fictionpage Chapter 18 I got sand in my eyes
Chapter 18 I got sand in my eyes
"Damn it, wherever I go, trouble follows."
Zhou Huai muttered a helpless complaint.
However, his voice was a bit loud, and the burly man wearing a gold chain in front of him heard him.
Zhao Hu turned around and glared fiercely at Zhou Huai, then said, "Get lost."
"Do you own this road? How dare you tell me to get lost?"
Zhou Huai's expression was priceless. He imitated the gangster movies he had watched before, walking with an arrogant and domineering gait while cracking his knuckles.
"You little brat, you're asking for it."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he turned around and charged towards Zhou Huai.
The little girl trapped in the dead end was quite clever; she knew to take the opportunity to escape.
But before she left, she shouted, "Brother, run!"
Upon hearing her voice, Zhao Hu immediately stopped and turned to chase after her.
Did I let you leave?
At this moment, Zhou Huai had already grabbed his right arm with his left hand.
"You brat, I'll kill you."
Enraged, Zhao Hu turned around and delivered a left punch the size of a sandbag to Zhou Huai.
Zhou Huai neither dodged nor evaded; as he released his left hand, he threw out his right fist, directly clashing head-on with him.
"Hiss, you little rascal."
Zhao Hu winced in pain, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Forces are reciprocal, and after this head-on collision, Zhou Huai also felt a bit of pain in his right fist.
But it wasn't as painful as he had imagined; it was within his tolerance.
Is this the magic of numbers? Innate superhuman strength, base strength value tripled.
"Come on, big guy!"
As he spoke, Zhou Huai unleashed another powerful right punch.
Zhao Hu usually relied on brute force in fights, and seeing this, he swung his fist again, but this time, he used his stronger right fist.
"Bang!"
The two fists collided violently, and both men unconsciously took a small step back.
"Again!"
At this moment, Zhou Huai felt his blood rushing to his head, and the pain in his fist was greatly reduced, so he continued to swing his right fist with force.
The impact of that punch was much greater than the first one. Zhao Hu's right fist was almost numb, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, so he stubbornly threw a third punch.
"Bang!"
The two fists continued to collide violently. This time, Zhou Huai stood firm, while Zhao Hu staggered back several steps.
"Again!"
Zhou Huai got hooked on the fight, quickly stepped forward, and threw another powerful punch.
Zhao Hu instinctively tried to throw his right fist to block, but then he realized that his right hand was numb.
A punch can absorb a lot of the impact, but Zhou Huai's punch was much stronger than Zhao Hu's barely raised right fist.
His right fist was knocked open, and he took a heavy punch to the chest from Zhou Huai, then fell to the ground with a thud.
"Again!"
Zhou Huai wasn't done having fun yet, and took a step forward to continue his attack.
"I'm not coming anymore, I'm not coming anymore, I give up."
Zhao Hu quickly waved his hand, the fierce look on his face vanishing instantly, leaving only a pathetic plea for mercy.
Just then, Zhou Huai's phone rang; someone was calling him.
"Get out, and don't let me see you again."
Zhou Huai was too lazy to waste words with Zhao Hu and simply waved him away.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu got up and quickly fled.
Zhou Huai then took out his phone and saw that it was his class monitor, Chen Zexin, calling, so he immediately answered.
"Hey, squad leader, what's wrong?" Zhou Huai asked, puzzled.
"Zhou Huai, where have you been? Director Ma is looking for you." Chen Zexin's voice was somewhat urgent.
"They're enjoying the breeze on the rooftop of the teaching building. I'll come down now," Zhou Huai said casually.
"Okay, you can just go directly to the director's office in a bit."
Chen Zexin gave his instructions.
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Huai put away his phone, took out the bamboo dragonfly again, put it on, and this time he flew directly to the rooftop of the political education building.
The dean of students' office was on the fourth floor of the political education building, and he arrived there in no time.
But as soon as Zhou Huairen pushed open the office door, he was dumbfounded.
Because there were many people inside, and some of them were familiar faces, the owner of the fresh rice noodle soup shop from last night and his family.
"Zhou Huai, you're here! Come in, come in!"
"Come in, Zhou Huai, don't be shy."
Upon seeing Zhou Huai, Ma Shengxiong, who was entertaining everyone, and Zhou Ying, the homeroom teacher (physics teacher) of Class 7, immediately got up and came over.
Meanwhile, in Class 8 of Senior Three, the bell had just rung to signal the end of get out of class.
"Yaoyao, this is terrible, this is terrible!"
Ma Yurou was very excited after receiving the news from her small group chat, and quickly leaned close to Chen Yao's ear and whispered.
"What's wrong, Xiaorou?"
Chen Yao was somewhat puzzled.
"Yaoyao, look, Zhou Huai is trending on Weibo."
Ma Yurou quickly opened her phone's Weibo account, entered the keywords, and then handed it to Chen Yao to see.
The most searched video was posted by a Weibo user named "
"Waaaaah..."
After watching this short video, Chen Yao couldn't help but cry softly.
"Why are you crying, Yao Yao?"
Ma Yurou quickly expressed her concern.
"My husband is so handsome, but this is too dangerous. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if we hadn't thrown that burning gas cylinder a second later."
Chen Yao sniffed.
"Yeah, he's really brave, and... (after all that happened last night, he didn't even brag to us.)"
Ma Yurou nodded.
"Yaoyao, why are you crying?"
A female classmate named Lu Manjia, who sat in front of Chen Yao, was about to go to the restroom when she accidentally saw Chen Yao crying and asked her what was wrong.
"No... I got sand in my eye."
Chen Yao quickly wiped away her tears and explained.
"Yes, Yao Yao got sand in her eyes, and I'm blowing it out for her."
As she spoke, Ma Yurou leaned closer and pretended to blow air.
Seventeen minutes later, Zhou Huai made an excuse to escape from the dean's office, luckily someone called him.
Zhou Huai quickly ran to the corridor connecting the political education building and the teaching building before taking out his phone.
Seeing that it was Sun Yichang calling, he quickly answered the call.
She must have something urgent, otherwise she could have just sent a message.
"Hey, Fish Ball, what's wrong?"
"Zhou Huai, I'm in big trouble."
Sun Yichang's voice came through, clearly filled with panic.
"What's going on?"
Zhou Huai pressed for an answer.
"I was looking for a restroom. I was fine when I went there, but I got lost on the way back. Then I saw a fat monk attack a female worshipper from behind with a stick."
"Then the fat monk prepared to carry the unconscious female pilgrim away, but he accidentally lost his footing and the female pilgrim fell down the mountain."
"Now the fat monk is walking back and forth on my way back, so I don't dare to come out. I can only hide behind a big rock."
Sun Yichang quickly recounted what had happened.
"Fishball, don't panic. Have you called the police?"
Zhou Huai was quite curious, after all, on this day in his previous life, he was in an internet cafe and didn't even know this was happening.
"No, then I'll call the police now."
Sun Yichang didn't know why, but when she was about to call someone, Zhou Huai was the first person she thought of.
But now he feels that he is at school, far away from Yulong Temple, and beyond his reach.
"Wait, Fishball, is there writing on that big rock you're hiding on?"