When I was in the first year of junior high school, I was blocked three times in the back streets by gangsters from vocational high schools. They robbed me of money, stamped on my shoes, and slapped me in the face. This became a common occurrence. My parents could only let me take a detour, but the more I hid, the more they chased and bullied me.
Until I bumped into my deskmate Lin Xiaoran who was blocked, and watched her crying while her school bag was being searched, I picked up the bricks and rushed forward. I ended up being beaten even harder, but she took the opportunity to run away. Later, her cousin Akun, a "somewhat famous" person in the neighborhood next door, came forward and said a few words to Huang Mao, and those people never dared to look for me again.
When Lin Xiaoran gave me a chocolate to say thank you, I looked at the dim street lights in the back street, and for the first time I felt that "hanging out" was not a bad thing. It was to avoid being bullied and to protect the people I wanted to protect.
It's just that I didn't understand at the time that once I embarked on this road of martial arts, it would be difficult to turn back. The complexity of the backstreets is far more difficult to learn than the formulas in textbooks.
