If I were to fight with someone in front of the squad leader in normal times, the squad leader would have come to stop me long ago. But today, I wonder if the squad leader was angry that Cockscomb Head dared to molest me, so he was a little slower in coming to stop me.

During this slow time, Cockscomb and I fought for several more rounds.

To be precise, his tongue and my fist fought for several rounds.

Cockscomb Head: "Hey, let go of my hand, little bastard, how dare you hit grandpa."

I didn't answer, and imitated the text "Lu Tiha defeated Guanxi with punches", grabbed Cockcomb Head's chest, and punched him in the nose.

Very good, very good. The blood is really flowing like a soy sauce shop. It is very suitable for boring people to come and buy soy sauce.

Cockscomb covered his nose with his left hand and groaned: "How dare you do this? Damn it, do you know who my boss is?" Although his tone was firm, there was already a cry in his voice.

There are some people in society who talk about "boss", "dad", "mom", and even uncles, aunts, uncles and aunts all day long, but they just don't know who they are.

I aimed at his left eye socket, punched him again, and immediately beat him into a black eye. Although it did not achieve the effect of "the edges of the eye cracked and black beads burst out" in the text, it still made his face look black and blue. The pretty face looks brighter after applying facial cream.

"Ah, I'm blind, I'm blind." Cockscomb covered his swollen left eye and screamed in panic. It made me want to punch him in the temple again. Then I will cosplay Lu Tiha. The merits are complete and the synchronization rate is 400%.

But if you think about it carefully, after Lu Tiha hit Zhen Guanxi on the temple, Zhen Guanxi could only breathe out, not in. He was beaten to death by the third punch. It seems that the cockscomb head is very resistant to blows. As a weak person, if he really dies like Zhen Guanxi, should I also imitate Lu Tiha and go to Mount Wutai to become a monk? The name Lu Zhishen is easy to pronounce, but Ye Zhishen is not so pleasant.

The most important thing is that Lu Zhishen's nickname is "Flower Monk". I don't want to have such a nickname. Lu Zhishen is called "Flower Monk" because he has tattoos and embroidery on his body. If I were also called "Flower Monk", Because I don’t have a tattoo, people will definitely think that there is something wrong with my personal lifestyle.

Some time ago, an "expert" who has appeared on hundreds of forums suggested that the article "Lu Tiha's Boxing to Suppress Guanxi" should be removed from junior high school Chinese textbooks because the core of it is a bloody murder scene, which will disturb children. bring adverse effects.

Don't take it away. Compared with the "Petrel" which is like an "animal world", Lu Tiha's three punches are better and more wonderful. I must let future students read such an enjoyable article. You can see, if I imitate Lu Tiha and beat the cockscomb head to death, wouldn't it become an argument in the mouth of experts, and one day Lu Tiha will say goodbye to junior high school Chinese, and I will not be able to escape the blame.

So I only punched twice, and the third punch was in the air, trying to land. My right hand was stepped on, and I had to protect my face with my left hand, hoping to buffer one thousandth of the force.

The monitor came over to dissuade him at this time.

"Ye Lin, please stop fighting. I... didn't suffer much loss."

What, being touched on the thigh is not considered a loss, monitor, if you are so broad-minded, please touch it for me too.

Wait, it seems that I have already touched the squad leader's thigh. At that time, I mistook the squad leader for Shu Zhe, spanked the squad leader and made her faint. I took the opportunity to wipe a lot of oil and water on the squad leader's thigh, which was wearing black stockings. And it was recorded by Shu Zhe's hidden digital camera. Monitor, if this video is seen by you one day, you must be as broad-minded as you are today and don't care too much about me.

When I started to hit the cockscomb head, the passengers began to whisper. When the monitor spoke to me, they whispered and discussed louder.

"It turns out that the girl took the bus with her boyfriend... This little gangster really doesn't know how to live or die."

"But the girl looks like a good student, why is her boyfriend... so violent, and his appearance..."

The woman with the red envelope who was sitting in the back row smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

The cause of the incident, Comrade Granny, grabbed the squad leader’s arm in fear and said anxiously:

"My eldest daughter, please stop fighting your partner. It would be a sin if someone was killed."

The passengers unanimously agreed that I was the monitor's boyfriend, which made the monitor blush with embarrassment.

"I...he and I are just ordinary classmates."

I don’t know who the monitor was talking to.

Cockscomb opened his red and swollen eyelids and found that he was not blind. He actually continued:

"Who can believe it? I touched my thigh and I wanted to beat me to death. It's not like your boyfriend could be so angry."

He still dared to lift his thigh, so I slapped him with my backhand. His head immediately tilted to one side, causing the purple comb to appear, which gave him a rooster look.

The fearful bus driver didn't know which button he pressed at this time. A soothing melody sounded on the bus announcement, and then a gentle female voice:

"Modility and courtesy are the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. If you have a dispute with other passengers during the ride, please stay calm and resolve it peacefully, so as to ensure the harmony of the entire society..."

Sister Harmony, we are all full of the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, so why are we being snatched from our seats and having our thighs touched while we are in harmony? The reason why society is not harmonious is not because of the existence of Lu Tiha who loves to fight against injustice, but because Guanxi is everywhere, and the Buddha said: Killing evil people is doing good, and if evil people are not eliminated, harmony will be a complete joke.

The squad leader, who definitely had more traditional virtues than me, took a step closer and begged me for the bruised and swollen cockscomb head:

"Let him go. You've stepped on his hand for long enough, and he didn't... touch mine with this hand."

I turned around and asked, "Then I should step on it with another hand."

"No, please don't." The cock-combed head, with blood pouring from his nose and mouth, desperately begged for mercy, "I was wrong. I have to race with my buddies tomorrow. You trampled both of my hands. What should I do? Riding a motorcycle…”

Suddenly I remembered the time when he rode his motorcycle onto the sidewalk and almost hit me. I felt angry and slapped him with my forehand.

I beat the cockscomb head to pieces in reverse, but if I hadn't grabbed the clothes on his chest, he would have fallen directly into the carriage.

"That's enough." The squad leader put her arm around my shoulders from behind. Seeing that I was addicted to beatings and had no intention of stopping, she said seductively: "If you keep hitting me, I will get angry."

This sentence really worked. I smacked my lips, threw my dizzy cockscomb head to the ground, clapped my hands and stood up, but when I left, I deliberately stepped on his left hand again.

The cockscomb made a "cluck" sound from his throat. If the monitor hadn't been next to him, I would have stepped on it a few more times to see if he would continue to crow "cluck cluck". It didn't sound like a rooster, but something like a rooster. The hen is laying eggs.

I just beat the cockscomb for a long time, and neither the passengers nor the "traditional virtues of the Chinese nation" could stop me. At this time, the monitor said, "I'm going to get angry." I stopped immediately. A passenger looked at the monitor and asked with a smile. : "And he said he wasn't his boyfriend."

"Squad leader, you are just soft-hearted." I said, "Even Lei Feng said: Treat the enemy as ruthlessly as the harsh winter. It is better for you to be cruel to them than for them to be cruel to you and your friends when they get a chance to stand up."

It is said that Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes. I went to talk to the squad leader, but I didn't know that the cockscomb head behind me had regained consciousness. He fell sprawled on the ground, but he started to take out the fruit knife in his trouser pocket, and I stepped on it and numbed it. With both hands, he clumsily tried to reveal the blade.

She saw this scene clearly from the direction of the squad leader. She did not look particularly panicked. Instead, she passed me and walked up quickly with an anger that regretted pleading for him. She stepped on the cockscomb with her shiny white shoes. The floor of the carriage between the head and legs stopped gracefully just one step away from crushing the rooster's balls.

"Are you trying to see who is faster?" The squad leader sneered, looking down at the cockscomb head with bloodstains on his face.

I also turned around at this time, and now Cockscomb Head had no chance.

It happened that a passenger was stuck in traffic for too long and couldn't wait to get out of the car. The driver opened the back door. Seizing the opportunity, he jumped up from the ground and stumbled out of the car.

"Just wait." Cockcomb Head screamed in a hoarse voice, "My boss will take revenge on me."

Just thinking about saying harsh words, he was almost hit by a motorcycle playing "The Most Dazzling National Style". He spat on the ground, squeezed into the gap between the traffic jams, and soon disappeared.

"Do you want to sit down?" The squad leader pointed to the seat vacated by Cockscomb Head being kicked off the bus.

"No, there's still your soybean oil under the car seat. I can just stand next to you."

"There is an empty seat over there by the front door..." After the monitor sat down, she reminded me that someone else got off the bus just now. She seemed uncomfortable with me standing next to her.

"It doesn't matter." I said, "Where do you get off at, I will help you carry the soybean oil home."

"I can do this kind of thing myself..." The monitor didn't look at me directly, but looked at the long queue of traffic jams outside through the car window glass, and maybe looked at me a little through the reflection of the glass.

"What is Shu Zhe doing at home?" I asked.

"I was surfing the Internet on my laptop in the bedroom. He said that it was an origami homework left in the labor class. He wanted to find something different from others..."

I have serious doubts. Shu Zhe is not doing customer service for my online store, but I only outsourced the original underwear business to him. Even if he is active in customer service, he will not be able to make any money due to the 72-hour cycle limit. More profits? Could it be that he has opened up some new business?

After waiting for another 5 or 6 minutes, the traffic jam was finally relieved. As the bus restarted, the passengers had expressions on their faces as if they had finally had a bowel movement after three months of constipation.

When we passed Haihe South Road, before I even got off the car, the monitor knew that I was determined to take her home. Her eyes gradually softened as she looked at the scenery outside the window.

After another stop, the monitor bent down to reach for the soybean oil under the car seat, but I got there first and got it into my hands.

The squad leader had no choice but to follow me, avoiding the eyes of other passengers, and got out of the car together quietly.
Chapter completed!