This battle was earth-shattering.
Song Lang considered himself a skilled fighter, but this time he met his match.
The two rolled around in each other's arms, exchanging punches and kicks, neither managing to gain the upper hand.
When Meng Fanxing saw his brother being beaten, he became furious and rushed forward to fight back, but was kicked away by the competitive Song Lang.
"Get out of the way, this is a duel between him and me!" After saying that, Song Lang was punched in the face. He cursed and kicked out, and the fight became more and more intense.
Unable to get involved and anxious, Meng Fanxing pushed through the crowd and grabbed Shen Zhifei, who was still sitting upright behind his desk.
"Hey my good buddy, how can you still be reading? What time is it!"
"Let go." Shen Zhifei's voice was not loud, and he glanced at him coldly.
Meng Fanxing awkwardly let go, but she was still dissatisfied and muttered under her breath, "Song Lang did this all for you! He's about to be beaten to a pulp, and you're not worried at all? You ingrate."
Shen Zhifei looked toward the center of the farce.
The boy, whom they had only known for less than two days, was beaten black and blue, his hair a mess, but he still grumbled and cursed as he defended his dignity.
All of this has nothing to do with this person.
"Hey! Song Lang treats you like his own brother and protects you. What are you standing there for? Think of something!" Not allowed to get involved in the fight and unable to think of any other ideas, Meng Fanxing could only glare at him anxiously and yell at him.
Shen Zhifei withdrew his gaze, took a step, and walked out of the classroom without saying a word.
Meng Fanxing really wanted to roll up her sleeves and beat him up; Song Lang really didn't deserve someone like that.
The person stopped abruptly at the door, turned back and glanced at you indifferently, "Come out with me."
Meng Fanxing was confused, but when he followed him out, he saw Shen Zhifei stretch out his hand to him, saying, "Give me the stick."
"What are you doing?" Meng Fanxing asked.
Shen Zhifei didn't answer, but simply snatched the stool leg from his hand, then turned around and threw it into the trash can.
Meng Fanxing was about to explode with anger when he heard Shen Zhifei say, "Go and call the head of the teaching department, and tell him that there is a fight here."
"Am I sick?" Meng Fanxing immediately refused. "If we call Donald Duck over, we'll all have to have our parents write self-criticisms!"
The head of the teaching department was surnamed Tang. He got this nickname because he walked with a swagger, a bit like a duck.
Shen Zhifei glanced at the watch on Meng Fanxing's wrist and said, "The Dean of Students must appear at the door in five minutes. Start the timer now."
This was the longest sentence Meng Fanxing had ever heard him say, but she couldn't quite understand its meaning.
Shen Zhifei turned and walked into the classroom, closing the door in front of him.
Meng Fanxing hesitated for a few seconds, but gritted her teeth and ran towards the faculty and staff building. She would write a self-criticism if necessary; she couldn't let her good brother be beaten into a cripple!
The fight continued fiercely in the classroom, with students crowding around in layers, turning the place into a gladiatorial arena.
Shen Zhifei stood outside the crowd and calmly said, "Make way." The people blocking his way turned around, saw it was him, and quickly made way for him.
He casually dragged a chair over and walked towards the two men locked in combat.
The chair legs scraped against the floor tiles, making a screeching sound.
Song Lang glanced at him briefly, a smile playing on his still-bleeding lips. "Brother, step aside. I'll teach this brat a lesson for you. Don't let him touch you!"
He can still laugh even after being beaten like that.
Shen Zhifei suddenly remembered the fierce yet aggrieved look on his face when he saw the popsicle in the trash can the night before last, and his hands clenched tighter.
"Who are you calling a little brat! You piece of trash!" The troublemaker kicked the man over, straddled Song Lang, and punched him in the head.
Song Lang instinctively closed his eyes.
There was a loud "bang," but instead of the expected pain, a gasp of surprise erupted in the classroom.
He opened his eyes a crack and was shocked to see Shen Zhifei picking up a chair and smashing it against the troublemaker.
The child pursed his lips, his fair face expressionless, but when he started hitting people, he seemed to be going crazy, not holding back at all.
It was hitting something useless, one hit after another.
The little troublemaker took two hard hits, feeling excruciating pain and furious.
He simply abandoned Song Lang and went to snatch the chair from Shen Zhifei's hands.
Shen Zhifei was not as strong as him, and his weapon was quickly taken away.
The little troublemaker retaliated, each blow harder than the last, the loud thuds hitting her backs frightening the timid girls in the classroom to tears.
Seeing his younger brother being beaten, Song Lang sprang up like a monkey and tackled the little troublemaker to the side. Shen Zhifei silently got up from the ground, touched the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and found a patch of blood.
His hands trembled slightly as the car accident a few months earlier, in which he lost his parents, flashed before his eyes; the blood was just as red.
"I'll teach you to hit my brother! I'll teach you to hit my brother!" Song Lang used all his strength to press the boy to the ground, banging his head down hard until the little prickly boy saw stars and his nose stung.
Shen Zhifei looked up at the wall clock, walked back to his seat, took out his schoolbag, and returned to the battlefield.
He slammed his backpack down on Song Lang's shoulder. The force wasn't great, but Song Lang's Iron Head Kung Fu wasn't quite up to par yet, and he had already knocked himself unconscious. With that slam, Song Lang's body tilted and fell to the side.
Shen Zhifei got rid of the troublesome person, then raised his schoolbag high and smashed it hard against the little troublemaker.
The troublemaker kicked his knee hard, and Shen Zhifei, in pain, lost his balance and fell backward to the ground.