Chapter 215 I'm afraid it hurts a bit

Everyone was startled by Zhao Zihong's jumpy behavior and looked at her.

Zhao Zihong was seen standing there, looking at his clenched fists.

"Did I just knock that burly foreigner over?"

Everyone rolled their eyes. Well, I don't know if Zhao Zihong really just realized it now, or if he was just playing Versailles with everyone.

"Let's go quickly. Let's go back to the pharmacy next to the school and buy some safflower oil to rub on you. I think your arm still doesn't hurt enough."

Hearing Song Tang's words, Zhao Zihong quickly got into the car with a smile.

In fact, she herself knew that the problem was not serious. If it were the old her, her arm would have been injured to some extent if Johnson had kicked her so fiercely.

But who is Zhao Zihong? She is the one who got the martial arts secret book of Wei Wu. After learning from him for so long, she has learned some techniques of unloading force very well.

So now only the skin on her forearms looks slightly red and swollen.

We went to a drugstore near the school and bought some safflower oil for traumatic injuries. We decided to have a meal before going back.

This is an inconspicuous snail noodle shop. It smells stinky but tastes delicious. It is so refreshing to have such a bowl of spicy snail noodle on a cold day.

The four of them were sweating profusely while eating noodles when the door of the shop was suddenly opened and a customer came in.

There were six young teenagers, four boys and two girls, who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. Their appearance was the same as the spirited little shakers on the Internet.

It's so cold, one of them is showing his ankles, the other is wearing short sleeves, and they are wearing too little clothes. I don't know if they are really not afraid of the cold, or if they are just trying to look cool.

The six people were laughing and joking when they entered the store. They looked quite happy. But if the legs with exposed ankles didn't shake, and the ones wearing short sleeves didn't shiver, I think other people in the store would really believe it.

Song Tang and his three friends were slurping noodles while observing these half-grown and energetic young men and women. You know what, the guys weren't ugly, and the two young women were pretty too.

"Boss, two bowls of noodles."

One of them, who looked like the leader among them, walked to the kitchen door and called out to the boss who was busy in the kitchen.

This kind of small shop run by a couple is usually like this, they just come in and shout out their wares.

"Forty." The kitchen door curtain was lifted and the proprietress came out to collect the money.

I saw the four young men from the spiritual group start to search their pockets. They searched their bodies thoroughly and pulled out handfuls of cash of various denominations. After counting, they found that it was just enough, with two dollars left over.

After paying for the two bowls of noodles, the leader took a look and used the remaining money to buy a braised egg.

The boys were quite kind and left the only egg for the two little girls.

No wonder people on the Internet say that even though Xiaoyaozi has no money, he can call a lot of girls with just one phone call.

They are so devoted that they even leave an egg for the girls. There must be a reason why little girls love playing with them.

The six people at the table over there were having a lively time, while Song Tang and the other three looked at each other in bewilderment. This was the first time they had seen such a scene, and it was an eye-opener for them.

When Song Tang was poor, he would calculate how much money he had on him before he dared to ask for money when he wanted to buy something.

No matter how much money they have on them, they come in and order the food first before checking if they have enough money.

Song Tang actually wanted to ask them, what if the money they found was not enough?

Six people, two bowls of noodles, and they ate them so quickly.

The two girls ate first, and after they were done, they handed the food to the four boys, who took turns taking a bite, and even drank up the soup.

Seeing this scene, Han Jing and Ye Jin turned their gaze to Zhao Zihong and Song Tang beside them.

Zhao Zihong and Song Tang looked at each other in tacit understanding. My goodness, if they were replaced by the two girls opposite, the four boys wouldn't have to wait, and there would be no soup left.

They both looked down at the bowl in front of them at the same time. Indeed, it was almost empty.

"Hey, Ermao, lend me ten dollars. I don't have any money for billiards. I'll pay you back in two days."

"Yeah, fine then. Let's meet at the entrance of the billiard hall later."

The leader hung up the phone with a proud look on his face. It seemed that their next stop would be the billiard hall.

When Song Tang and the others were halfway through their meal, six people came in. As a result, everyone finished eating at the same time. It seems that having more people means not only more power, but also faster eating.

Both parties stood up and prepared to leave at almost the same time. Six young boys and girls walked in front, laughing and joking. While they were eating, they also observed Song Tang and the other three. They were all amazed by Song Tang's appearance.

The two little girls kept secretly glancing at Song Tang even after they left the house, their eyes full of envy. How could someone be so handsome?

Song Tang and the other three could not understand why these half-grown children were always so happy.

Therefore, different people have different ways of living, and there will always be happiness that others do not understand.

Looking at the children's backs gradually walking away, Zhao Zihong suddenly said, "How about we go play billiards too? Do you know how to play? I'm really good at playing billiards."

The other three people refused in unison, which made Zhao Zihong dumbfounded. Was it so unanimous and straightforward?

Not to mention that it's already quite late and it's getting dark, and no one is interested in playing billiards.

"Hurry up, don't waste time. You have to apply medicine when you go back. You're thinking about playing billiards with an injured arm." Ye Jin said, and raised his little hand and pretended to slap Zhao Zihong's forearm. Zhao Zihong was so scared that she ran into the car.

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“Oh my god!”

In the dormitory, Zhao Zihong's screams scared Song Dabo so much that she ran into the bathroom, just like when she was scared and ran into the car before.

"Why are you yelling? It doesn't hurt that much. If you don't rub it harder, it will probably turn blue tomorrow."

Han Jing said unhappily while rubbing Zhao Zihong's wound with safflower oil.

How could Zhao Zihong, a martial artist, not know this principle? But sometimes he still had to shout out when he suddenly felt pain.

Ye Jin and Song Tang sat on the side eating melon seeds, and teased Zhao Zihong for not being manly enough, which made Zhao Zihong so angry that he rolled his eyes.

"All right, hand me that arm."

Han Jing moved Zhao Zihong's arm away after applying the medicine, and stretched out her hand for Zhao Zihong to put the other arm over.

Zhao Zihong shrank back in the chair, looking hesitant: "I'm afraid it will be a bit painful~."

Han Jing was speechless for a moment. Why do you, a person from Northeast China, learn Sichuan dialect?

"It doesn't hurt. Trust me."

Before Han Jing, who was from Sichuan, could say anything, the two people watching the fun nearby spoke in unison, and then they both burst into laughter.

Han Jing snatched Zhao Zihong's other arm in a bad mood, and while applying safflower oil to her, she said, "Stop showing off. I think you are not in pain, and you still have the leisure to joke around."

"Wait until I finish rubbing the medicine on you, then you can go and become bigger and stronger and create more glory."

Everyone burst into laughter, even Zhao Zihong grimaced and tried to hold back the pain while laughing.

Just as they were having fun, Han Jing exerted force with her hand and Zhao Zihong, who was smiling foolishly, changed her expression instantly.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts so much!”