Chapter Twenty: The Storm Rises and Waves Crash Against Each Other

  "Wow! Why are there so many people today?" Lao Biao looked at the long queue in front of the canteen.

  "Yes! There are more and more people in school, but how come the cafeteria is getting smaller?" Little Chicken sighed behind.

  "Hurry up and line up! Otherwise, there won't be any food left!" Li Ming led by example and was the first to line up.

  Cheng A couldn't help but sigh and stood in a team with more people nearby.

  "Older brother, why are you standing there with so many people?" The older brother turned his head and didn't see him, then looked to the side and saw a strange person who was slightly behind him by two or three people.

  "It's okay! I think this team will be faster." he said calmly.

  "Hmm... is there a pattern to this too?!" Old Tab scratched his head, seemingly deep in thought.

  "Ah!"

  "Aw! Don't even think about it, with your IQ, you can't even get a 250!" The little chicken said ruthlessly.

  "Your sister, you're just 250." Old brother counterattacked.

  "......" Looking at the two of you who are not paying attention to the influence in public, Cheng A was speechless for a moment. If your IQ is really 250, wouldn't that be higher than Einstein's?!

  "Hey, hey, hey, you two stop arguing, can't you see someone is cutting in line?" Seeing someone cut in line, Li Ming quickly stopped the two who were arguing with each other.

  "Who? Who? Who dares to mess with our squad?" Lao Biao turned around and looked around in all directions.

  "I just cut in line, what are you going to do about it?" Just as Lao Biao's eyes were darting back and forth without focus, the person in front suddenly turned around and glared at him with a fierce expression.

  "Do you know the rules? Don't you know that you need to line up for food?" Lao Biao said, looking down at him. Lao Biao didn't show any weakness, although his opponent had a sturdy build, but he had the advantage of being taller.

  "I've already inserted it, just say what you want to do next, brother will continue." With a face that says "I'm very arrogant, I'm very cool".

  "What did you say? You dare to repeat it, and you still have the nerve to cut in line?" Old Tai's face was furious, his sleeves rolled up, ready to fight...

  "Never mind, never mind... just bear with it! He's Zhang Bo from Class 10 of Grade 2, the one who often gets into fights. And many of the third-year students give him face!" Little Chicken whispered to Old Table in his ear.

  "What's wrong with the second year of high school? What's wrong with giving face to the third year? Can you just cut in line like this?" Lao Biao didn't back down.

  At this time, the noise here also attracted the attention of many people who were having lunch. Everyone stopped and even those who were eating stopped their chopsticks, looking over with a curious expression...

  "Older brother, line up!" Seeing that it had attracted so many people's attention, Cheng A hastily stopped the older brother who still wanted to continue scolding.

  The old table looked at his gesture and found that everyone was watching, so he also stopped talking and prepared to endure...

  "Hey, weren't you just yelling happily? Keep yelling! See if anyone cares about this mad barking dog!" Zhang Bo saw his older cousin extinguish the fire and thought he was scared, so he yelled with a proud face.

  "You..." Lao Biao's face turned bright red with anger, and he rolled up his sleeves as he stepped forward.

  "Haha! How dare you think of fighting? You? Don't even look at what kind of thing you are?"

  "Hahaha..." The crowd burst into laughter, and several people who appeared to be Zhang Bo's friends laughed even harder.

  Hearing Zhang Bo's insults and everyone's laughter, Cheng A clenched his fists tightly...

  And Lao Biao has already swung a old fist towards Zhang Bo who is laughing wildly...

  "Ah!" Seeing the fight, a scream erupted in the cafeteria, and instantly everyone was in an uproar. Due to the chaos, Lao Tiao's fist didn't hit Zhang Bo, but instead landed on the face of one of Zhang Bo's friends.

  In an instant! The several people on the other side swung their fists and hit Lao Biao, while Li Ming and Xiao Ji who were standing in front of Lao Biao also got hit...

  Seeing five or six people surrounding the three of them, Cheng A didn't think twice, picked up the stainless steel bowl he used to eat with, and swung it at Zhang Bo who was fighting with Lao Biao. Because he had put in all his strength, aimed accurately at his target, the stainless steel bowl landed squarely on Zhang Bo's head...

  "Ah!" Zhang Bo, who was originally fighting with his elder cousin, let out a miserable cry and covered his head with both hands!

  Hearing Zhang Bo's miserable cry, Cheng A didn't stop but continued to swing the steel bowl towards the two who were kicking the little chicken with their feet, because among the four of them, the little chicken was the smallest and Cheng A was next.

  This time the steel bowl did not hit the two people as expected, but was blocked by one of them with his hand. The steel bowl flew out because he used too much force and smashed to the ground with a loud crash...

  The classmates who were originally scattered around the cafeteria moved a few more steps back against the wall, afraid of being accidentally injured.

  However, no one left, and more and more people came over to watch.

  The steel bowl flew away, and Cheng A punched it up. The advantages of being born in the countryside, growing up in the countryside, and doing farm work from a young age were fully utilized.

  He blocked his opponent's incoming punch with his left arm and quickly hit the bridge of his nose with his right fist, causing his opponent to cover his nose and crouch down.

  And before he could even catch his breath, a sharp pain shot through his back... as if he had been hit by a train, he fell forward... his face scraped against the ground with a burning pain.

  "Old Tab!" The old tab who was entangled with the rest of the people, saw that he was injured, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise...

  Cheng A didn't understand what was going on, and looked back to see the person who had snuck up behind him. At this time, the other person was holding a stainless steel tray used for serving dishes in the cafeteria's private rooms, and was approaching him...

  He seemed to have seen the "sneer" described in martial arts novels and textbooks on his opponent's face, yes, at this moment his opponent was sneering... He picked up the steel bowl that had been thrown to the ground earlier and threw it over...

  The other side dodged quickly and avoided it...

  And he also took advantage of this time to climb up, bare-handed and empty-fisted...

  "Crack!" He seemed to have heard the sound of his own knuckles cracking.

  It hurts, it's heart-wrenching pain... The opponent's stainless steel plate hit my left fist that I used to block, the pain didn't make him hesitate at all, and he immediately punched his right hand into the opponent's chest.

  The other party covered their stomach and squatted down...

  After throwing this punch, I also thoroughly fell down... The severe pain in his left hand and back made him hum ~ hum...

  "Stop, stop, all of you just f**king stop!" Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard the deputy principal's angry shout, a voice that normally made him feel extremely disgusted, yet at this moment it sounded so warm and lovely.

  The head teacher rushed over and many other teachers arrived. He saw many people, many teachers... He also heard the head teacher scolding both sides after separating them.

  He wanted to get up, but was unable to... it hurt too much...

  "Get him up for me!" The principal instructor had two teachers lift Cheng A up.

  "The injured ones are sent to the infirmary first, and by the way, check which class they belong to, and ask their head teacher to come to my office. Others who should eat, eat, and do what they should do, all dispersed." After arranging, the director of teaching walked out of the cafeteria with a gloomy face...

  "Older brother, are you alright? Is there anywhere that hurts?" In the afternoon, at some unknown time, older brother looked at Cheng A who was slowly waking up and asked anxiously.

  "...He didn't open his mouth because his whole body was in pain, he couldn't even turn over..."

  "Old brother, don't move, Old Gao (the doctor in the infirmary) said you have a lump on your back and can't lie down for now. You can only sleep on your side!" The old brother saw him wanting to turn over and quickly spoke out to stop him.

  "What time is it now?"

  "It's almost four o'clock."

  "So soon?! I've slept for more than three hours?"

  "Hey! At noon, the teacher carried you over and you started sleeping, all the way until now!"

  "How come you didn't go to class?" He looked at his older cousin, it should be class time now.

  "Teacher He told me to take care of you first..."

  "Uh...has Glasses Brother been here?" he asked with some concern

  "Hey! While you were sleeping, all your classmates except for a few who didn't come, everyone else came to see you!"

  "... Doesn't the whole class know about this now?" He asked cautiously, actually he was most concerned about what the school flowers would think of him after knowing this matter, thinking that he was a bad student or just a rascal among students.

  "Well, now the whole school knows, you took down three with one move, you're famous..."

  "What about Li Ming and Xiao Ji? How are they?" he asked worriedly

  "They're fine! They've gone to class, and out of the four of us, only you got hurt. The three of us are all okay!"

  "Uh... how about the other party?"

  "They're fine! Just that one of them had his nose bloodied by you, and another, Zhang Bo, got a big bump on the head." Lao Biao still gets angry when he mentions it.

  "This fight is too lacking in skill, and he's made himself the biggest loser."

  He thought he was showing off so much, but ended up embarrassing himself...