Chapter 407 Emperor Ying Protects His Own, One Punch Destroys Him [1st Update]
The sachet was not very well made, and there were many pebbles on the ground.
With a stomp, the brown-haired youth deliberately humiliated Feng Yue, quickly destroying the sachet.
The silk cloth tore open, and the medicinal herbs that Ying Zijin had packed inside fell to the ground, covered in dust.
It is clearly completely unusable.
Feng Yue's eyes widened in horror, but he was powerless to stop it.
The young man glanced at it, his eyes full of disdain. He kicked the broken sachet away, saying, "I thought it contained something good. This is all? How stingy."
He has always looked down on Easterners.
If an Asian student comes here to study, he might bully them if he suddenly feels like it.
This time, since it involved Ilna, the brown-haired youth was even more intolerant.
He hasn't been in any fights for the past few days, but he's been itching for a fight for a while now. Who told this kid to be so ungrateful and walk right into his line of fire?
"I'm warning you, behave yourself on whose turf you're on." The young man raised his hand and punched Feng Yue in the face again, his smile mocking. "There are some things we can say freely, but you can't, because you're not qualified, understand?"
After issuing another warning, he finally released his grip.
Feng Yue collapsed against the wall onto the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
It took him quite a while for the tinnitus to stop, and he managed to stand up.
Feng Yue pursed his lips, walked to the trash can, picked up the broken sachet, and put it back in his pocket.
He didn't go to the market again, and returned to his apartment building wearing a mask.
There are only a little over a hundred people worldwide who qualify directly for the international competition, so they all live in one apartment.
The only difference is that the boys are on the lower floors and the girls are on the higher floors; the boys are not allowed to go up.
There is an unmanned supermarket on the first floor, which has everything you need.
Feng Yue didn't plan to tell anyone about this. After buying some medicine and gauze at the supermarket, he went upstairs.
The brown-haired youth had specifically aimed for his face when he was hit; the injury was quite serious and couldn't be hidden.
Feng Yue thought that if anyone asked, he would say that he fell down on his own, so that other classmates would not be bullied.
Just as he was applying the medicine to himself, Teng Yunmeng and three other students came down to discuss a problem with him.
Upon seeing Feng Yue's appearance, Teng Yunmeng was shocked: "Feng Yue, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing," Feng Yue hissed, gasping for breath. "I just tripped and fell."
"You're blatantly lying." Teng Yunmeng laughed in anger. "This was clearly done by a person."
"You noticed?" Feng Yue gave a wry smile. "Being beaten by Ilna's admirers is also my fault for not being careful with my words and actions."
"Why did he hit you?" Teng Yunmeng was even angrier. "The things they said were even worse, they used all sorts of disgusting words, a victim-blaming mentality?"
Feng Yue lowered his head: "It's because this is indeed someone else's territory. This kind of thing would never happen in China."
This time, Professor Zuo Li and several honorary professors from Beijing University accompanied the team.
However, the professors all live in another building, which is far away from here.
"Mengmeng, don't tell Ying Shen about this." Feng Yue remembered the most important thing, "I'm afraid Ying Shen will call."
Before Teng Yunmeng could answer, a cool voice rang out: "I've already heard it."
Feng Yue was startled and turned his head sharply.
The girl stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorway.
Her eyes were devoid of warmth, yet everyone could sense the oppressive, low-pressure atmosphere emanating from them.
It was so intense it almost took your breath away.
"Ying, Ying Shen, you..." Feng Yue stammered, "Why did you come back at this time?"
“It seems to be just right.” Ying Zijin walked in. “Otherwise, I would still be kept in the dark. But you can definitely tell at a glance that it was done by a person.”
She glanced at the injury on Feng Yue's face, took a medicine box from her pocket, and tossed it to him: "Wipe it on."
Feng Yue quickly opened the medicine box, inside was a white ointment.
Without hesitation, he picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in the ointment, and applied it to the wound.
It doesn't hurt at all; instead, it gives a cooling sensation.
Feng Yue grinned and deliberately changed the subject: "Hey, Ying Shen, your medicine is so effective. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but my wound seems to be healing. Where did you buy it? I want to buy some too."
"Stop talking nonsense."
"..."
Feng Yue shut up.
Ying Zijing went out again and stopped a girl at the top of the stairs, getting straight to the point: "Excuse me, do you know where Ilna is?"
“She, she should be at the Home Party on 14th Street.” The girl stammered, “The lottery is tomorrow, and she has a lot of friends who have all gone to celebrate for her.”
Home parties, also known as "hongpa" in Chinese, are commercial venues for holding private parties.
Ying Zijin nodded: "Thank you."
"Um, excuse me," the girl mustered her courage, "you're so beautiful, can I take a picture with you?"
"It's urgent, we'll talk later." Ying Zijing returned to Feng Yue's dormitory, her gaze calm and cold. "I'll call a car now, let's go together."
**
Fifteen minutes later.
14th Street, Home Party.
Today's youth party wasn't hosted by Ilna, but by several boys who were pursuing her.
The brown-haired youth was indeed there, and he was telling others about how he had just beaten Feng Yue as a joke.
The door was kicked open with a loud bang that drowned out the music.
Ilna turned her head and frowned when she saw who it was: "I don't remember inviting you."
The other students also stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Ying Zijing glanced around: "Feng Yue, identify who it is?"
Feng Yue opened his mouth: "Ying Shen, I..."
He knew Ying Zijing could fight; she could easily take on several grown men by herself, so he was certain she wouldn't get hurt.
However, as a contestant, if she makes a move, she may face the prospect of being forced to withdraw from the competition.
Ying Zijing simply replied with those two words: "Identify."
Before Feng Yue could speak, the brown-haired youth stood up, his expression mocking: "Oh, you went to call for reinforcements? And it's a girl? Tell me, how do you want me to beat her up?"
Teng Yunmeng's lips twitched involuntarily.
She had never seen anyone willingly throw their life away.
Ying Zijing nodded slightly: "It's him?"
Although these two words are used in a question, the tone is flat.
Once the candidate is confirmed, things will be much easier.
Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward.
A mocking smile still lingered on the young man's lips: "What, you don't really want to do this to me—"
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a tightness in his throat.
The next second, he was slammed against the wall.
The girl grabbed the brown-haired youth by the collar with one hand and lifted him up.
No one expected this scene, and even Ilna was stunned.
A few seconds later, a few girls in the crowd screamed.
Feng Yue muttered, "Holy crap..."
He fainted at the Dynasty KTV and didn't see Ying Zijing make a move; he only watched the recording afterward.
The impact of being there in person is far greater than that of being on video.
The brown-haired youth hadn't expected to be treated this way either, and his gaze turned fierce: "You're asking for death!"
He wanted to retaliate immediately, but he felt a numbness in his limbs and lost all his strength.
Ying Zijing turned to Feng Yue and said, "Hit him back the way he hit you just now."
Feng Yue was still in shock and hadn't recovered yet. A few seconds later, he stepped forward, somewhat hesitantly: "Ying Shen, is something wrong?"
Ying Zijin simply said, "Fight."
Feng Yue didn't hesitate this time. He clenched his fist and punched the brown-haired youth in the face.
The brown-haired youth was furious: "You brat—"
He didn't get to finish his sentence because Feng Yue threw another punch.
After throwing two punches, Feng Yue shook his sore hands and said, "Ying Shen, I'm done."
He definitely wants to sign up for a combat sports class during the summer vacation.
“I don’t think it’s enough.” Ying Zijin raised her eyes. “Back in the war, our China had a slogan: We will not attack unless we are attacked; if we are attacked, we will certainly retaliate.”
“I will use our etiquette to teach you what hospitality is.”
"You should experience the feeling of being unable to struggle."
Ying Zijing still held the brown-haired youth captive with one hand, and slowly clenched her free left hand, striking him once more.
This punch didn't seem as powerful as Feng Yue's, but it was much stronger.
The brown-haired youth's mind went blank for a moment, his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.
A surge of blood welled up in his throat, accompanied by a metallic taste.
The brown-haired youth had bullied many Asians, and he never imagined that one day he would be hung up and beaten by an Asian girl.
"Let's just leave it at that." Ilna finally couldn't stand it anymore and was very annoyed. "It's perfectly normal for boys to have some minor squabbles in private. Why are you meddling?"
She did feel very uncomfortable looking at Ying Zijing. It wasn't that she disliked her, but she felt a strange sense of irritation.
It was like an old friend she disliked.
But Ilna quickly dismissed the idea, finding it quite ridiculous.
Even though she was annoyed by this old friend, she had to admit that no one could compare to him.
Ying Zijing didn't look at Irna, not even a glance.
Instead, he raised his hand and threw a photo from the collar of the brown-haired youth onto the ground.
The person in this photo is Ilna, whom the brown-haired young man liked very much and always carried with him.
Ying Zijing kicked the photo, sending it flying in front of Feng Yue: "Tear it up."
(End of this chapter)
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