I really just want to be a normal person

Chapter 19 Performance Art Group of Eight

Before the gangsters had time to speak, they saw Gao Cheng raise his right hand, and they suddenly felt that the other party had grown more than a dozen arms. Everyone felt that there were two right fists in front of them, and they swung towards their left and right arms respectively. come over.

"Crack."

Eight people, with sixteen arms, heard a crisp sound, and all sixteen arms went limp at the same time, and the telescopic sticks in their hands fell to the ground with a jingle.

Although there was only one sound of a broken arm bone, their screams kept coming and going, chasing after each other, like a mixed chorus, but in their chorus, apart from pain, there was really no other meaning. .

He took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, the mobile phone was turned off, Gao Cheng shrugged helplessly: "Look, I told you to call an ambulance in advance."

After saying that, Gao Cheng was about to leave. At this time, the gangsters dared not show any trace of their previous domineering attitude. Seeing him walking out, they hurriedly got out of the way, as if he was not an ordinary college student, but an ordinary college student. Like a man-eating tiger.

After watching Gao Cheng walk out, one of the gangsters said while holding back the severe pain.

"Brother Hao, what should we do next, Westbrook's order has not been fulfilled."

"Westbrook... Westbrook, you are paralyzed! Damn, that bastard, what did you say that he is not a big shot, just an ordinary Lianjiazi, this is called an ordinary Lianjiazi, he is just one step away from Superman Red underwear, right?"

The gangster turned his head suddenly and yelled at the blind gangster, but accidentally shook his arm, and his face turned pale again from the pain.

"What should I do next, go to the hospital, what else can I do!"

After speaking, he endured the severe pain and walked out step by step. Seeing this, the gangsters had no choice but to follow.

Therefore, ordinary citizens saw such a weird scene on the next section of the road.

A group of eight young men dressed as gangsters, each with colorful hair dyed in different colors, some red and green, none of the eight people had a contrasting color.Not only that, but their walking posture was even weirder. They moved forward, but their arms didn't move at all. It was like a team of robots that had malfunctioned. Together, the eight of them gave people a sense of order and weirdness.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know. Could it be that they are practicing some kind of unique martial arts? Look at the sweat on their faces, they must have practiced for a long time."

"Then why are they so pale?"

"It must be an excessive loss of internal strength."

"What about internal strength and martial arts? They're all from novels. How could there be such a thing? In my opinion, they are human bodies... ahhh, it's performance art."

"Performance Art?"

"Yes, ours is relatively small, and foreign countries have more. Look at their hair. Does everyone have a different color, and there is no black one? This means that they want to break the tradition, but they must also have their own personality. .”

"Looking at their footsteps, they are moving forward firmly, which represents their core point of view: breaking tradition is only a means, not an end, and the fundamental purpose is to promote social progress."

"And their arms. If you think about it normally, you must shake your arms when you walk, but they don't. What does this mean? This also represents their point of view: don't be superstitious about authority. Who said that you must shake your arms when you walk Yes, I can walk without shaking my arms!"

"So that's the case, then what do they mean by staring at you?"

"The way they stare at me is to tell me not to impose my own ideas on others. Everyone should have their own understanding of performance art. This is also a manifestation of rebellion against authority. Although I am A professor at the Academy of Art, but what I said may not necessarily be correct, when dealing with art, you must feel it with your heart.”

After finishing speaking, the professor of the art college nodded with admiration: "I don't know which college these young men are from, but their artistic attainments are so high. Every word, deed, and every action is full of deep meaning. They really are heroes. Young man, the younger generation is formidable."

A gangster who left later heard the professor's remarks, and couldn't help asking the gang leader beside him.

"Brother Hao, does the hair we dyed have this meaning?"

"······Shut up!"

The group of gangsters endured severe pain and walked towards the hospital, while a middle-aged man got out from a corner, glanced at the camera hanging around his neck, and with a smug smile on his face, he turned to face the opposite direction. direction.

As for the police, unfortunately, they can only make a futile trip.

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Back in the dormitory, Gao Cheng didn't tell his roommates about the incident. First, he couldn't explain how he defeated these gangsters with weapons. Second, if he said so, in order to prevent these gangsters from retaliating Well, the three of them will definitely follow him from time to time, and it will be inconvenient for him to make a move.

It's a pity that the stinky tofu I originally planned to eat was not eaten.

Gao Cheng thought regretfully, if his phone hadn't run out of battery, he probably would have gone to buy another one - no way, he didn't have any cash with him.As for going back to the dormitory, to be honest, he was really too lazy to make another trip because it was so far away.

Isn't it a little strange that these gangsters came here? I didn't provoke anyone, so why did they suddenly come to find me?
"Orange, come on!"

"it is good!"

Shaking his head and putting aside the doubts in his mind, Gao Cheng devoted himself wholeheartedly to the game.

Even if they have ulterior motives, so what, we are people with background!
Gao Cheng and the others were playing in the dormitory in full swing, but in the office building of the school leader, a student walked in, and finally entered the office with the sign of the dean.

"Director Xun, good afternoon."

"It's Song Wei, what's the matter?"

Song Wei didn't speak, but closed the door with his backhand and locked it behind him.Seeing his actions, Director Xun's face changed slightly, but an unknown greed flashed in his eyes.

"Song Wei, what do you mean?"

"Oh, Director Xun, don't get me wrong, I just want to report a situation to you."

"Well, then sit down and talk slowly."

The two people who had their own ghosts didn't mention the point at all, but just reflected the situation, why they locked the door behind them, as for the reason, everyone knew it well.

"It's like this. In the afternoon, I accidentally discovered that some people in our school were fighting with unemployed people outside the school. The nature is extremely bad. As a member of our school, I have the responsibility to ensure that the school's reputation is not damaged. Therefore, I would like to ask Xun The director should reflect on this situation, and hope that the school can deal with it seriously, and not let a piece of rat shit ruin the good reputation of the school!"

(End of this chapter)