From the spine connected to the brain to every capillary, violent personality constantly fills cells, forming a brand new cellular memory.

One after another, neurons were activated one after another, and after a moment, goose bumps began to surge in the skin around the body due to the increase of adrenaline. Especially in the spine, the crackling sound from the Tianling cap to the tailbone was full of chill.

The blood tumbling, stirring back and forth, like waves rinsing blood vessels.

The positive and negative ions in the cell nucleus rotate rapidly, and the proteins, ribonucleic acids, biological enzymes, electrolytes and water that make up the cells are redecomposed and combined with the positive and negative ions.

The nerve endings of the cell core violently oscillated violently, gradually resonating all over the body, and Song Baojun couldn't help but tremble.

"Hehe, Brother Heng, look, this little red man is trembling!" The dog-headed military advisor laughed: "He is scared, haha, he is scared! Do you know the power of the Iron Group?"

Su Linheng curled his lips and said, "Coward! If you really have to be tough, I still admire you for being so much. It's too late to say anything now."

The dog-headed military advisor took the stance of the football goalkeeper and kicked Song Baojun's belly hard, with a bang, and the sound was amazing. If this kick was usually done, it would temporarily lose consciousness. But now Song Baojun is still moving, and his eyes are tightly closed.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be dead, don't think I won't hit you like this!"

Another member said with some concern: "You kicked so hard, do you think it doesn't matter? Don't kick someone out! If you get something wrong, it's hard to say!"

Su Linheng didn't want to make things worse. He heard this and was nervous and calmed down and said, "Go and take a look."

The Dog-headed Military Advisor bent down to explore Song Baojun's breath, feeling the heat in his fingers, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said, "Brother Heng, he is fine, maybe it hurts a little. I think this kick is enough for him to forget for the rest of his life."

Song Baojun's eyes suddenly opened, and a charming light burst out from his pupils.

The dog-headed military advisor was startled and almost fell down, shouting, "It's true that he is pretending to be dead, let's continue to slap him!" and he was about to raise his foot and stamp on him.

Song Baojun used his hand to put his dog-headed military advisor's leather boots pressed against his elbow and could not make any progress.

"Hey, little red man..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Baojun reached out to grab the iron chain that locked the bicycle tire and waved it hard.

The four-meter-long iron chains weighing forty or fifty kilograms were swung up in the air, and the iron rings that were pinching each other violently hit each other, making a dull sound boom called "Sora" in the air, which made everyone's eardrums buzz.

The end of the chain seemed to shatter the thunder in the sky, and he turned back with great violence and hit the left rib of the dog-headed military advisor.

The guy flew seven or eight meters away like a kite with broken strings, his mouth squirting blood, and the blood splashed in the air, leaving beautiful and dazzling traces. Then he fell to the ground, his hands and feet twitched constantly, and the red blood on his lips and white foam mixed into a ball.

Seeing this scene, everyone fell into a state of stagnation.

The chain is as thick as an egg, dark and thick as a long string, which is very heavy, and even if you lift your hands up, it is very difficult, let alone grab it in your hands and wave it.

Song Baojun stood up gently, and the cold moonlight shone on his face from the sky. He saw a clear outline, half of which was hidden in the darkness, full of the melancholy poet's compassion for the world. A wound on his left face was covered with mud, grass scraps and footprints, and there were traces of yellow gallbladder bitter water left on his clothes. It was so embarrassing. But an iron chain on his right hand had just swung a thunderous blow, which made the dog-headed military advisor look like a dog. The contrast was so strong that it was unthinkable.

"****!" Su Linheng could only use a catchphrase to describe his current mood.

Another "Sora" sound exploded. Song Baojun waved the iron chain again, whistling the sharp wind, and whistling at the recent member of the Iron Group.

The member felt the whirlwind blowing his forehead and bangs. He could imagine how fast it was, and a scent of rust came from his nose. He had no time to dodge in a hurry, so he hurriedly raised his palm to meet.

"Click!"

The forearm of his left hand broke on the spot, and the high-quality leather sleeves shattered like paper. The violent impact force flew up in the opposite direction, knocking over two other classmates. The three of them collapsed like dominoes at the same time, rolling on the grass like gourds, rolling five or six meters away.

Su Linheng's heart beat sharply almost popped out of his chest!

Four people were damaged in just two attempts!

Song Baojun used too much force, which caused his right arm to dislocate and his forehead to sweat coldly. He hurriedly changed his left hand to grab the iron chain, and his right hand was soft and soft.

The remaining four people saw his weakness, but no one dared to step forward, just stood there in a daze, and even forgot to escape. The two previous moves shattered everyone's courage.

"Who else?" Song Baojun glanced at everyone lightly.

A member named Gao Jihui was at a loss and replied in a stuttering manner: "No, no..."

"You guys are useless! I think that if you have many people and powerful people, you can bully others. You don't have even a single bit of dignity earned by yourself! Relying on your family's power background and doing things randomly, even if you get into this university, you will only rely on your family's relationship!"

Song Baojun suddenly shouted: "You are just a group of waste who bully the weak and fear the strong! Su Linheng, if you were not born in the Su family, you would only slap your face like me! You can't do anything! You can only spend money to show off your own goodness! A piece of shit is more useful than you! Eight people attack me? Come on, who is not afraid of death, come and try it?"

Su Linheng had a pale face and dared not say anything.

Song Baojun said again: "I see that you are trying hard to perform mechanical dance, which is a bit motivated. I didn't expect that you are so innate. But others can't afford to lose! What are you? You are not allowed to speak in the future, otherwise I will beat you once when I see you!"

After cursing happily, he took a breath, turned around and held up his bicycle to leave.

The boy named Gao Jihui quickly stepped forward a few steps, picked up Song Baojun's forgotten mobile phone, and said with a little flattering expression in panic: "Song, classmate, you, your mobile phone..."

"Haha." Song Baojun sneered, looked at the boy, reached out and took it and put it in his pocket, then wrapped the iron chain around the front of the car, and swayed away with the car with one hand.

Su Linheng and others were stunned for a while, and then they remembered that the dog-headed military advisor was still twitching, so they hurriedly called the ambulance.

When we arrived at the hospital, we knew how serious the dog-headed military advisor was. All six ribs on the left rib were broken, three of which were comminuted fractures and the left lung lobe ruptured. The doctor sent to the emergency room and immediately issued a critical illness notice.

Another classmate had a fracture in his left hand and a slight concussion. The other two had different abrasions.

Such a big thing cannot be controlled by Su Linheng? He didn't dare to call the police, so he hurriedly asked for help from home, saying that a few classmates were playing together, and at the same time fell down from the second floor. The dog-headed military advisor was cushioned underneath, and a stone was pressed on the left rib.

After a few people colluded, the lies were made up perfectly. The school never wanted to make a big deal, and agreed with their statements and did not investigate them.

Su Linheng's uncle Su Chengru rushed to the hospital to scold the bad guy. Finally, he expressed his willingness to bear the medical expenses to the family of several injured men of the Dog Head Military Advisor. In addition, the insurance company's claims finally calmed down the family's emotions. It was not until the next day that the Dog Head Military Advisor woke up from a coma after the dangerous period that this matter barely broke the page.

...

Song Baojun forced himself back to the dormitory that night, his whole body was exhausted and unable to move, and he lay on the bed and fell asleep softly. He heard someone calling his name in a daze but couldn't pay attention. Song Baojun had nightmares this night and felt very uncomfortable.

I woke up in the morning but completely forgot about the content of the nightmare, but found that my shoulders were swollen. It turned out that the dislocated joints last night had not had time to take them back.

"Brother Jun, are you okay? Why did you leave without saying a word after playing the piano last night? Almost everyone is looking for you." Several other classmates in the dormitory had already gotten up, and Tan Qingkai was trying on clothes in front of the dressing mirror. Lin Mengxian bought him an orange striped po-shirt, which was very literary.

Song Baojun slowly stood up and smiled bitterly, "It's nothing, it's just that his arm is about to break."

"Hey! Brother Jun, are you okay? How could it be like this?"

Song Baojun did not forget to brag in pain: "In order to interpret the last soul music in Mozart's life, I used all my strength to play, resulting in dislocating the shoulder joints, and finally lived up to the expectations of the audience."

"You can even play the piano and your joints are dislocated. Brother Jun's courage to devote himself to art is beyond our reach. But what's the pain on your face?" Tan Qingkai flattered as usual.

"I said I used all my strength to walk hard, and I was touched for a while." Song Baojun cursed: "Why are you standing there? Why don't you support me quickly."

Then Tan Qingkai and Guo Jun sent Brother Jun to the infirmary. After taking the joints, he used some medicine and put a Band-Aid on his face. It was basically nothing serious. The doctor saw that he was weak and gave him a bottle of drip.

There were still several students in the infirmary who had a cold, so they took the medicine and left.

"Akai, you two will go back to the classroom to attend class first."

"Brother Jun forgot? There is no need to attend classes today."

"Then you guys do whatever you should do, don't bother me anymore."

Only Song Baojun was left alone watching the potion fall drop by drop.

When I opened my phone, I saw that more than 100 missed calls were received, and I was startled. The crazy woman Liu Xiyue alone called more than 30 times, Tu Fen called more than 10 times, and two times were Ye Jingchun. There were also many Otaku Brotherhood personnel such as Tan Qingkai and other strangers.

I called my head teacher Yang Kaiming to ask for leave, but Yang Kaiming scolded him on the phone: "Song Baojun, what's your name? Where did you go after playing the piano last night? Vice President Wei and the dean of the Conservatory of Music all care about me wanting people, but I just can't find you!"

"Teacher Yang, you know that art performance is very emotional..."

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