Chapter 918 (1/2)
On a sunny morning, two teenagers appeared on the streets of the community.
One of them was wearing a blue short sleeve T-shirt, with a small wave of brown hair; the other was wearing a black and blue sportswear, with a brown hair slanted.
They, E.J. and Derek, are both 12 years old this year. They are what we call campus bullies.
The two teenagers' daily hobby is to find fault with other students. Whether you are short, ugly, eccentric, fat, or Simply being one or two grades lower than them can be their reason to bully you.
Of course, their behavior has not reached the point where people and gods are angry. It's nothing more than bullying in the level of mischief For example, tripping over you, throwing your snacks on the ground, talking rubbish, or lifting your hat, etc.
On this day, E.J. and derrick wandered aimlessly in the community together in the early morning.
Like most American children living in the 1980s, in the age when the Internet was far from universal, ”go out and find friends to play” was the most popular way of entertainment for them.
”Hey, look, isn't that Horace coming across the street?”
”Yes, the fat man is eating Snickers again.”
”Shall we go up and straighten him out?”
”It suits me.”
They fell in love with each other and immediately stepped forward to stop Horace.
”Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to our show.” e. J stands in front of Horace, raises his right hand, pretends to be holding a microphone, and says in the radio host's voice, ”the question tonight is what makes fat kids so fat.” He looked at Horace, and received maliciously. ”Fat boy, what do you think?”
”Go away, E.J.” Horace didn't reply angrily.
”Well ”Go away. e.j’……” e. J pretended to be thoughtful and repeated what he had said. Then he said, ” No, it's not a good answer. It doesn't make sense... ” As he said this, he handed Derek the ”microphone” he imagined and said, ”let's give it to Derek, the street reporter, and listen to his ideas.”
”Hello, everyone. I'm Derek. ” Derek took the ”microphone” very well, and said to Horace with a wry face, ”I am now in a street blocked by the presence of fat boys.” His sarcasm is not brilliant, but rather mean, ”Hey! Fat boy. ” He suddenly raised his voice and said to Horace, ”can you stop eating?”
By the time he said this, E.J. had reached out and knocked down Horace's Snickers on the ground, and had a few hard strokes on them with the sole of his shoe.
”Listen, I have some problems with the secretion of glands, OK?” Though Horace looks simple and timid. But he didn't give in to these two bad teenagers, instead he said, ”at least I'm not like some people The brain doesn't work. ”
”What did you say? Dumbass? ” e. J heard that. He raised his voice, gave Horace a push, and repeated, ”you say it again!”
”I'm not a fool. My name is Horace!” Horace replied straightforwardly.
”Ah Ass... ” Derek immediately sneered and forced the other person's name (here he deliberately separated the word Hora color and read it as horass).
e. J snatched the comic book in Horace's other hand, tore one into two and threw it to the ground.
”Oh, no, I tore it by accident.” e. J finished these, but also pretended to cover his face with one hand. ”Maybe it's because my brain doesn't work.”
Horace looked down at the Snickers and comic books on the ground and muttered something wrongly.
Although he said it very lightly. But it was heard.
”What did you say? Dumbass! ” e. J's line is the same as before, generally speaking. This kind of school bully's brain is really not easy to use, so his vocabulary is also very limited, ”you have a kind of say it again!”
Horace did have a kind of heart. The simple fat man summoned up his courage and repeated the words he had just murmured in the volume that the other side could hear clearly: ”I said you two are really bastards.”
Before the voice fell, E.J gave Horace a push and rushed forward to press it to the ground.
Then, he rode on Horace's stomach, used his height and body size to hold down the little fat man, and then came to his face with a set of left and right eight fists.
And Horace's reaction is the same as that of all the children who are not good at fighting. After falling into a disadvantage, he used his hands to protect the hit part of the other side and instinctively closed his eyes.
In fact, E.J's fighting style is not brilliant, and he didn't use a great deal of power when he punched. This kind of fist will not break the skin or leave bruises even if it's not blocked. After all, it's just a fight between children. In their consciousness, there is no intention to hurt people. They just want to slap each other for a few times to ask for mercy.
”Let go of that child!”
However, at this time, a sharp drink came, interrupting the bullying.
This ”Li” of ”Li drink” It's mainly about tone, but the voice of the speaker doesn't sound intimidating at all, or even cute
”Ha?” E.J., who was riding on Horace, and Derek, who was standing beside him, looked up and saw a little figure five or six meters away.