Four Heavenly Kings

  The autumn wind is still warm, the sunshine is still bright and beautiful. Wang Ao Xuan thought to himself that he was no longer his former self, bidding farewell to primary school, bidding farewell to childhood, bidding farewell to his immature self, slowly starting to grow up.

  Luo Xianjun rode his golden 250 motorcycle with Wang Aoquan and Peng Hao, feeling the rush of the wind. Along the way, they sped wildly, excitedly, and passionately, putting their short sleeves over their heads, shouting loudly, and singing the popular Little Tigers' song "Love": "Shouting to the sky, saying I love you, telling the wandering white clouds, saying I miss you, letting the sky hear it, letting the white clouds see it, no one can erase our promised vows, wanting to take you to see the ocean, saying I love you.

  The song that was sung by Wang Ao Xuan and Peng Hao, like a single ring machine without electricity, seemed to have touched Luo Xian Jun's nerves. He stepped on the accelerator to 60 yards, his hair blown back by the wind, his shoulders swaying rhythmically from side to side, looking just like Arnold Schwarzenegger in The Matrix. Before the song was even finished, the four red characters of "Xian Zhong Middle School" appeared before their eyes. As soon as they got out of the car, Luo Xian Jun had to be given a slow-motion close-up shot, showing off his coolness.

  A motorcycle suddenly appeared at the school gate, standing upright, attracting many admiring glances, especially from some girls. "Wow! So handsome!" they exclaimed in admiration. At this moment, Peng Hao's eyes widened, and he stared blankly like he had never seen a woman before, drooling and grinning foolishly from time to time.

  Only to see Luo Xianjun's cold expression, he didn't even turn his head and rushed straight to the campus. The two of them also followed immediately, looking at the wall, on which was written: ×× your mother, ×× I love you, ×× arrived here for a tour, ×× called Laozi grandfather, and other corrupt words. At this time, Peng Hao didn't know what he was looking for, his eyes searching everywhere, those agile eyes found half a piece of chalk somewhere and wrote "Three Swordsmen" in chicken claw-like characters on the wall. When Luo Xianjun saw these three words, his eyebrows suddenly rose, and he sneered coldly.

  Wang Ao Xuan first looked at the school environment, walking on the playground, seeing a lawn, basketball court, long jump pit, running track, and table tennis table. He thought to himself that the recreational facilities were not bad, and there was still a big difference compared to their elementary school. Then he turned his head back and found Luo Xian Jun staring at a statue in the school with a deep expression, just like before.

  "Xian Jun, what's wrong? Why are you staring blankly into space?"

  "Do you know why this school is called Xianlie Middle School? Who is this statue of?" Luo Xianjun asked with a deep tone.

  "Who cares who he is? I know him, but he doesn't know me," replied the fat man.

  "Who is it? Do you know? Tell me." Wang Ao Xuan picked up Peng Hao's chubby face.

  "He was a martyr, who was brutally killed by the rightists for the country and is buried in the Martyrs' Pavilion in front of our school. Our school is also named after him. And this martyr had interactions with me and my ancestors." Luo Xianjun said in a low and sad tone.

  "Oh, so that's how it is. By the way, Xianjun, you still haven't told me about your family situation. Tell me today." Wang Ao asked him with interest.

  Lu Xianjun didn't respond, he just gave him a glance, as if the word "family" was his sensitive vocabulary. Then he walked forward directly, without looking back, still with that very cold and proud image!

  "Sanpi, Xianjun seems to have left without a word, he appears to be somewhat unhappy. What's going on?" Peng Hao said drowsily.

  "Shut up, fatty! Don't call me San Pi again. Wasn't my face already thick enough before? If you keep calling me San Pi, watch out or I'll hit you!" Wang Ao Xuan replied somewhat irritatedly.

  Wang Ao Xuan was currently residing inside this statue, carefully observing the person depicted. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel that the person actually looked quite handsome and must have been very young when he died.

  This time, three people came to sign up alone, and their excited emotions can be imagined. Facing the second grade, they may be assigned to one class or not. Whether their feelings can withstand the test, whether they will be affected by the distinction of classes. They don't know, nor do they want to know.

  The three of them walked on the playground, Wang Ao Xuan thought with a smile, that indeed, Shi Lie Middle School could be considered as the town's higher institution, where students with good qualities sang loudly, swept and weeded on the playground. Those without good qualities stood on the teaching building observing us new batch of 7th graders, occasionally whistling, seemingly wanting to mock us. Some even spat from upstairs.

  Some started pulling gangs to collect protection fees, while others hid in the toilets smoking. Some flower-crazy girls simply sat on the grass chatting about which star was handsome, cool, and stylish, saying things like: "He's so handsome, I wish I could marry him!" and "How many good-looking guys are there in this school?" It's really a scene where all sorts of strange things happen.

  After the three of them finished paying, they stood there foolishly staring blankly at the school, when a sudden loud broadcast startled them: "All freshmen, please hurry to the playground for assembly. All freshmen, please hurry to the playground for assembly. Line up in order from tallest to shortest."

  They stood together, the three of them. Luo Xianjun was a bit taller than the other two, but they weren't short either. Luo Xianjun maintained his usual cold and proud demeanor, seemingly not having heard the principal's words on the broadcast. Peng Hao, on the other hand, kept looking around, occasionally pulling at my clothes: "Shh, shh, look at that girl over there, she's pretty good-looking. And that one over there isn't bad either." Even Wang Ao Xuan, who wasn't usually interested in girls, started looking around with him.

  "Fatso, if you think someone else is good-looking, go marry them. Talking is useless."

  "Quiet, quiet, everyone was silent, only to hear you two chattering away. Were you both mute in your past lives? I'm telling you two to go up to the podium and talk, how about it." A fierce-looking teacher suddenly appeared before them (it wasn't until later that they found out this was Huang Jingbiao, a notorious teacher at Xianlie Middle School, one of the "Four Great Iron Fists" with the nickname "Ghostly Fear"). The two immediately fell silent, only exchanging a knowing smile. Afterwards, the three entered a temporary class together. A week later, they would still have to take an exam before being assigned to their permanent classes! At least at that moment, in Wang Ao's heart, it was pretty good to be able to stay together for a few days!

  Those days they didn't attend classes, only received textbooks and desks. But that day Wang Ao Xuan met another killer, nicknamed "Poison Tongue Woman" Zhan Yuan. Zhan Yuan's husband was Huang Jingbiao, one of the four great kings, Ghostly Fear.

  Zhan Yuan walked into the classroom, wearing a pair of high heels with sharp tips, and a mole between her eyebrows. Wang Ao Xuan had a bad feeling about her from the moment he saw her. As it turned out, his premonition was correct. After she entered the classroom, she found that her classmates were chatting, then suddenly slapped two boys in the first row of seats, one on each ear, and told them to get out. The class fell silent at once.

  She patted the dust off her hands and walked up to the podium. With a sly smile, she said: "Everyone, I'll be taking over your classes for the next few days. You can call me Teacher Zhan from now on. My full name is Zhan Yuan. I'm actually a very loving person, but for those students who don't listen, I have my own ways of dealing with them."

  She suddenly raised her voice, startling the whole class, and continued: "For students who don't respect their teachers, what are you doing in school? Your parents pay for you to come here to learn, not to raise pigs or grow crops. If you don't want to study, get out of my classroom! The school will refund your tuition fees immediately. I've met many students like you before and I've dealt with many of them too. You'd better be smart about it."

  Wang Ao Xuan looked at Zhan Yuan, and the poisonous-tongued woman was indeed a poisonous-tongued woman. After a few sentences, she shattered his beautiful fantasy of middle school, and his heart also cooled down a bit. If I were in her class, I'd rather not attend school. This way, it's entirely possible to drive someone crazy. I believe every classmate at that time had the same mindset as me, feeling resentful and fearful.

  After class, classmates started discussing a topic, which was the school's four great kings.

  "My sister said that the Four Great Golden Arhats are particularly vicious when they hit people. They once beat one of their students to death." A student said.

  "Uh-huh, uh-huh, I've heard that too. Liu Chengyi, one of the Four Great Golden Arhats, was also like that. He once hung a student from a tree and beat him," said Classmate B.

  "There's also Zhang Yongsheng, one of the Four Great Bullies, who has a severe nicotine addiction. He once used cigarette butts to burn students and even harassed pretty girls, he's really perverted!" said Classmate C.

  "Guī Jiàn is also like that. He once beat up a dozen or so young hooligans by himself, and four of them ended up seriously injured. He was in the army before," said Classmate D.

  Classmates, you said one sentence and I said another, making everyone's eyes wide with wonder. Before we even saw them, we heard their names. Today, we simply met the poisonous tongue woman, and just one of them made our hearts jump with fear. If all four came together, it would probably be tomorrow's headline news. In Xianlie Middle School, there are many legendary stories about them. Or maybe what was said was more hearsay, but at that time, they indeed gave the Four Heavenly Kings an inexplicable sense of terror.

  The fatty beside him listened with eyes wide open, his body trembling slightly from time to time. Perhaps he was also shocked by the power of the four great golden immortals... The fallen line beside him seemed exceptionally calm, only coldly saying: "It's nothing big, if you provoke me, I'll still beat you up."

  No one knows whether Xianlie Middle School is a paradise or hell on earth. Perhaps the experience inside has just begun. How terrifying will the Four Great Golden Arhats be? Wang Ao Xuan's mind kept thinking.

  Wang Ao Xuan recalled being bullied by others all along, and didn't know how many thugs and so-called gangs were in this school. At this time, he kept fantasizing about the scene of the four heavenly kings joining forces to beat people and their sinister laughter. He dared not think more, and had only one thought in his heart: to be strong, he must use his fists; when encountering a god, kill the god, and when encountering a Buddha, destroy the Buddha!