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  "Teacher Yang, something's wrong." Fang Qian rushed directly into the office, her tone panicked.

  "What's wrong, take your time, no rush." After lunch, there were not many people in the office. Yang Dongxuan stood up. Fang Qing was usually lively and cheerful, but she was very polite when entering the office.

  "Song Yunqiu is surrounded by people outside the school gate, you go and rescue her quickly."

  "What's going on outside the school gate? Hurry up, where are the security guards and police? Damn it..." Yang Dongxuan cursed as he rushed out, not even waiting for Fang Qian to lead the way.

  Pingqiu City is located in the northwest of Jiangnan Province, with a remote and rugged geographical location. However, it has two railways intersecting within the city, as well as one expressway and two national highways connecting to the provincial capital. The flow of people coming and going is not small, especially in the southern district where the city's train station and long-distance bus station are located, with a chaotic crowd and also being the most complex place for public security.

  Pingqiu City No. 1 Middle School is located in the suburbs of Chengnan District, but saying it's in the suburbs is a statement from over a decade ago. As of today, Pingqiu City No. 1 Middle School has been surrounded by rows and rows of buildings. Walking out of school, there's an alleyway at the entrance that stretches for nearly two hundred meters before reaching the main street outside. This area is where some social misfits love to loiter.

  Every time school is dismissed, this street is especially crowded. Apart from students, there are also people who come here to pick up their children after school, including social hooligans and students from other schools, as well as parents. When the evening self-study session is dismissed, nearly a thousand students and parents gather on this street, and it takes half an hour to walk through the 200-meter-long street. The Nanshan District has set up a police station at the other end of the alley, and there are also special police officers stationed at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School, but in recent years, the situation has not improved much.

  At noon, the vast majority of parents are not free, and it is the best time for hooligans from Chengnan District to flirt with young girls and bully weak students. Although the city and Chengnan District have carried out several special rectifications, the effect has been minimal. During the rectification period, everything was calm, but after that, it was back to normal. From time to time, there were female students being teased, pulled, pinched, and pushed by hooligans, and some male students took advantage of the situation to cause trouble. There were also cases where male students saw injustice and fought, and incidents of fighting and quarreling did not decrease.

  Rushing out of the guard room, there was no one outside the gate. Yang Dongxuan saw a crowd gathered at the corner and estimated that Song Yunqiu and others were there, so he sped up. In just over 50 meters, he rushed to the corner and saw several people forming a circle. As soon as Yang Dongxuan reached the back of the crowd, he knew these people were causing trouble, so he pushed forward with both hands, pushing away the people in front of him.

  The crowd surged forward, and Yang Dongxuan saw that Song Yunqiu was indeed inside. She was being held by someone's hand, seemingly about to be dragged away, while three others stood around her, blocking her path. Yang Dongxuan pushed the person in front of him aside, took a step forward to Song Yunqiu's side, grabbed the hand holding Song Yunqiu, and squeezed it tightly, wanting to vent out the urgency and hatred in his heart.

  That man couldn't bear the pain of his hand being pinched, and let go of Song Yunqiu. The sudden change left him reacting too slowly. He only felt the pain in his hand and saw someone grabbing it, interfering with his good deed. In a rage, he cursed out loud, "Damn bastard, dare to ruin old man's... Ahh... Oww!" Before the man could finish cursing, Yang Dongxuan was furious, pinched his mouth shut even harder, and couldn't bear it anymore, bowing his waist and screaming in pain.

  There is a hole in the wrist, pinching it will be painful, Yang Dongxuan learned it when he was young and practiced boxing in the village. He had never used it before, today he also panicked and angrily used it to punish this person.

  Turning his head to look at Song Yunqiu beside him, this little witch really made people wonder what to do. He was also angry in his heart and shouted at her, "What's going on? Why aren't you in the classroom at noon, coming out of school to do something?"

  "Mind your own business."