Follow the army to the island, the rebellious male protagonist was led by me to counterattack

Chapter 304 Despotism Refuses
Haiming Island, the junior high school playground.

It's called a playground, but it's really just a relatively flat area with gravel on the ground and a dilapidated wooden basketball hoop, weighed down by two large stones.

The children stood in rows and rows, looking down at each other from the podium.

"It takes forever to get in line."

"Fifth column, ninth one!"

A pebble hurtled through the air and struck the knee of the ninth student in the fifth row.

"Don't you have any bones? Can't you stand up?"

The student looked defiant, but dared not actually cause any trouble, and reluctantly stood still.

Summer was in full bloom.

"I know you're not convinced, and I don't need you to be convinced. Do you know why?"

Below them were teenagers, rebellious in their youth, their eyes defiant, looking down at Shi Xia with their noses in the air.

"Because you can't beat me!"

"Because you can't do anything about me!"

"Because all the tricks you use to deal with others don't work on me, so you're resentful and should keep it to yourself!"

Shi Xia's blatant boasting and mockery made a group of kids' rebellious spirits itch.

The sun was high in the sky, and its scorching heat stung my skin.

Shi Xia insisted that the children stand in the sunlight, and if any of them stood improperly or crooked even slightly, she would throw a pebble with pinpoint accuracy.

Some children wanted to run, thinking that with so many people running together, Shi Xia couldn't stop them at all.

As a result, bursts of gunfire rang out in their ears, scaring a group of children into running away with their heads in their hands.

"Do you think you can get away with anything because of the sheer number of people? Do you think I won't dare to fire a shot?"

"I'm so sorry, there's nothing I'm afraid to do."

“Bring these ringleaders up here and have them stand next to me so everyone can see clearly who has suffered a crushing defeat.”

The thirty helpers assigned to Shi Xia came up with several children, their heads held high, still defiant.

"Go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

Shi Xia looked at the boy who had shouted, clicked her tongue, and walked around him once.

"You're absolutely right, I can't shoot you, but you know how marksmanship is, sometimes you can miss. If you can handle that, then you should just run."

"And also, do you feel proud to be standing here?"

"Heh, how naive!"

"Guards, bring the torture!"

The boy screamed in terror at the word "Guards, come and torture us!"

"You dare! If you dare lay a hand on me, my dad won't let you get away with it!"

"I didn't, Comrade Shi Xia, do as you please!"

A man who bore a striking resemblance to the boy stepped forward, raised his arm, and shouted, "Son, your father is powerless to help you. You'd better take care of yourself!"

boy:"……"

One father shouted, and many fathers were drawn out.

"My son, you must be obedient."

"Third son, your old bones are really too weak to do anything about it."

"Daughter...take care."

Each parent spoke as if it were their last meeting, their words more resolute than the last.

The children were somewhat panicked.

"To reward your commendable spirit of escaping, I will reward each of you with a turtle on your forehead."

"Don't move. My drawing skills aren't that great. Don't blame me if you mess it up."

Shi Xia took a brush and began to draw turtles on each child's head.

The child resisted and tried to move, so the thirty helpers came in handy. For a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, such punishment was worse than death.

What a disgrace!
Does he still want to save his face?
The boy whose turtle was drawn stared at Shi Xia through gritted teeth, ready to unleash his saliva.

"You should keep it for yourself."

Shi Xia made a precise judgment and struck the boy in the throat with a palm strike. The boy gagged and swallowed everything.

Shi Xia stepped back in disgust.

"Come on, let's take off your shoes and give you a foot massage."

The tingling sensation of feathers sliding past is something few can resist.

Before long, the children started writhing as if they were having a seizure, crying and laughing and begging for mercy to stop.

"It's only been a short while, and I haven't even shaved your heads yet. What kind of character do you think should be shaved on them?"

"Idiot? Fool? Or treacherous minister?"

"It's okay, I can learn it."

Shi Xia pushed her clippers over, and the boys, who were about to burst out laughing, had already broken down.

"No, no!"

"Don't touch my hair!"

Shi Xia's eyes suddenly turned stern.

"Don't touch your hair?"

"Then why do you touch other people's hair? What's the fun in that?"

"Tell me, speak!"

A question was uttered, and the entire playground fell silent.

Zhu Xiaohong's mother silently shed tears. Her desire to die suddenly rekindled. Actually, being alive wasn't so bad. At least she could see such a satisfying scene.

Shi Xia casually tossed the clippers aside.

Turn around.

"Your indiscriminate arguing, which ignores right and wrong, truth and falsehood, and resorts to a one-size-fits-all approach, is utterly hypocritical and despicable, solely for the sake of satisfying your own selfish desires!"

"Disgusting, despicable!"

"A bunch of self-proclaimed righteous and truth-seeking brats whose brains haven't even fully developed yet!"

"You only panic when the clippers are falling on your own heads. Why didn't you think about that when you were the executioners?"

"A bunch of spineless cowards who only know how to bully the weak!"

Shi Xia's disdainful gaze was so intense that none of the children below dared to meet her eyes.

She spoke about their most authentic side.

"Who else wants to run?"

No one dared to make a move.

"Okay, I know you're not convinced, and I know you're all planning how to cause trouble later."

"It's alright, you can make your plans. I, Shi Xia, welcome all comers, and I will not tolerate tyranny!"

Shi Xia, with her hands behind her back, helped the children off the stage and back into the group.

"Everyone, stand in close formation!"

The group quickly assembled, and 138 people stood in close formation.

“Very good. You want to feel sorry for the working class, right? I think that’s excellent.”

"So, for the next period of time, I will meet all your needs and make sure you experience the hardship of running around."

"Attention, everyone! About face! Forward march!"

Shi Xia stepped down from the podium, waved her hand, and thirty assistants followed, leading more than a hundred people away in a grand procession.

(End of this chapter)