Traveling through Thailand

He couldn't count how many times he'd seen them fighting. From the time he was born until now, he'd been there for every fight they'd had. Except for a year and a half after high school, when one of them transferred to another school for unknown reasons. This allowed him, equipped with a GPS tracking system for tracking live fights, to navigate through high school peacefully.

A quiet and peaceful life made him forget the bugs in himself.

Because their families often quarreled, his family warned him not to get too close to them when he was young, lest he be affected. With memories of his past life, he understood the meaning of being caught in the crossfire. So even if he encountered them on the street, he would simply ignore them. Even if they were assigned to the same class, he would stay away from them.

So, in the memories of these two people, the family living nearby was difficult to get along with. Therefore, apart from superficial courtesy, there was no other social interaction. Even the mouth-watering food wafting from their home could not bring them closer.

He finally went to college again in this world. He thought that since he had traveled here after graduating from college in his previous life, would he be able to return to his original world after completing college here? This was a question he often pondered since arriving in this world.

College life is wonderful. Walking around campus, you can often see couples dating in groups of three or four, including men and men, women and women, and men and women in love.

Seeing this, he had learned to ignore it and walked past them calmly holding the books he would need for the next class.

Today, his donkey had a flat tire, so he took it to the repair shop and then took a direct bus to school. Since the teaching building was a bit far from the one he was going to, he chose a side road to avoid being late.

A few minutes later, Tang Xi clutched his books tightly. Seeing the man running toward him, and the group of people chasing him, he cursed inwardly. He also wondered if his parents, back home, hadn't burned incense and prayed for him. That's why he had to deal with this kind of thing just two weeks after school started.

Seeing the figure getting closer, Tang Xi covered his face with the book in his hand and murmured, "Climbing the wall is really not a good idea."

From a distance, the pursued teenager spotted a man in a different department's uniform standing by the wall. As he passed him, he could clearly see his profile, obscured by books. He tried to turn right, but found it was a dead end! He stopped running, stood still, and quickly scanned his surroundings. He was certain there was no other way but to climb the wall.

But outside the wall is outside the school, and it is still school time, so he can't climb out.

In just a few seconds, he made a decision. He turned and looked at the approaching group with a serious expression. He said coldly to Tang Xi, who was standing there in a daze, "You are from another department, right? It's dangerous here, leave quickly."

Tang Xi showed surprise on his face: This person has a good heart. When encountering a school bullying incident, the first thing he did was to get away quickly.

When he was about to say something, the people who were chasing him arrived in front of him.

Tang Xi calmly blocked the way behind him. Just as he had just wanted to be let go and didn't want to be affected, he decided to save this person. Such a kind person couldn't be ruined by school bullying.

So when he faced the newcomer, threatened him to leave, and tried to push him aside, Tang Xi quickly pulled out the telescopic stick from his waist, and with a beautiful sound, he cut through the field that was about to become a battlefield.

The hand holding three books pushed up the glasses that had slipped down, and without saying a word, he took a step forward to stand in front of the boy.

"I'm here to see what you can do." Bullying.

The person opposite him didn't hear the last two words clearly, but the person behind him heard them clearly.

He didn't understand why things had turned out this way, but he knew he wouldn't get beaten up this time. He looked at the figure moving effortlessly among the crowd and murmured, "So he thought they were bullies. But he's so amazing. There were so many people, and he didn't even touch a single one's clothes. When did this school have such an amazing person?"

A minute later, Tang Xi took back the folding stick and tied it back around his waist as an ornament.

At this moment, a large group of people were lying on the ground. Tang Xi pushed up his glasses and glanced at the group of people calmly. Then he patted his wrinkle-free clothes and turned to walk over to the boy. "It's safe now. Should we talk to the dean about this?"

Tang Xi wondered if he was lucky to have run into him this time. What if these people came back again next time? Wouldn't that mean the bullying would continue? So, to put an end to it once and for all, he decided to tell the teacher directly and let them handle the matter.

Thinking of this, he touched the second button on his chest: Well, these are all filmed, so there is evidence.

The young man stared at the person walking towards him in a daze. The person's golden glow was shimmering in the sunlight, and his baby-faced face, covered in glasses, was even more striking. He thought, "This is a very strong sense of disconnection, isn't it?!"

Who would have thought that such a well-behaved boy could be so powerful in a fight? He was surrounded by eight or nine people, and he knocked them all down in just one minute! This is simply...

Tang Xi looked at the stunned young man before him, waving his hand before his eyes to confirm his daze. He knew for sure: he must have been frightened by the pursuit. Look, he's been knocked down, and he's safe, yet he's still terrified. His resilience is truly weak. Whether in China or abroad, college students are inherently fragile.

So, in line with the idea of ​​saving people to the end and sending Buddha to the west, he decided to call the teachers himself and ask them to come and resolve the matter.

I pulled out my phone, but before the screen lit up, I heard another sound of footsteps. My expression of concern immediately shifted to a serious one, staring intently at the direction of the sound. My position shifted, and I had to protect this 'fragile' boy in the upcoming fight.

Before he could see the person's face clearly, Tang Xi knew that the person was from the same department as those who were lying on the ground wailing, because they were wearing the same school uniform.

As their figures approached, he could see who was leading them.

It's him!! x2

The two looked at each other, the atmosphere became quiet for a moment, and the wailing at their feet disappeared.

"You beat them."

Tang Xi frowned at the man in front of him. Why was it him? He was an engineering student! Then, couldn't those people on the ground be his friends? Oh my god, not only was he fighting with the neighbor, he was also causing trouble for other students at school!

Hearing his question, Tang Xi, who already had a negative impression of this man, once again took off the folding stick from his waist. He made it clear with his actions that he was the one who did it, and that he didn't want to talk to the perpetrators. He hated bullies the most in his life.

Pat saw his movements and knew he was right. So for the sake of the engineering department's reputation, he had to stand up and seek justice.

In less than half a minute, Pat, who had been whipped several times, endured the pain and took the lead in moving out of the attack range. The few people who were helped up and whose pain had eased looked at Tang Xi with anger.

"If you have the guts, fight us with your bare hands. How can you be a man if you use weapons?!"

"Yeah, this fight isn't fair."

Someone even pulled out a table leg from nowhere and said, "Since Pat is using weapons, let's do the same. I don't believe that with so many of us, we can't defeat him and that guy from the Architecture Department."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who had come with them quickly looked around. A minute later, they were holding various types of weapons - parts of tables, chairs and benches.

This time, the written exam was 2 vs. 18. The young man standing behind him, seeing the other party holding weapons, looked displeased. He worried that the person in front of him would be at a disadvantage, and inwardly cursed his friends for not coming to his rescue. But his eyes darted around, and soon he too was holding a chair leg part.

Tang Xi, the calmest person present, glanced at the weapons in their hands, then turned and placed the book in front of the boy. The boy stared at the book in front of him for a moment, then subconsciously took it. Then he placed a pair of glasses on the book.

Tang Xi didn't notice the stunned look of the person behind him. He rubbed his stiff neck, his eyes fixed on the movements of the person opposite him.

The next second, he rushed into the sea of ​​people. Before they could react, several "lucky ones" lay on the ground. The wails of the fallen were like a signal, and Tang Xi was instantly surrounded by them.

The boy standing nearby, holding a book, wanted to help, but he was holding something else. Seeing him surrounded, he looked around anxiously, trying to find a place to put his book. But there was nothing clean around except for discarded items.

Surrounded, Tang Xi didn't panic, but instead retracted his folding stick and hung it at his waist. As they attacked, he squatted down and launched a sweeping kick, knocking down several of them. Another one quickly stood up and attacked with a punch, causing several more to fall to the ground, clutching their stomachs and groaning.

In a few seconds, only 10 people were left standing. Pat and his men distanced themselves from him, and even sent several people to pull the few who had fallen to the ground away from the battlefield.

"I didn't expect you to be so skilled." Pat said coldly.

Tang Xi shook his reddened hands, muttering to himself, "Did the guy I just punched wear a belt?" The backs of my hands are red and peeling. I'll definitely use a weapon next time. My hands are too tender.

He hadn't exercised much since arriving in this world. These skills were all brought over from the upper world. He figured his parents were ordinary people, so all he needed was enough protection. So, besides running and exercising, he spent the rest of his time practicing Tai Chi.

Pat frowned at being ignored. He knew they couldn't beat the man in front of him, so all he had to do was find a way out. But the man in front of him didn't show any interest in talking to him...

Seeing this scene, Pat clenched his back teeth tightly.

Tang Xi was sure that the opponent had no intention of continuing the fight. He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and wondered whether he could call the teacher during the break.

The moment the screen lit up, his eyes were fixed on the time. The boy closest to him clearly felt the low pressure emanating from him, and he was puzzled as to why he took out his phone and stared blankly at the Pikachu screensaver.

It’s over, I’m going to miss it!!

He clenched his phone tightly in his hand, tears streaming down his face. Was his image as a good boy in his teacher's eyes about to be shattered?

He was in a depressed state, lost in his own world. Fortunately, someone wearing the same school uniform as the boy came running towards him with a group of people. The boy was very happy to see the acquaintance and waved his arms.

The emo Tang Xi looked up at the crowd that excited the young man. This look was incredible, and he began to understand why he chose this path.

Tang Xi silently took the glasses and book from the boy, and in his heart he scolded himself for the killing spree a few minutes ago: I told you not to meddle in other people's business, and to take a shortcut to save time, and now you've unknowingly fallen into the fight between these two people.

So this isn't school bullying at all! This is clearly a fight between two factions. Oh, I was foolish. Pat is clearly not the type to bully the weak.

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