The guy who had been hit with two bricks at first staggered to his feet. Although his head was bleeding and his face was covered in blood, his eyes were even more fierce.
Su Jiazhen knew his limits when he struck. He didn't dare to aim at vital parts like the back of the head, but it was enough to significantly reduce their fighting ability.
"Damn it, let's take him on!"
Su Jiazhen endured the pain and charged forward again.
Zhang Yuzhong was an honest guy. Seeing this, he immediately rushed forward and grappled with one of the attackers.
Su Jiazhen, on the other hand, held two bricks in his hands, intimidating the other guy and occasionally giving him a hard hit.
The two attackers' combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, and Zhang Yuzhong and Su Jiazhen could easily gain the upper hand. After all, Su Jiazhen still had two bricks in his hands.
For a moment, there were fists and kicks flying under the bridge, and groans filled the air.
A few minutes later, the five of them separated, their faces bruised and swollen.
Su Jiazhen also took a punch to the face, and the corner of his mouth was swollen high. He pushed his tongue against his teeth; thankfully, they weren't loose, but it still stung painfully.
"Are... are you okay?" Zhang Yuzhong gasped, looking at Su Jiazhen's grimacing face and feeling a bit guilty.
"Nothing serious. Keep them at bay. I've already called the police. These social hooligans dared to attack students, right? They're going to jail."
Su Jiazhen didn't try to hide his voice. It echoed clearly on the sidewalk under the bridge.
The three of them exchanged a panicked look, their eyes filled with fear. They didn't care about their pride anymore and immediately turned around and ran, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Yuzhong was taken aback for a moment and then leaned over to whisper, "Did you really call the police?"
Su Jiazhen casually threw the two bricks away, dusted off his hands, and grinned. But the grin pulled at the wound on his lip, and he winced in pain.
"I lied to them. There wasn't time to call the police."
As he said this, Su Jiazhen took out his phone and immediately called the police.
"Really calling the police?!"
Seeing Su Jiazhen actually making the call, Zhang Yuzhong was stunned.
"Call! Of course, we have to call. There are no surveillance cameras in this area. That's why they deliberately blocked you here. But there's an advantage to calling the police. After all, we're students."
Su Jiazhen wasn't stupid. Otherwise, how could he be the half - school bully?
He had carefully studied the surveillance cameras around Guangba. He knew exactly where there were cameras and where there weren't.
So he decided to strike first.
Of course, after calling the police, he still had to pretend that there were no cameras here.
But then, Su Jiazhen turned to look at Zhang Yuzhong.
"Why do you still go to work after school in the evening? Are you really that short of money?"
Zhang Yuzhong plopped down on the ground.
"Yes. I need to keep my parents alive and let my younger brothers and sisters go to school, so I'm really short of money."
Su Jiazhen took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and offered it to Zhang Yuzhong.
Zhang Yuzhong shook his head.
"I don't smoke."
Su Jiazhen held the cigarette out again. "Come on, it's easy to learn."
"I have no money. And I don't want to spend my money on cigarettes in the future."
Seeing that Zhang Yuzhong really wouldn't take it, Su Jiazhen looked at the Hehua cigarette in his hand.
He put the cigarette back in the case and decided not to smoke himself either.
The air fell silent.
"I was wrong about what happened at noon today."
"I was in the wrong about what happened this afternoon."
The two of them suddenly spoke up and then suddenly stopped.
Su Jiazhen suddenly let out a soft laugh. "Heh, why do you protect Lin Mo so much? I don't think he's that great."
"You don't understand. It was Lin Mo who pulled me back from the edge of the abyss. Otherwise..." Zhang Yuzhong didn't finish his sentence.
The two of them were silent for a long time.
After a while, a police car approached in the distance.
"By the way, remember to say they started the fight, okay?"
As he said this, Su Jiazhen stood up and waved at the approaching police car.
Zhang Yuzhong looked up at Su Jiazhen's back. The headlights of the police car shone on him, stretching his shadow long.
-- System: The brilliance of human nature lies in the fact that everyone has it, and similarly, the darkness of human nature lies in the fact that everyone has it. So, this is just nonsense. --
"Will you hold me tight like the gentle spring breeze? Are you the one like the tulip in my embrace? Will you hold me close as if in a poem, singing of love..."
A young girl's gentle humming filled the room. Chu Miaomiao was barefoot on the soft carpet, looking up at the calendar on the wall.
June 22nd was marked with a big red star, standing out prominently.
She picked up her phone and tapped the screen, sending a message to her friend Xie Yuling.
"Mom's birthday is coming soon. What should I give her as a gift?"
As soon as the message was sent, she sank into the bed, hugged the pillow, rolled around twice, and buried her face in it.
The phone dinged.
Xie Yuling replied quickly:
"Ah? It's Auntie Chu's birthday. It's really hard to decide what to prepare. When is it?"
Chu Miaomiao: "It's on June 22nd. I remember it clearly."
She added, "I made a cake last year, and Mom said it wasn't good."
The memory of last year's cake, which was criticized for being too sweet, still haunted her like a shadow.
On the other side of the screen, Xie Yuling could easily imagine the scene. Chu Miaomiao's family didn't lack anything, and giving luxury items that could be bought with money would seem insincere.
So, after thinking for a while, she replied.
"Then it definitely has to be a handmade gift. It's the thought that counts."
Chu Miaomiao looked at the reply and kicked her legs in annoyance.
"I know, but I just don't know what to make."
The young girl was in a daze.
Just then, Xie Yuling suddenly stopped replying.
A few seconds later, Chu Miaomiao's phone screen jumped, and she was pulled into a new QQ group.
The group name was straightforward: "June 22nd Auntie Chu's Birthday Planning Meeting".
Besides her and Xie Yuling, there was another person in the group.
Lin Mo: "?"
Xie Yuling: "It's Auntie Chu's birthday. Let's come up with some ideas."
Chu Miaomiao: "I want to give Mom a gift, but I haven't decided what yet."
Lin Mo: "Give her thirty million."
I really like what they said.
Xie Yuling: "Ah?"
Chu Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment and murmured as she typed on her phone: "I... I don't have that much money."
Lin Mo's message came again at a leisurely pace.
Lin Mo: "May she always be happy, always be blessed, and always be healthy."
Xie Yuling: "How corny. We need something made with sincere feelings."
Chu Miaomiao looked at the screen and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth. The previous annoyance had dissipated a lot.
After a while, Lin Mo, who had been silent, seemed to start thinking seriously.
"I have a well - thought - out plan."
"Miaomiao provides financial support, Yuling provides art materials, and I'll take care of the technical integration and the final step."
Xie Yuling: "? Where can I get art materials?"
Lin Mo then sent a picture.
Lin Mo: [Xie Yuling's painting.jpg]
It was a colored - pencil drawing. In the picture, a girl in a princess dress was sitting in a field full of tulips, looking up at the stars, and there was a little cat beside her.
The painting style was delicate and dreamy, and it was completely unimaginable that it was drawn by someone who hadn't learned painting.
Xie Yuling: "When did you sneak a look at my painting!"
Lin Mo: "I didn't peek. It was Auntie Zheng who showed it to me. She said that when you were a kid, you were so eager to sign up for an art class and you had extraordinary talent."
Chu Miaomiao's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately said below,
"How beautiful!"
As for Xie Yuling, she had completely lost it.
Xie Yuling: "Lin Mo! You're dead tomorrow!"
Lin Mo: "I'm so scared!"

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”