In Li Zhenguo's eyes, the reason why Ye Ling was able to defeat Zhang Xiaojun was mainly because of the sneak attack. If it was a direct confrontation, Ye Ling was still not enough.
Li Zhenguo stood up with a whoosh and walked out with disrespectful steps. However, when he passed by Ye Ling's table, he still glanced at Ye Ling out of the corner of his eye, worried that he would be ambushed.
However, Ye Ling did not even look at Li Zhenguo when he walked to the door.
Li Zhenguo heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, but at the same time, he could not help but laugh. Although a rabbit would bite when it was anxious, a rabbit would always be a rabbit and could not turn into a wolf.
"Let's go, what are you waiting for?"
Li Zhenguo waved at the male students behind him.
Ye Ling remained silent.
The male students looked at each other, exchanged glances, and stood up one after another before walking out.
Ye Ling's silence was taken as an act of admitting defeat. The image of a ruthless man had just been established, but it was already on the verge of collapse.
However, Ye Ling didn't take these things to heart. He didn't care how others looked at him, nor did he care about his duties as the class monitor. He just wanted peace and quiet.
"I'll give you one minute. Those who want to go out can leave now. Those who want to study can stay. Don't disturb others.”
Ye Ling looked around the class and said slowly.
"Aiyo, why are you pretending? I'm not leaving. I'm not learning. I'm just chatting. What can you do?”
When Li Zhenguo heard Ye Ling's words, he sneered in disdain and sat on the podium with a bold and imposing manner. It was obvious that he wanted to embarrass Ye Ling.
Ye Ling rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He really had his nose in his mouth. It seemed that the thinking of an old man was really not suitable for interacting with young people.
Ye Ling stood up helplessly.
"You want to fight? He had tricked Zhang Xiaojun into not knowing his surname!”
Li Zhenguo smiled disdainfully when he saw Ye Ling stand up. Then, he shook his neck, pinched his joints, and jumped up and down, assuming an American boxing stance.
Shaking the neck, pinching the joints, and putting on airs were common dueling practices among primary and secondary school students in the 1980s. Regardless of whether they knew how to do it or not, the process had to be followed, and the posture had to be awesome.
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, the students in the class became excited.
It was the nature of Chinese people to like to watch the show, regardless of gender or age.
"Li Zhenguo, don't go too far! Ye Ling, don't lower yourself to his level. Why bother with such a bad student!”
Xia Qingqiu, who had been studying with his head lowered, finally couldn't help but open his mouth and scold angrily.
Li Zhenguo glared at Xia Qingqiu and said rudely,"What does it have to do with you? Stop and learn from you. If you continue to talk nonsense, I won't be polite.”
In the past, he had given Zhang Xiaojun face and had always kept a respectful distance from Xia Qingqiu. Now that such a thing had happened, Zhang Xiaojun and Xia Qingqiu probably didn't have a chance, so there was no need for him to give face.
When had Xia Qingqiu ever suffered such grievances? His eyes reddened.
Ye Ling's face instantly darkened. Patting Xia Qingqiu on the head, he said softly,"No, I'll help you vent your anger."
After saying that, Ye Ling picked up his school uniform jacket and wrapped it around his hand. Then, he stepped on the desk and quickly stepped on the desks of the students in the fourth row, the third row, and the second row.
"Aiyo!"
"F * ck…"
Cries of surprise rang out.
Ye Ling landed on the desk in the first row and suddenly jumped up, punching Li Zhenguo in the air.
In actual combat, jumping up was a big taboo. It was not conducive to exerting strength. Moreover, the gap was too big and it was easy to be countered. However, the opponent was only a junior high school student. The possibility of seeing the gap and countering was less than one in ten thousand.
In other words, a king needed to be serious when fighting against a bronze?
Ye Ling's intention was to establish his power in a strong enough way. This way, it would save him a lot of trouble in the future.
And Ye Ling's plan had indeed achieved practical results.
All the students in the class were dumbfounded.
Li Zhenguo was also dumbfounded. He even forgot to dodge.
Just now, he had simulated the fight between him and Ye Ling countless times in his mind. He was still thinking about how to guard against Ye Ling's possible underhanded moves, but he never expected Ye Ling to use this move.
At that time, there was only one thought in Li Zhenguo's mind.
F * ck! Does this dog know martial arts?
"Bang!"
A punch landed squarely on Li Zhenguo's face.
Li Zhenguo saw the starry sky in an instant. Accompanied by a sharp ringing sound, he fell straight to the ground.
One punch, k.o.
Silence!
It was extremely quiet!
Because the scene was too shocking and unbelievable, almost everyone's brains were in a state of shock.
Ye Ling ignored Li Zhenguo and walked up to the podium to look down at the class. He said in a low voice,"Who else?"
All the students in the class snapped back to their senses and looked at Ye Ling on the podium in horror. Goosebumps rose all over their bodies.
This damn pressure!
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