Chapter 407: Emperor Ying protects his shortcomings and blows them up with one punch [1 update]
The workmanship of the sachet is indeed not very good, and there are a lot of gravel on the ground.
The brown-haired young man kicked the sachet intentionally to humiliate Feng Yue, and broke it in a few steps.
The silk cloth was torn, and the medicinal herbs that Ying Zijin had packed inside fell to the ground and were covered with dust.
Obviously it is completely unusable.
Feng Yue's eyes were bloodshot, but he couldn't stop it at all.
The young man took a look, his eyes full of disdain. He raised his foot and kicked the broken sachet away again: "I thought it contained something good, but this is it? Really poor."
He has always looked down on Orientals.
If there are Oriental people studying here, he might bully them if he gets upset one day.
This time, since it involved Irina, the brown-haired young man could not tolerate it even more.
There haven't been any fights in the past few days, and he has been itching to fight. Who made this kid so ignorant as to run into his gun?
"I'm warning you, be honest when you're on someone's territory." The young man raised his hand and punched Feng Yue in the face again, smiling sarcastically, "There are some things we can say casually, but you can't, because you are not qualified, understand?"
After warning again, he finally let go.
Feng Yue collapsed to the ground along the wall, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
After a long time, the tinnitus in his ears stopped 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 the apartment building wearing a mask.
The total number of people who qualified for the international competition was just over a hundred worldwide, so they all lived in one apartment.
It’s just that boys are on the lower level and girls are on the higher level, and boys are not allowed to go up.
There is an unmanned supermarket on the first floor, which has everything.
Feng Yue didn't plan to tell anyone about this. After buying some medicine and gauze in the supermarket, he went upstairs.
The brown-haired young man had hit him specifically in the face, and the injury was serious and difficult to hide.
Feng Yue thought that if someone asked him about it, he would say that he fell on his own. He couldn't let other students get bullied.
Just as he was applying medicine to himself, Teng Yunmeng and three other students came down to discuss a problem with him.
After seeing Feng Yue's appearance, Teng Yunmeng was horrified: "Feng Yue, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Feng Yue hissed and gasped, "I fell down."
"You are simply lying with your eyes open." Teng Yunmeng was so angry that she laughed, "This was clearly a beating."
"You figured it out?" Feng Yue smiled bitterly. "I was beaten by Irna's admirer. It's also my fault that I didn't pay attention to my words and actions."
"Why did he hit you?" Teng Yunmeng was even more angry. "What they said was even more disgusting. They used all kinds of disgusting words. Is this the victim-blaming theory?"
Feng Yue lowered his head: "After all, this is indeed their territory. If it happened in the country, this kind of thing would definitely not happen."
Joining the team this time are Professor Zuo Li and several honorary professors from Imperial Capital University.
But the professors all live in another building, far away from here.
"Mengmeng, don't tell Yingshen about this." Feng Yue remembered the most important thing, "I'm afraid Yingshen will attack me."
Before Teng Yunmeng could answer, a cold voice rang out: "I've heard it."
Feng Yue was startled and turned his head sharply.
The girl folded her arms and leaned against the door.
There was no warmth in her eyes, but everyone could feel the low pressure that oppressed their nerves.
It's almost hard to breathe.
"Ying, Ying Shen, you..." Feng Yue stuttered, "Why did you come back at this time?"
"It seems to be just right." Ying Zijin walked in, "Otherwise I would have been kept in the dark, but you can tell at a glance that it was someone who beat him."
She glanced at the wound on Feng Yue's face, took out a medicine box from her pocket and threw it over: "Wipe it off."
Feng Yue quickly opened the medicine box, which contained a white ointment.
Without hesitation, he picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in ointment and rubbed it on the wound.
Not only does it not hurt, but it also gives you a cool feeling.
Feng Yue grinned and deliberately changed the subject: "Hey, God Ying, your medicine is so effective. I don't know if it's my illusion, but my wound seems to be healing. Where did you buy it? I want to buy it too."
"Stop talking nonsense."
“…”
Feng Yue shut up.
Ying Zijin walked out again and stopped a girl at the stairs and got straight to the point: "Excuse me, do you know where Irna is?"
"She should be at the Home Party on 14th Street." The girl stammered, "The lottery will be held tomorrow, and many of her friends are going to celebrate with her."
Home Party, whose Chinese name is "Hongpa", is a commercial venue for holding private gatherings.
Ying Zijin nodded: "Thank you."
"Um, um, classmate." The girl mustered up her courage and said, "You, you are so beautiful. Can I take a photo with you?"
"It's urgent. Let's talk later." Ying Zijin returned to Feng Yue's dormitory, his eyes cold and calm. "I'll call a taxi now, let's go together."
**
Fifteen minutes later.
14th Street, Home Party.
The organizer of today's youth party is not Irina, but several boys who are pursuing her.
The brown-haired young man was indeed there, and he was telling others about how he had just beaten Feng Yue as a joke.
At this moment, the door was kicked open, and the loud "bang" was so loud that it drowned out the sound of the music.
Irna turned around and frowned when she saw the people coming: "I don't remember inviting you."
The other students also stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Ying Zijin glanced around and said, "Feng Yue, identify who it is?"
Feng Yue opened his mouth: "God Ying, I..."
He knew that Ying Zijin could fight, and it was no problem for him to beat several grown men alone, so he would definitely not get hurt.
But as a contestant, if she takes action, she will most likely face the situation of being withdrawn from the competition.
Ying Zijin still used those two words, calmly: "Identify."
Before Feng Yue could say anything, the brown-haired young man stood up and said sarcastically, "Oh, you went to get help? And it's a girl? Tell me, how do you want me to beat her?"
Teng Yunmeng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
She had never seen anyone willing to die.
Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "Is it him?"
Although these two words were inquiring, the tone was flat.
Once the candidate is confirmed, everything will be easy.
Ying Zijin rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.
The young man still had a sarcastic smile on his face: "Why, you don't really want to do this to me--"
Before he could finish the rest of his words, he felt his throat tighten.
The next second, he was smashed against the wall.
The girl grabbed the brown-haired young man's collar with one hand and lifted him up.
No one expected this scene, and Irna was stunned.
After a few seconds, a few girls in the crowd screamed.
Feng Yue murmured: "Fuck..."
He fainted at the Dynasty KTV at that time and did not see Ying Zijin take action with his own eyes. He only watched the video afterwards.
The video is far less shocking than the live scene.
The brown-haired young man had never expected that he would be treated like this. He looked at him fiercely: “You are looking for death!”
He wanted to fight back immediately, but he felt as if all his limbs were paralyzed and he lost his strength for a moment.
Ying Zijin turned around and looked at Feng Yue: "Fight back the way he hit you just now."
Feng Yue was still in shock. After a few seconds, he stepped forward and asked hesitantly, "God Ying, is there something wrong?"
Ying Zijin just said, "Fight."
Feng Yue didn't hesitate this time. He clenched his fist and smashed it into the brown-haired young man's face.
The brown-haired young man was furious: "You little bastard, you——"
He couldn't finish his words because Feng Yue punched him again.
After throwing two punches, Feng Yue shook his sore hands: "God Ying, I'm done."
He must sign up for a fighting class during the summer vacation.
"I don't think it's enough." Ying Zijin raised his eyes, "During the war, we Chinese had a slogan: If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them. If someone offends me, I will definitely offend them."
"I will use our etiquette to teach you what is called the art of hospitality."
"You should also experience the feeling of being unable to struggle."
One of Ying Zijin's hands was still restraining the brown-haired young man. He slowly clenched his free left hand and hit him again.
This punch doesn't seem to be as powerful as Feng Yue's, but it is much stronger than Feng Yue's.
The brown-haired young man's brain buzzed, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.
There was a surge of blood in the throat, and the smell of rust was spreading.
The brown-haired young man had bullied many Oriental people, but he never thought that one day he would be hung up and beaten by an Oriental girl.
"Let's just forget about this matter." Irna finally couldn't stand it anymore and was very annoyed. "It's normal for boys to have some small frictions in private. Why are you interfering?"
She did find Ying Zijin annoying. It wasn't that she disliked him, but she just felt inexplicably irritated.
Like an old friend whom she hated.
But Irna quickly put the idea out of her mind and felt that her idea was ridiculous.
Even though she was annoyed with her old friend, she had to admit that not everyone could compare to him.
Ying Zijin didn't look at Irna, not even a glance.
Instead, he raised his hand and threw a photo at the collar of the brown-haired young man to the ground.
The person in this photo is Irina. The brown-haired young man likes her very much and always carries her with him.
Ying Zijin kicked the photo in front of Feng Yue and said, "Tear it up."
(End of this chapter)
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