80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

Two sixth-grade students pressed Li Siwang's shoulders firmly and twisted his arms behind his back.

The other went around behind him and grabbed Li Siwang's hair to force him to look up.

There was a worse one behind, which actually kicked Li Siwang's knee hard, and Li Siwang's knee knelt on the ground with a loud "bang".

But Li Siwang gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee when he was kicked, and then struggled to stand up again.

Chen Fugui "haha" sneered: "You are really tough. Today I will let you know that your mouth is harder than a stick, and your hand is harder than a bench."

With that said, Chen Fugui suddenly picked up the wooden stick in his hand and slammed it on Li Siwang's ribs.

With a muffled "bang", Li Siwang gritted his teeth and did not scream, but his eyes turned black with pain and his breathing was stagnant.

And Chen Fugui looked at the wooden stick in his hand, and unexpectedly raised it again, this time it turned out to be slammed onto Li Siwang's head from top to bottom.

A sixth-grade student who held Li Siwang was taken aback, for fear that Chen Fugui's subordinates were not serious or serious and would beat Li Siwang to death.So he let go of his hand subconsciously.

Li Siwang broke free in a pinch, shook his arm and twisted his body.

Although it was half a beat late, the wooden stick still smashed on the head, but at last it didn't make a solid one. It smashed on the forehead at an oblique angle and the stick broke.

The blood flowed along Li Siwang's hair on his face, at the corners of his eyes and nose, as if he had drawn a hideous red mark on his face.

Li Siwang shook his head, shook off the blood beads on his eyelashes, exploded again, and slammed Chen Fugui to the ground.

One punch, two punches, three punches...five punches...

Li Siwang raised his small fist and greeted Chen Fugui's face fiercely. Chen Fugui's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyelids were black and blue.

A few sixth-grade students rushed up nearby, trying to pull Li Siwang away from Chen Fugui.

But Li Siwang was just as crazy, grabbing Chen Fugui by the collar and not letting go, and his small fist made it harder.

A little fat man in the sixth grade started to brutally attack him, handed over a chair, raised it above his head, and slammed at Li Siwang.

The first hit Li Siwang's back, Li Siwang shook his body and stopped.

Li Siwang squinted his blood-soaked eyes, and looked back coldly, making the little fat man tremble.

Li Siwang immediately turned his hand back with another punch, and directly rolled Chen Fugui's eyes white and fainted.

"He, he's crazy." "It's so awesome, it's terrifying." "Run!"

The other sixth-grade students were frightened, and no one dared to do any more, turning around and ran out.

Li Siwang gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and walked step by step towards the little fat man who was still holding a chair, his eyes fierce and aggressive.

"You, don't come here." The little fat man stammered, and the chair in his hand became his only amulet.

When Li Siwang took another step forward, the little fat man was so scared that he slammed the chair in his hand and turned and ran.

Li Siwang's body was swaying, but in fact, he was already at the end of the battle.

Seeing the chair flying towards him, he couldn't even react at all. He just wanted to close his eyes and forget about it.

"Brother." A tender and anxious cry came, and a small figure swooped forward and slammed directly into Li Siwang's arms.

A pair of small hands hugged Li Siwang's waist tightly, and his immature spine stood in front of Li Siwang without fear of pain.