80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

Li Siwang, holding a wooden stick alone, looked coldly at the sixth graders in front of him.

Although obviously outnumbered, it is also overwhelming.

"Boy, are you going to be hard?" Chen Fugui dragged a chair next to him and sneered, "If you ask for mercy now, we can still play lighter."

"So, don't you want to let go of me?" Li Siwang raised his eyebrows and said, "Anyway, I've been beaten, so I can fight harder, so I don't need to take an exam."

"Okay, quite thoughtful." Chen Fugui was still nodding and talking, and suddenly lifted the chair in his hand.

Li Siwang had watched Chen Fugui for a long time, but he did not expect Chen Fugui to be so fierce.

A chair was smashed, and the head was smashed over the head, and the power must not be underestimated.

Li Siwang didn't dare to grow up either. He leaned back, and the wooden stick in his hand didn't slam back, but walked towards the space between the chairs.

However, Li Siwang didn't expect that Chen Fugui bullied the small ones, and the sixth graders he brought were not good.

Originally, the upper grades had the advantage of playing lower grades, and several others swarmed. Some also raised their chairs, some directly overturned the desks, blocking Li Siwang's retreat.

Two more rushed forward trying to hold Li Siwang, leaving him no chance to resist.

Li Siwang tripped over the desk behind him, and the stick that he carried out in his hand was broken by the chair.

Fortunately, the chair also missed, and did not hit Li Siwang directly.

But the two students who came over held Li Siwang's shoulders left and right, and he could not help but twist his arm.

"It's shameless." Li Siwang turned sharply and shook his hands, freeing himself from the two men's hands.

As a result, the left arm that had been fractured twice before was a bit unbearable, and it hurt badly, like dislocation.

Li Siwang secretly gritted his teeth, but refused to be soft now. He jumped up one step, stepped on the desk turned around, and stomped towards Chen Fugui by force.

Chen Fugui just struck the chair to show his strength. He also felt his arm sore at the moment. Before it was too late to lift a second stroke, Li Siwang kicked him on the ribs.

There was no muscle protection outside the ribs. Li Siwang also exhausted this foot by 12 minutes, and immediately fell Chen Fugui to the ground, holding his ribs and panting suddenly.

Several other sixth-graders were frightened when they saw Li Siwang's speed, but no one stopped.

It turned out that several people rushed around again, throwing chairs and flipping over the table, and finally tripped Li Siwang to the ground.

"Cough, me, my ribs are broken." Chen Fugui felt that his chest was stuffy, and the pain was almost out of breath.

Chen Fugui held his ribs and stood up, his eyes hurt Venus for a while. But this more aroused his resentment, picking up the mop rod that had just been broken with red eyes.

"Smelly boy, there are really two hits." Chen Fugui weighed the mop stick in his hand and said fiercely, "We have so many talents holding you back. It's a shame to say it."

"Don't come to find a difference if you're afraid of shame." Li Siwang struggled a bit, but these sixth-graders were desperately holding him, regardless of whether they would hurt him.

If Li Siwang moved again, he was afraid that his arm would be broken.

Chen Fugui winked and signaled a few students to pull Li Siwang up.