Airborne Learning God

"Damn it, I'll crush you to death, you stinky old bastard!"

She gradually increased the speed, the modified motorcycle had an astonishingly large displacement, and the humming sound alone was enough to bluff people.

That big yellow hair looked like a little chick being chased by a weasel, a weak, pitiful and helpless sub, running wildly in front of him, and the northwest wind blew his yellow hair, along with the snot hanging under his nose, toward him. Flying sideways, even so, he didn't care about it.

That crazy guy on the motorcycle in the back is fucking serious!

Big Yellow Maoer held himself a handful of bitter tears in his heart.

Everyone came out to beg for a living, why bother to be so desperate, he came out to collect protection fees, didn't he also listen to the instructions of his "senior" and "big brothers", and he was also to blame, he just came to this area and didn't understand the market.

Damn, isn't No. [-] Middle School an awesome school? Shouldn't the students there be nerds who can't carry their hands on their shoulders?

Why are one or two of the people I met today not good stubbles!

Big Yellow Maoer looked up to the sky and sighed with grief and indignation in his heart, his legs were not idle, and he ran up the stairs of the overpass with a few babbles.

The movement of climbing the stairs was too large, pulling the waist and hips, and the lifeblood that was almost kicked before was aching, and the big yellow hair had to change to the way of step by step, and the speed naturally slowed down.

In the next second, someone grabbed him by the collar.

Dahuang Maoer touched the ground with his toes, and his heart collapsed. Is the lunatic behind him a human?! Why is he so strong, is he a bull?!

"You idiot! Fuck you!" Panting heavily, She Jian grabbed the big yellow hair and threw it away with one arm without blinking.

He only heard a creaking ankle, which was obviously twisted badly, and the big yellow hair uttered a "fuck" sound, and before he had time to utter a more specific cry of pain, he fell down with a jerk and rolled down the stairs down.

People were coming and going on the overpass, some exclaimed, some stood far away to watch the excitement, some hurriedly escaped and left, and some were even shooting videos to post to Moments!

In short, the stairs of the overpass are quite spacious, which makes it easier for the big yellow hair to roll down, and She Jian followed all the way unimpeded.

The big yellow hair rolled dizzy, but fortunately, the winter clothes were thick and many, and there was no injury on the body when it rolled all the way, but a few bumps on the head, and two tubes of nosebleeds hanging from the nose, light beige The cotton clothes are also dirty, like a rag doll (fog).

She Jian squatted down, grabbed Da Huang Maoer's hair, and forced him to look up.

"Brother! Dad! You are my father, isn't it okay? I was wrong!" Da Huangmao clasped his hands together and bowed to him. As soon as he opened his mouth to beg for mercy, he tasted the rusty taste of his mouth. He didn't know if it was a nosebleed or a hole in his mouth. .

She Jian also didn't know, he just asked Da Huangmao'er with a cold face and expressionless, "Does it hurt?"

Da Huang Maoer nodded viciously with snot and tears, unexpectedly, after She Jian heard this, she pulled her hair more vigorously, and Da Huang Maoer's vicious nod made his scalp even worse. Add pain to pain.

"Do you know what's wrong?" She Jian asked in a hoarse voice.

"I know I was wrong." The big yellow hair sprawled on the landing, trying to open his bruised and swollen eyes, trying to let the lunatic who was pulling his hair see his "confession".

"That's fine." Saying that, She Jian let go of her big yellow hair and stood up.

His face was like this cold winter, but the anger in his heart was like molten lava.

Big Yellow Mao'er was holding on to the ground with his hands and was about to get up, but She Jian stepped on the back of his head, stepped on his face in the snow, and pushed him hard.

Seeming to be extremely angry, She Jian's breathing was heavy and rough.

Big Yellow Mao'er lost his temper after being stepped on, so he could only whine.

But even so, She Jian's feet didn't move away, and the rough soles of his shoes repeatedly rubbed against his big yellow hair and bruised side face.

Dahuang Maoer broke the jar and fell, and stopped struggling at all.

Stepping on the face is an extremely insulting act, Big Huang Maoer thought it was because She Jian hadn't calmed down yet, he thought about it, if he didn't resist, it would probably make this lunatic's anger calm down faster.

She Jian really didn't calm down. After kicking Big Huang Maoer's face a few times, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Big Huang Maoer hard on the back of the head several times, causing Big Huang Maoer's eyes to go black and his head to buzz.

From the top of the head to the back of the head, She Jian didn't miss any part of it, and kicked each one carefully and hard.

As if it took a lot of effort, She gradually calmed down and his breathing became heavy again. He kicked and said, "Fate, if you become paralyzed, Dad will hire a nurse to take care of you for the rest of your life."

"The person I wouldn't even bear to bite a mosquito, you fucking dare to kick him, fuck. You fucking idiot!"

"Bah, you are a scum from the bottom of the society, you fucking dare to hurt the pillars of the country!"

Although She Jian doesn't study well, he still has the most basic common sense in life. He remembers that the nerve centers in charge of body movement and balance are concentrated in the head, but he doesn't know exactly where it is located in the cerebellum or the cerebral cortex. Yes, he simply kicked them all.

"Father, please don't catch me and beat me up alone!" Big Yellow Maoer endured dizziness and nausea, turned over desperately and hugged the foot that She Jian stepped on again, and said vaguely, "Go back to the station, please. "

"The pillars of the country are still fighting fiercely at the station." Dahuang Maoer suggested to She Jian sincerely with his nose and tears, "Dad, please hurry up and support the pillars!"

Before Dahuang Maoer finished speaking, She Jian's expression changed.

——Damn it, he was so angry that he was dumbfounded just now, and he just chased after this stinking idiot and kicked him out!

The chill on She Jian's face faded, replaced by an anxious expression, he kicked away the big yellow hair that was holding on to his feet, picked up the motorcycle and left quickly.

The big yellow hair turned over and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

I thought to myself, and charge a blah protection fee, whoever loves to do it in the future, he will never do it again!

Here, She Jian rushed back in a hurry, but was stopped by three police cars on the way.

Zheng Aiqing rolled down the car window and waved at She Jian, "Hey, She Jian!"

She Jian was disturbed by the police blocking his view. When he suddenly heard the voice of his own child, he hurriedly pushed away the two police uncles blocking him, rushed out of the police car, and the two police uncles who were pulled aside His face was as black as carbon.

"Little friend, you..." After She Jian saw the blood on the child's right hand, she stopped abruptly.

She Jian's mind was full of [It's over, it's over] [Right hand, right hand] [Will it hurt the nerves of the hand] [What will the child do in the future] [It's all my fault QAQ] [I have to be responsible for the child for the rest of my life]

……

Seeing Ma Liuer open the car door, She Jian who quickly got into the police car, and the two police uncles who were pulled away: "..."

Afterwards, Qiqi lamented that it would be great if those who fight and make trouble cooperate with their work like this.

After getting in the car, She Jian didn't care about other people in the back seat of the car, so she started up, down, and her hands on Zheng Aiqing (not really).

"What's wrong with your hand, kid, why did you bleed so much!" She Jian grabbed Zheng Aiqing's hand and trembled.

Seeing She Jian with a broken expression, a disastrous complexion, and an unsteady voice, Zheng Aiqing thought he was fainting from blood, so she wanted to withdraw her hand in embarrassment, but she tried, but she couldn't.

She Jian gave Zheng Aiqing a disapproving look, "Don't move!" Then she continued to blow on Zheng Aiqing's palm in an attempt to relieve her child's pain.

Seeing the policeman's uncle returning to the car, Zheng Aiqing was a little uncomfortable, he pulled his hand hard, She Jian's eyes were red, as if he was angry, but also frightened, "Can't you stop scaring me?" , the wound will open again in a while!"

silence.

Still silent.

After more than ten seconds, Zheng Aiqing whispered to She Jian, "That's not my blood, your eyes are so good, can't you see that there is no wound on my palm?"

Concern is chaos.

She Jian hurriedly lowered his head and took a closer look with his 5.3 eyes, and found that there was really no wound, no wonder the blood was all dried up.

"Then whose blood is it? You are not injured. Why does this car smell like blood?" She Jian shrugged her nose and looked strange.ask

Zheng Aiqing turned her face subconsciously...

"That's my nosebleed." He Bei replaced the nosebleed-soaked paper blankly, "The blood in this car is also my fault, sorry to bother you." He rubbed out two more pieces of paper After stuffing his nose, he continued to answer in a low voice.

She Jian: "..."

"Student, do you know where the young man with the yellow hair and the light beige padded jacket is? They all said they saw you running after that comrade." The police uncle sitting in the co-pilot turned his head and asked. She Jian.

She Jian pouted her lips backwards, "I guess she's still lying on the overpass at the back."

Uncle Policeman: "...!"

At the next turning intersection, the police car turned around and drove towards the flyover.

Before going up the stairs, several people saw a dirty figure sitting on the halfway of the stairs of the overpass.

"Hello."

Rhubarb Maoer, who was gnawing on the warm roasted sweet potato, raised his head in bewilderment.

Looking at the man with a bruised nose and a swollen face like a pig's head, the police uncle raised his eyebrows and quickly showed his ID, "You are suspected of arranging a crowd to fight and make trouble. Please come with us to the police station and cooperate with our investigation."

Rhubarb Maoer who just took a bite of sweet roasted sweet potato: "..." He is too difficult.jpg

She Jian rolled his eyes away, he got angry when he saw that grandson.

On the contrary, Zheng Aiqing stared straight at Dahuang Maoer.

He remembered that the young man in society who kicked him was the most handsome of all the gangsters...

She Jian must have hit so hard...

Big Huang Maoer grabbed the roasted sweet potato, obediently lowered his head and got into the police car. His right hand was next to the car door, and on his left was She Jian.

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Big Yellow Maoer tried his best to form himself into a small ball, and the 1.8-meter tall man was shrunk into a ball. He leaned against the car door aggrieved, and tried to widen the distance with She Jian as much as possible. .

Glance, and another glance, and another glance.

She Jian glared at Da Huang Maoer, who had dishonest eyes, and was so frightened that Da Huang Maoer quickly wrapped up his dirty light beige padded clothes, almost retracting his head into the "turtle shell".

Seeing this scene from the rearview mirror, the two police uncles opened their mouths, but in the end they just coughed.

These socially disadvantaged teenagers are usually handcuffed into the police by them, and their attitude is very arrogant.

When they raised their voices, these people started crying, saying that the police uncle was bullying others.

They couldn't bear to stand or sit, they couldn't stand it, and wanted to regulate their manners, but they just stretched out their hands and didn't touch anything. These people squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, saying that the police had violently enforced the law and beat people.

This directly led to gangsters fighting in the area managed by someone, and the policeman on duty at that time could vomit to death!

The little bastards who always make them suffer are also cowardly. The police uncle who once turned over and uttered a bad temper is not to mention how happy he is, but no matter how happy he is in his heart, his face is also serious and impartial.

In the back seat of the car.

She Jian snorted up and down Zheng Aiqing's back, especially the place where he was kicked. He felt very distressed, "Does the bone hurt? Can you still move your waist? Are you dizzy and nauseated now?"

Zheng Aiqing shook her head, "It's nothing, I have rough skin and thick flesh."

Looking at the little boy with delicate skin and tender flesh, She Jian raised his hand to wipe off the dust on the tip of his nose, and said to the policeman uneasy, "Comrade policeman, why don't we go to the hospital first, I think my deskmate It's serious, he was kicked in the waist." As he spoke, he glared at the big yellow hair again.

The big yellow hair who was repeatedly kicked in the back of the head: "..."

The uncle of the police is also full of words.

[The author has something to say]: He Beiwu: I have a nosebleed, so no one can help me :)