Enviable Strength Chapter 2

The boy closest to him was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year.

Several boys behind him also laughed wildly.

Everett Yan didn't mind, what he said was quite funny to begin with.

But his main purpose for coming here wasn't to have fun.

He raised his hand and struck the boy in the face.

No warm-up and no hesitation.

"Baby, when you want to make a move, don't give the other party a chance, otherwise you will be at a disadvantage." The emperor's father said.

So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, the smile on his face was still blooming.

Everyone was young, and although one person fell to the ground with a smile on his face, which stunned the group, they all reacted quickly.

Everett Yan grabbed the wrist that swung half the bottle towards him.

Grasp, press the joint, and twist.

When his father taught these moves to him, he had no money and no mold. He was taught directly by real people. His hands were twisted behind his back and then pushed. The pain when his arms were twisted and pulled away from his body made him feel like a kung fu prodigy. He quickly Got the hang of it.

When he twisted the arm of Little Miscellaneous No. 2 behind his back and pushed Little Miscellaneous No. 3 towards him, Little Miscellaneous No. 2 howled at No. 3.

The cry was so sad that No. 3's eyes widened in shock.

Everett Yan let go and kicked No. 2 in the back. No. 2 fell to the ground with No. 3 in his arms.

The remaining two rushed up together. According to Dad, opening his arms to you is like a hug, so don't refuse.

So Everett Yan did not refuse, punching the person on the right in the stomach first, then blocking the punch of the person on the left, and bumping his left shoulder, and the two of them left the field.

To be honest, Everett Yan felt like a martial arts master every time he fought against someone who said he had zero combat power just to save face.

It only takes less than three minutes to deal with this small piece of trash. If it weren't for the fact that several boys had been kicking the protagonist before, he wouldn't even want to lift his legs.

Two palms and two punches were enough. Now he also used his legs. After getting up from the ground, several boys stood on the same spot, hoping that someone would pounce on them first and then follow. Unfortunately, everyone thought so. of.

The scene was like a cocktail party, with strangers looking at each other awkwardly.

"Forget it," someone finally said the first sentence, "Let's go."

Originally, they relied on the protagonist not to resist, and they beat people as if they were playing. Now that they have an opponent, the few of them suddenly have no intention of fighting.

But when leaving, the person in charge still couldn't bear to lose face, so he said: "If you have the guts to wait, I will find you."

"Where are you going to look for it?" Everett Yan smiled.

The man stared at him awkwardly.

"How about I leave you an address," Everett Yan said as he rummaged in his pocket, "Do you have paper and pen?"

This provocation immediately rekindled the fighting spirit of several boys who had already wanted to back down. They rolled up their sleeves and were about to pounce again.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" A loud female voice came from the side, "You are a bunch of ungrateful B!tches! They are free-range after they came out of your mother's pu**y..."

Several boys stopped, and the expressions on their faces quickly changed from anger to contempt and disgust. The following content shocked people like Everett Yan, who grew up among the shrews at the bottom, to the point where they could hardly listen anymore. .

When he turned around, he saw an old lady with permed hair and a pale face.

She must have put on quite a lot of powder and painted her eyebrows. Compared to her cursing, this makeup made Everett Yan more tempted to turn around and run away.

The old lady's makeup was probably done blindly. The left eyebrow was drawn from the right eyebrow, across the Yintang, and a trembling black line was pulled to the end of the eyebrow. The right eyebrow was occupied by the left eyebrow, so she had to start from the peak of the right eyebrow and draw it in short strokes. It was over after a shudder.

This weird and surreal makeup made Everett Yan unable to get over it for a long time, and he couldn't move away from his eyebrows as he stared at her.

"What are you looking at! You are the only one with eyes that others have holes in, right?" The old lady raised her eyebrows of different lengths and glared at him and yelled.

Only then did Everett Yan notice that those little B@st@ards had run away, and he and the protagonist were the only ones left at the scene.

Before he could recover from the shock and decide whether to walk away or continue to stay here, the old lady's goal changed again.

She pointed at the protagonist standing aside: "Look at your potential!"

The protagonist didn't look at her or say a word, threw his schoolbag on his back, turned around and left.

"Where are you going!" the old lady shouted, going over and grabbing his arm, "You didn't hear me talking to you!"

The protagonist remained silent, just stepped back and tried to break away from her hand.

"Are you being troubled again?" the old lady kept saying in a loud voice. There were a lot of people coming and going at this time, and the people next to her were looking at the excitement here with great interest, but compared to before, the old lady was The wife was completely indifferent to so many people watching her.

Everett Yan wanted to walk away, but thinking that he had just claimed that he had covered this person, and now an old lady came out and he ran away, it seemed a bit unreasonable.

Hesitating, he could only continue to stand.

"Trash! I'm going to see your teacher this afternoon! I'm going to see your principal! What are you talking about!" The old lady continued to shout in a loud voice, "Let's see if I don't scold them enough to make them kneel down!"

Everett Yan changed his mind and decided to walk away and try again tomorrow. It was too painful here. He turned around and took the phone and saw several rows of ellipses painted on the screen.

He exited the live broadcast and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

When he was about to cross the street to go home, he glanced at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the ever-changing calm expression on the child's face had disappeared, and he frowned.

Everett Yan quickly crossed the street and returned home.

However, after entering the house, he stood at the window again and looked across.

The old lady should be the protagonist's grandma or grandma, but the protagonist's ability to maintain an expression when being bullied was eventually broken by the old lady. The skills of this old lady with long and short eyebrows should not be comparable to that of ordinary people.

Five minutes later, the old lady's voice, which could be heard across the street and into the house, finally disappeared.

The protagonist was still standing there, looking a little frustrated, but he kept facing this side and staring silently.

Everett Yan stepped over the window sill and jumped out for the second time.

After landing, I remembered that I could walk through the door.

The old lady was shocked.

Everett Yan slowly crossed the street, stopped in front of the protagonist, and took off his mask.

Only now did he have the chance to take a closer look at the child.

His short stature must have been one of the reasons why he was bullied, but he looked quite decent, especially compared to the old lady just now.

"Looking for me?" Everett Yan asked.

The protagonist glanced at him and said nothing.

"What I just said is true." Everett Yan pointed back to the building behind him, "I live on the first floor over there. If you need anything, you can come to me."

The protagonist looked at him again, smiled but remained silent.

This smile made Everett Yan a little confused, and there was a smile in his deep black eyes, as if nothing before had happened, or in other words, nothing before had seemed to affect him.

It's like this is his life.

"What's your name?" Everett Yan asked.

The protagonist looked at him and he was still silent, as if he had lost his memory. When he thought, "Fcuk you, cover your a**," and was about to turn around and leave, he spoke with difficulty: "Chu, Chu... "First grade of junior high school."

"What?" Everett Yan was stunned for a moment. The stuttering was probably the second reason for being bullied, and maybe he also had low intelligence. "I asked you what your name is, and who asked what grade you are in."

"First grade, second grade of junior high school." the protagonist said.

Everett Yan looked at him.

He also looked at Everett Yan.

After a long look at each other, Everett Yan finally found his channel and sighed: "I understand, your name is Junior One, and you go to Junior Two, right."

"Yeah." The protagonist nodded, as if he was relieved.

"Are those idiots just now your classmates?" Everett Yan asked.

"Yeah." Miles Chu continued to nod.

"Where's that old lady?" Everett Yan asked again, without asking why he was bullied. He felt that he could almost judge it, and sometimes he didn't need any reason.

"I..." Miles Chu's eyes dimmed, and after a while he said softly, "Grandma."

"Oh," Everett Yan responded. After answering, he felt that there was nothing more to say, so he waved his hand, "Okay, you can go home, I'm going to eat."

"You call... call," he had already walked ten meters away, and Miles Chu was still saying unhurriedly behind him, "call, call, call..."

"Everett Yan." Everett Yan turned around and interrupted him.

"Yan, Yan..." Chu nodded.

"Hang, Everett Yan." Everett Yan said.

Miles Chu smiled.

"Let's go." Everett Yan turned around and walked forward along the road.

When I got home on the first day of the new year, my grandma had already come back and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with the family's 16-year-old dog in her arms.

My mother is also back, cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy look on her face.

"Go and wash the dishes." My mother said without raising her head when she heard the sound of him entering the door.

"Yeah." On the first day of junior high school, he put down his schoolbag.

"Trash, there's nothing wrong with his eyes all day long, and he won't move unless people tell him." Grandma said.

Miles Chu said nothing, went into the kitchen, took the dishes and started washing them.

"What a loser!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I'm being beaten again today! I asked for an explanation at school, but he didn't let me! You're a loser!"

"He thinks it's embarrassing for you to behave badly." Mom said.

"What's wrong with me?" Grandma hugged the dog and stood at the door of the kitchen. "What's wrong with me? No one dares to mess with me, you know!"

"Go watch TV!" Mom also raised her voice.

Miles Chu stared at the dishes in his hands without saying a word, quickly washed them and put them on the counter, then walked out of the kitchen and entered the room.

He didn't have his own room. This room was his grandparents' bedroom, with a sofa bed and a simple cloth wardrobe added to the wall.

In fact, he should go to the living room to do homework at this moment. His desk is in the living room, but he is reluctant to go there when his grandma is there.

"You won't do your homework today!" Grandma shouted in the living room.

In the first year of junior high school, he didn't make a sound. He walked silently to the living room and sat down. He took out the book from his schoolbag and turned on the lamp. He quickly lay on the table and started doing homework.

But his all-out performance failed to quiet Grandma.

"Don't think I can't see it, you white-eyed wolf! You're just hiding from me! You want to go to your grandpa's house, right? You go!" Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs. "I'll give you something to eat and drink. Come on." Go farm for others, you white-eyed wolf!"

Grandpa’s house didn’t have any land, so he only planted some vegetables in flower pots on the rooftop. He really liked the small vegetable garden in the first year of junior high school and helped water it every time he went there. Grandma never got used to it.

But the white-eyed wolf... I guess that's right. He is indeed K!ssing his grandparents. To grandma, he is the white-eyed wolf.

"It's time to eat!" Mom walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.

On the first day of junior high school, I put down my pen, stood up and set up the dining table, then took out the food, bowls and chopsticks and put them away. After serving the rice to my mother and grandma, I sat down and started eating.

"His father won't come back?" Grandma asked.

"Well, something happened to the team." Mom said.

"A shabby driver. Some people thought he was the secretary of the Prime Minister's Office." Grandma held a cigarette in her mouth.

"Let's eat, I'm still smoking!" Mom raised her voice.

"Go buy me a cigarette after dinner later." Grandma stubbed out the cigarette on the table.

This was said to the first grade of junior high school. He nodded, took the ashtray and pulled the cigarette B*tts and ashes in. He also rubbed the traces of burnt cigarette B*tts on the table but did not remove them.

Not only the dining table, coffee table and sofa armrests, but also all the flat surfaces in his house have burn marks left by grandma when she smoked her cigarette.

"Smoking less, if you die, you will die from smoking." Mom said.

"Did it cost you money? I know you have lost your job now, and I have my own pension!" Grandma said, grabbing her cloth bag, taking out a hundred yuan from it and photographing it in front of the first grade student, "Here, give it I'm going to buy cigarettes!"

On the first day of the year, he took the money and stood up.

"Go after eating." His mother stopped him.

"Eat, eat." Grandma picked up a chopstick and threw the dish to the ground.

I sat down on the first day of the new year and continued to eat.

"Today Erping and the others insisted on dragging me shopping together," my mother said while eating. "It's annoying."

"Where have you been?" Grandma asked.

"Don't they just go to some LV store?" Mom clicked her tongue, "They wanted to make me angry. They refused to go and had to drag me along."

"Isn't it just because the family has a lot of money? I'm shaking all day long, as if I've stepped on a switch." Grandma sighed, "Sooner or later, I'll be ruined!"

In the first year of junior high school, I ate without raising my eyes, thinking that I could finish it quickly so I could go out.

"He also said that he bought a gift for the first grade of junior high school. I said I would take it back, but he refused to give it away and had to give it to me personally," my mother said, "I don't know what to think."

"If you can't give birth to a child yourself, then you can take advantage of other people's children." When grandma said this, her tone became cheerful, "I see, she is so fat, she probably won't be able to give birth."

Chu finished the rice in his bowl, drank two mouthfuls of soup, got up, took his grandma's one hundred yuan and went out.

It was a bit cold outside, but he felt very comfortable and could breathe much easier.

So every night after he finished his homework, he would go out for a run. Nine out of ten street lights here were broken, and the darkness made him feel safe.

He came out a little early today, and there were quite a lot of people outside. He walked close to the wall, not wanting to be seen.

But he still couldn't avoid being seen when he went to buy cigarettes. Fortunately, when he walked into the canteen, he was the only customer.

"Buying cigarettes for your grandma?" the boss asked.

"Yeah." Miles Chu handed over the money.

The boss took the money and said while getting him cigarettes: "Your grandma has been smoking for twenty years. I have never seen her smoke any other cigarettes."

"Specialized." Chu nodded.

The boss smiled and put the cigarettes on him. He walked out with the bag and continued to walk along the wall.

Went all the way to the river.

Although it is said to be a river, it is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, almost no one comes. It is too cold in winter and the river water has a rancid smell in other seasons.

On the first day of the new year, you might meet someone passing by about once twenty times.

Great place for him.

He comes here often, and he has his own tree hole here that has been used for almost ten years.

The tree hole is a real tree hole.

There is an old locust tree by the river with a hole in its trunk.

From the beginning, I had to step on the roots of the tree that pushed out of the ground to get to the hole. Now, I need to bend down to press my face into the tree hole. I told many little secrets and little wishes in the first grade of junior high school.

I forgot a lot of little secrets, and none of my little wishes came true.

Probably because the river water is sour.

On the first day of the month, he looked around and saw no one. He bent down and put his face into the tree hole, closing his eyes.

Because there are few people passing by and the tree hole is facing the wall, it is always clean, there is no peculiar smell, and you can still smell the smell of wood.

"I don't want to go to school," Miles Chu said slowly and softly, "I want to go somewhere else to work, travel, but..."

He sighed: "My mother wants me to go to college."

"If I fail the exam, I will definitely fail the exam," he picked at the bark of the tree gently, "I just, just... don't want to study at all."

This kind of unresponsive talk has to be repeated for at least a few minutes every first year of junior high school, and then I feel a lot more relaxed.

It was the same today. After he finished speaking, he stood up straight and stretched.

The lazy man only stretched his waist halfway, and he raised his arms to freeze.

There was someone standing next to him.

Wearing gym clothes and running shoes, wearing a mask.

He was the one who hit Nolan Li today and said he would protect him in the future.

Everett Yan.

"You..." Everett Yan looked at the first grade of junior high school and didn't know what to say for a moment. Halfway through his run, he was quite shocked when he saw a person pouting on a tree, but it turned out that this person actually Still in the first grade of junior high school.

"Put your arms down first," Everett Yan said, "I don't have a knife with me either."

In the first year of junior high school, he lowered his arm.

"You..." Everett Yan looked at him and still didn't know what to say. He just looked at the mark on his face and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Finally he walked to the tree trunk, looked at it, and found that it was a quite large tree hole.

"Did you dig it?" Everett Yan turned to ask Miles Chu, "It suits your face shape so well."

"No," Miles Chu replied, "I'm big, big, and have a lot of faces."

"General holes are suitable, right?" Everett Yan said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Everett Yan couldn't help but laugh. He laughed for a while and then patted the tree trunk: "There are a lot of secrets here for you, right?"