Brother Guo, could it be that Brother Hui doesn't want us to interfere and wants to fight with Wen Xiaocheng?" After all, Brother Hui is a man who values his reputation more than his life!"

The messenger said: "It doesn't seem to be a single fight, it's been beaten......"

"Fight, you come and go, sometimes you have the upper hand, sometimes you are passive, don't worry, Brother Hui won't fall so easily!"

"Of course, it won't fall down easily, it's because someone tied it to a pillar and beat it......"

"I'm grass!"

......

The sky was still clear just now, and at some point a cloud drifted in, and the cloud was more pressing than over, shrouding the whole world in a shadow. Before the heat could dissipate, a damp wind blew in. Chen Guo looked up at the sky, very depressed.

The back hill is not actually a mountain, at first it was just a place outside the backyard wall of the school where the remnants piled up more and more, even exceeding the five-story school building. Many years ago, there was a heavy rainstorm, and the remnants of the soil washed down and over the courtyard wall, as if a hill had stepped into the campus. After a spring and autumn, the mountain was full of wild flowers and weeds, and a path was trampled out by naughty children, and even a few saplings grew. It's a good place for students to play. Over time, it was not the remnants of the hill outside the campus that stretched out one foot into the campus, but the hill in the school leaned out half of its body. I don't know whose idea it was to build a small pavilion on the top of the mountain, but this seems to make the blood relationship between the back mountain and the second middle school closer.

However, strictly speaking, the back mountain is no longer within the campus limits, and the security guards are too lazy to take care of it when they leave the school. Sometimes it's just so ridiculous that it's strictly forbidden to fight at school, but if you leave school, it's not the school's responsibility, and there's a lot less restriction on it. Therefore, this small barren mountain, which is not very high, has become an excellent place to resolve conflicts. At the bottom of the mountain is the campus, and on the mountain is the world of martial arts.

The person who looks at the top of the mountain needs to look up.

Looking up, the black clouds, the lonely mountain, a simple small pavilion, next to the red lacquer pillar with half of the patent leather off, stood a person, if the eyesight was good, it could be seen that it was Qiu Hui, and next to Wen Xiaocheng was sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, with one leg on it, looking down coldly.

Walking up the mountain, watching the lively crowd also made a way, only then did it become clear that Brother Hui was wrapped in transparent tape like a mummy, tied to a pillar, the tape strangled his mouth, his whole face was deformed, he couldn't cry or laugh, only his eyes were rolling in the chatter.

"From today on, the boss of the second middle school is me, who is not convinced, come up!"

The wind rose, and the straw sticks and dust on the mountain poured into people's necks with the wind, Wen Xiaocheng stood up in the pavilion, his hair blowing messily, and a branch more than a foot long in his hand was on the stone bench.

"I'm grass, brothers, go up!" Chen Guo gave an order, and a dozen or so thugs behind him rushed to the top of the mountain together. The slope is not too steep, but it takes more stamina to attack from the bottom up. Xiao Cheng waited for a dozen or so people to rush to the front, he kicked under his feet, brought up a piece of dust, condescending, plus the wind was not small, more than a dozen people ate their mouths, closed their eyes, two or three people who rushed in front had already lay down, rolling down with a grunt, smashing on the people behind, like bowling, poured a piece. A few people got up again, but Xiao Cheng was still standing there, and his posture didn't seem to have changed much.

"Who else?"

Chen Guo and the others got up from the ground and rushed up again, this time they learned to be obedient, many people also picked up some stones and branches as weapons, the stones flew by Xiaocheng like raindrops, more than a dozen seniors in the third year of junior high school rushed up with their teeth and claws, Wen Xiaocheng still grabbed the medicine according to the prescription, raised his feet and kicked the soil, the person in front instinctively closed his eyes, and then his calves and knees hurt, and the person couldn't stand still, and continued to roll and crawl. This time it was a little better than last time, three or five people deceived the front, and the guy in his hand was punched and kicked, but he didn't even touch a single hair of Xiao Cheng, but after three or five seconds of effort, he was kicked down by the condescending Xiao Cheng.

In two rounds, this group of minions were more or less embarrassed, and the ratio of ten to one was that they couldn't rush up because of such a little terrain advantage! Xiao Cheng's hands were also poisonous, and he picked on people's weak places such as numb tendons and ankle bones to fight, and the branches were not thick, so that they would not be broken, but it hurt to knock on the bones, and several of them couldn't stand up.

Looking up at Wen Xiaocheng, whose face was like a killing god, the low mountain, the pavilion, and the lonely shadow. The dark clouds on the horizon are used as the background, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings. There was a click of lightning, and everyone was followed by a spirit.

A wreck who has been bullied for two years, he has never fought him back, and suddenly it was like a different person, first beat Zhang Peiyue in front of the teacher, and then made an appointment with a group of social oilers, which made Qiu Hui disgraced. This is not the end, he dared to take the initiative to provoke Brother Hui in the third grade of junior high school, and today he even declared war on the radio, and now he tied Qiu Hui to the pillar with duct tape - is he crazy?

Everyone has heard that five years ago, his father Wen Xinwu went crazy once, and the result of that time was one death and three injuries!

Now, the guy who carries the genes of a murderer in his body is standing there, incomprehensible. No one cares if Xiao Cheng is crazy or not, but no one wants to be the one who dies.

Xiao Cheng glanced at everyone contemptuously, and slapped a stick on Qiu Hui's stomach with his hand, "Why don't you go up?"

No one moved. It's only been two rounds, and most of the dozen or so people are holding their arms and pressing their legs, and they just fought each other, as if they were making a movie, and although there are many people on their side, they are all tricks. There was a sense of powerlessness in everyone's hearts.

"You guys, can more than half of them be seniors in the third year of junior high school, and now your boss is tied up here, and I'm alone, and none of you dare to go up?"

Still no one dared. They knew in their hearts that they would be beaten when they came up.

"A few of you seem to have bullied me with Qiu Hui, right? What about Zhang Peiyue? Are you here? I'm still the Wen Xiaocheng who anyone can step on, but what's wrong with you? If you are so cowardly, it's better to study hard, make progress every day, and learn what kind of underworld people play! How dark society is, do you know?"

Returning his hand was another stick, which was whipped on Qiu Hui's leg, "I'm here to fight, if you don't go up, then I'll continue to beat him!"

The stick, with the sound of the wind, was whipped on Qiu Hui's body, and the onlookers trembled when they looked at it. Xiao Cheng is really crazy, he will beat Qiu Hui to death.

In fact, Qiu Hui didn't hurt very much.

When the stick went down, the small CD changed the angle slightly, so that the front end of the stick touched the pillar first, consuming most of the kinetic energy, although it looked full of momentum, if the injury was examined, it was actually not even a slight injury.

"A boss was tied to a pillar and beaten, and your little brothers just looked at it, and you said to yourself, what are you doing as a boss?"

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It looks very refreshing, but it needs to be emphasized here that this book is by no means promoting violence, including Xiaocheng's seemingly tyrannical behavior and cleverness in it, raised high and falling gently, which seems scary, but in fact it will not hurt much. Friends must not imitate, the real situation is that you can't fight ten at a time, and the best way to encounter school violence is to tell your parents and ask for help.