Respect by Running First

There is a gangster at the outer gate of Qingwu City named Ye Zhiqiu. His mouth is faster than a knife, and his knees are quicker than anyone else's. His classmates treat him as trash, and he himself is happy to be treated as trash - the buds in his pubic area are pressed, the pulse stone is ugly, and it is best that he will never be included in the youth selection list. It's not that it can't be beaten. It's his left eye that gets cold. When the weather changes, frost streaks creep over from the north. People with stronger buds love to be touched. Others said it was the weather, but he said it was time to run. Fight if you can, and look at the sky after you finish. If the sky is clean, step back; if the sky is wrong, run away first. You don't have to lose face, but you must keep your life and escape route. Everyone is vying to ascend, vying to go to the Chengguang Hall and the Heaven Gate to become an immortal. Ye Zhiqiu just felt that the smell was wrong: it felt like paying taxes, not like becoming an immortal. This world is very big, so big that it has no limit. Who else was watching outside, he didn't plan to raise his head and look at each other for the time being. He only did one thing - live until the frost passed, and then come back to make up for what he had not finished. Respect by running first. After running, settle the accounts.