While I was in a daze, the upper bunk jumped off and walked out with my other two socks. Although the dormitory was dark, I still recognized Ma Jie at a glance and grabbed his back collar: "Damn, who told you to transfer it?"

"No one let me go. I just saw you all turn, so I turned too." Ma Jie broke free and walked out, as if he was a little unhappy. I was stunned for a while before I was sure that the kid was here, and it was my upper bunk just like before! I shook my head and smiled bitterly. The little wife was so interesting, I didn't expect him to be so loyal.

But he was unhappy just now, probably because I didn't call him when I transferred to school. Somehow, I felt quite moved. I wouldn't care too much about his ideas when I put it in No. 1 Middle School, but it was different again, so I left the dormitory and prepared to go to the water room to say a few words to him. It was quite late, and there was no one in the corridor. As soon as I entered the water room, I saw Ma Jie washing his socks while his shoulders were still shrugging.

I started to curse: "You cry, what's there to cry?"

When Ma Jie turned around, I was shocked. The boy had a bruised nose and swollen face, and one of his eyes was still a black eye. I rushed over and asked, "Who hit you?" I didn't notice it just now in the dormitory. It turned out that this is the real reason for his unhappiness!

When Ma Jie saw me, tears flowed even harder: "Brother Fei, I'm embarrassed to say it, I'm really useless..."

While comforting him, I asked him about the incident. It turned out that he was indeed transferred to No. 7 Middle School for me, and he was not unhappy because I didn't ask him to transfer to school together. He said he was self-aware and knew that he could not compare with Huang Jie, Zheng Wu and others. He also said that he was very happy and felt that he could finally meet me again. He also tried his best to find out my dormitory, begged my grandfather and grandma to my upper bunk, invited him to have a meal, bought him two boxes of cigarettes, and finally changed to the position of my upper bunk.

He thought of giving me a surprise when I came back from evening study, so he walked around the dormitory excitedly. The lights went out and didn't go back to sleep. It might have affected the rest of the people, so he was scolded by someone in the same bed. Ma Jie was my right-hand man in No. 1 Middle School, and his status was quite transcendent. He even took a few younger brothers. How could he bear such anger? He started scolding the man on the spot.

Then, he was beaten up by three or four people.

Speaking of this, Ma Jie was already crying: "Brother Fei, they are not very good at fighting. It's because I'm too useless. I can't even beat them for so long! I feel very ashamed and embarrassed to tell you. I'm going to go back to sleep quietly after washing your socks..."

After hearing this, of course I was furious. I dragged a mop from the toilet next to me and kicked it into two pieces. I took the piece above and handed the piece below to Ma Jie: "Go!"

"Wait until my socks are washed..."

"Wash your sister's socks and follow me!"

I took Ma Jie and came to the door of the dormitory with great pride, kicked the door open, and the lights in the corridor shone in.

"Tell me, who are there?" I pointed to the six remaining beds in the dormitory, and they all poked their heads out and looked at them.

I didn't ask anyone to help. If I couldn't even cure a dormitory, how could I have the nerve to say that I used to be the boss of Dongcheng No. 1 Middle School! This is different from the situation in the morning. At that time, I was determined to give Zheng Wu a chance to perform, and now Ma Jie was bullied. As his direct elder brother, of course I have to help him with revenge in person!

Ma Jie had my support, so he was very brave, and pointed to it and said, "This, this, this, and that!"

I immediately rushed into the dormitory and dragged a student closest to me out of bed. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, screaming, and trying to pull my collar. I directly swung his head on his head, and blood suddenly popped out of his forehead. He was so scared that he didn't even dare to move. I grabbed his hair, held his head and patted him hard on the door panel a few times, then threw him to the side, and dragged another student, fucking him as usual. Ma Jie was also helping, hitting and kicking him.

Maybe my aura is too fierce and too strong. While I hit someone, the others dare not even move.

After I hit the second person, I went to drag the third person. When I arrived at the third person, the other party didn't dare to resist at all. He said in a pleading tone: "I don't dare, please spare me." I had no intention of being soft-hearted, but Ma Jie added another sentence next to it: "It was him who smashed my panda's eye!" I became even more angry and fucked him in his eyes. With his scream, I fucked him in the other eye, and then pushed him against the wall and hit his knee in the stomach.

Soon, the third person fell to the ground like a pool of mud. At the same time, many students had gathered outside the dormitory, and they all came out to watch the fun with their backs bare back in the middle of the night. Monkey, Huang Jie and Zheng Wu were also in the crowd, watching the fun with laughter. Maomao was not there, and his house was on West Street, so he didn't live in the dormitory.

After beating the third person, my anger was reduced a little. I stood at the door and pointed at the fourth person: "Why don't you get out for me?"

At this moment, I believe that I am like a majestic god of war, and I believe that I will become a little famous after tonight.

Sure enough, I was the first one to cause trouble.

The fourth man walked out tremblingly, and I kicked him out two or three meters away.

"Come out!" I continued to shout.

He got up, and as soon as he walked to the door, I kicked him out two or three meters away. After this, he kicked him for at least seven or eight times, he finally couldn't get up and lay on the ground begging pitifully: "I dare not!"

"Get back to me!"

With my roar, they immediately got up and ran into the dormitory, standing in a row in front of the windowsill.

I pointed at Ma Jie and said, "This is my brother. If you dare to touch him again in the future, I will take your life!"

Then I shouted to the outside, "Look at your mother's pussy, I'll get back to sleep!"

The monkey and the others set off for me in the crowd: "Boss, let's go back to sleep now!" Then the people in the corridor dispersed.

I closed the dormitory door hard, and the four people in the dormitory shivered for a moment, and the surrounding environment completely darkened. Of course, this is not the end. My anger has not yet subsided. Ma Jie followed me to No. 7 Middle School. How could I let him suffer a loss?

I lived in the cell for a week and learned a lot of tricks. I sat on the bed, asked them to stance in an upgraded horse stance, first memorized the rules of middle school students, slapped one by one in the face, and then asked them to report the name of the West Street station, and slapped one by one in the face; I also told them bluntly that this was the trick I learned in the cell, and if we were not convinced, we could practice it slowly.

I just want to make a fuss, the bigger the fuss, the better, making them afraid of me and fear me. This circle has become famous for its evil!

It was not until after 2 o'clock in the evening that I mercifully asked them to go to bed. I also said, "Everyone works hard in the future, and I will treat you as brothers!" Then they said a good thing, and they were grateful and patted their chests to express their loyalty. This is the onset of Stockholm syndrome, which is scientifically based: if you treat him, he will remember it in his heart and be moved. When they sleep, they dare not have any voice. The head of the zombie cures snoring disease.

The next morning, I slept for a while and didn't go to morning self-study. When they came back, they had brought me a lot of food, including soy milk, fried dough sticks, and buns. I sat up and ate it directly. I felt very comfortable when I heard them screaming at each bite of Fei Ge.

When I was eating, I continued to give them ** medicine and said that I was transferred from No. 1 Middle School. My brother is the boss at No. 1 Middle School. As long as you respect me, I will definitely cover you. They nodded repeatedly, and Brother Fei called more frequently. Along the way, Binzi told me to go to a new school to hold on, but I didn’t hold on at No. 1 Middle School and slowly rose up with the monkey. When I arrived at No. 7 Middle School, I pricked very quickly because in the six months of No. 1 Middle School, my fighting strength increased rapidly and became more cruel and poisonous. I knew how to make people scared.

When I was eating, I chatted with them and realized that they were all art students from other places, not even a sports student. As expected, they were all cowards and wanted to bully Ma Jie. Later I learned that in the school of No. 7 Middle School, the number of art students from other places is the largest, but also the weakest. It is so cowardly that it is so timid.

In the morning class, Shangguan Ting and I didn't say a word. There was obviously a 38th parallel between us, so she had to move there deliberately, as if she wanted to pay attention to me, thousands of miles away. I thought to myself, why don't you sit on the ground and pretend to be like this?

After the second class, I didn't do radio exercises, but went to the class teacher and said I wanted to apply for an art art major. The teacher charged me 300 yuan and sent me a bunch of things for painting, drawing boards, pencils, erasers, knives, and some colored pens. I didn't understand these, anyway, I didn't think it was worth 300 yuan. I took the things back to the classroom and thought that my buddy might be the boss of No. 7 Middle School, and maybe I could also be an artist. The first step was to keep my hair first. The artists on TV all had long hair.

At No. 7 Middle School, the two afternoon class is the time for art learning, so the class continued in the morning. Except for Shangguan Ting next to me, the rest was safe and sound. After the two afternoon class, I carried the painting board to the art room. The art room was a particularly large classroom with a seat of four or five hundred people. These people were divided into more than a dozen small piles, and different teachers gave different courses. I found the beginner class, said hello to the teacher, and sat down to support my painting board.

At this moment, I really feel like an artist.

However, I soon discovered that this teacher was not like a lecturer. After tens of minutes, I didn’t talk much about painting knowledge and talked to us. When it was time to rest, he was faster than us. I was lowering my head to pack up the drawing board, and a student came over to pat me.

"Local or foreign?"
Chapter completed!