The workmanship of the sachet was indeed not very good, and there were many pebbles on the ground.
The brown-haired young man had purposely humiliated Feng Yue with this stomp, and with just a few stomps, the sachet was broken.
The silk cloth was torn, and the herbs that Ying Zijin had stored inside fell to the ground and were covered in dust.
It was obvious that it could not be used anymore.
Feng Yue was furious, but he could not stop it at all.
The young man took a look, and his eyes were full of disdain. He raised his leg and kicked the broken sachet away. "I thought it contained something good, and this is it? Poor indeed. "
He had always looked down on Asians.
If there were Asians who came here to study, he would bully them on a whim if he could not stand them.
This time, it involved Irna, and the brown-haired young man could not tolerate it.
He had not fought in the past few days, and his hands were already itching for a fight. Who asked this kid to be so ungrateful?
"I'm warning you, you'd better behave yourself in your territory." The young man raised his hand and punched Feng Yue's face again. He smiled mockingly. "There are some things that we can say casually, but you can't, because you're not qualified, understand?"
After another warning, he finally let go of his hand.
Feng Yue slumped against the wall, and blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
After a long time, the ringing in his ears stopped, and he forced himself to stand up.
Feng Yue pursed his lips, walked to the rubbish bin, picked up the broken sachet, and put it back into his pocket.
He did not go to the market again. Instead, he put on a mask and returned to the apartment building.
There were only a little more than a hundred people in the world who went directly to the international competition, so they all stayed in the same apartment.
It was just that the boys were on the lower floor, and the girls were on the upper floor. Boys were not allowed to go up.
There was a walk-in supermarket on the first floor, and it had everything.
Feng Yue did not intend to tell anyone about this matter. After buying some medicine and gauze from the supermarket, he went upstairs.
The brown-haired young man had specifically hit his face, and the injury was not light, so it was not easy to hide it.
Feng Yue thought that if someone asked about it, he would say that he fell down himself. He couldn't let the other students be bullied.
Just as he was applying the medicine on himself, Teng Yunmeng and three other students came down to discuss with him.
After seeing Feng Yue's appearance, Teng Yunmeng turned pale with fright: "Feng Yue, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing." Feng Yue hissed and gasped. "I fell."
"You're simply lying through your teeth." Teng Yunmeng was so angry that she laughed. "This was obviously hit by someone."
"You can tell?" Feng Yue laughed bitterly. "I was hit by Irna's admirer. It's my fault for not paying attention to my words and actions."
"What right does he have to hit you?" Teng Yunmeng was even angrier. "What they said was even worse. They used all kinds of disgusting words. Is the victim guilty?"
Feng Yue lowered his head. "Who asked this to be their territory? If we were in the country, such a thing wouldn't have happened."
This time, Professor Zuo Li and a few honorary professors from the Imperial Capital University came with the team.
However, the professors lived in another building, which was very far away from here.
"Mengmeng, don't tell Yingshen about this." Feng Yue thought of the most important thing. "I'm afraid that Yingshen will call."
Before Teng Yunmeng could answer, a cold voice sounded. "I already heard it."
Feng Yue was shocked and turned his head.
The girl crossed 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 was almost suffocating.
"Ying, Yingshen, you …" Feng Yue stuttered. "Why are you back at this time?"
"Looks like it's just the right time." Ying Zijin walked in. "Otherwise, I would have been kept in the dark. But you can indeed tell at a glance that it was hit by someone."
She glanced at the wound on Feng Yue's face, took out a medicine box from her pocket and threw it over. "Wipe it."
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 rubbed it on the wound.
Not only did it not hurt, but it also felt cool.
Feng Yue grimaced and deliberately changed the topic. "Hey, Yingshen, your ointment is too effective. I don't know if it's my illusion, but my wound seems to have started to heal. Where did you buy it? I want to buy it too."
"Cut the crap."
"…"
Feng Yue shut up.
Ying Zijin walked out again and stopped a girl at the staircase. She went straight to the point. "Sorry to disturb, do you know where Irna is?"
"She, she should be at Home on 14th Street.
Party。” The girl stuttered. "Tomorrow, tomorrow will be the draw. She has a lot of friends, and they all went to celebrate with her."
Party, the Chinese name for the party, was a commercial venue for private gatherings.
Ying Zijin nodded. "Thank you."
"Well, well, this student." The girl plucked up her courage. "You, you're too beautiful. Can I take a picture with you?"
"It's urgent, we'll talk later." Ying Zijin returned to Feng Yue's dormitory with a cold gaze. "I'll call a car now, let's go together."
**
Fifteen minutes later.
14th Street, Home.
Party。
The organizer of today's youth party was not Irna, but a few boys who were pursuing her.
The brown-haired young man was indeed there, and he was still telling others about how he had beaten up Feng Yue.
At this moment, the door was kicked open. "Bang!" It was so loud that it covered the sound of the music.
Irna turned around. When she saw who it was, she frowned. "I don't remember inviting you guys."
The other students also stopped what they were doing and looked over.
Ying Zijin glanced at them. "Feng Yue, identify. Who is it?"
Feng Yue opened his mouth. "Yingshen, I …"
He knew that Ying Zijin knew how to fight. It was not a problem for her to beat up a few men, so she definitely would not get hurt.
But as a contestant, once she got into a fight, she might have to withdraw from the competition.
Ying Zijin still said the same two words. "Identify."
Before Feng Yue could speak, the brown-haired young man had already stood up with a mocking expression. "Oh, you're asking for help? And it's a girl? Tell me, how do you want me to beat her up? "
Teng Yunmeng's mouth twitched.
She had never seen anyone who would willingly send themselves to death.
Ying Zijin nodded slightly. "It's him?"
Although it was a question, her tone was flat.
Now that the candidate had been confirmed, it was easy to handle.
Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves and walked forward.
The young man still had a mocking smile on his face. "Why, you're not really going to …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt something tighten around his throat.
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 just like that.
No one had expected this to happen. Even Yerna was stunned.
A few seconds later, a few girls in the crowd screamed.
Feng Yue muttered, "F * ck …"
When he was at Dynasty KTV, he fainted and did not see Ying Zijin fight with his own eyes. After that, he only watched the video.
The video was not as impactful as the scene.
The brown-haired young man did not expect to be treated like this. His gaze was fierce. "You're asking for it!"
He wanted to fight back immediately, but he felt his limbs go numb and he lost all his strength.
Ying Zijin turned and looked at Feng Yue. "Hit him back the same way he hit you yesterday."
Feng Yue was still in a state of shock. A few seconds later, he stepped forward and asked hesitantly, "Ying Shen, could something have happened?"
Ying Zijin only said, "Hit him."
Feng Yue did not hesitate anymore. He clenched his fist and punched the brown-haired young man's face.
The brown-haired young man was furious. "Brat, you —"
Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Yue threw another punch at him.
After two punches, Feng Yue shook his sore hand. "Yingshen, I'm done."
He must sign up for a martial arts class during the summer vacation.
"I don't think it's enough." Ying Zijin looked up. "During the war, the Hua people had a slogan. If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If people offend me, I'll retaliate.
"I'll use our etiquette to teach you what it means to treat a guest."
"You should experience the feeling of not being able to struggle."
Ying Zijin still had one hand on the brown-haired young man. She slowly raised her empty left hand and punched him again.
This punch did not seem as strong as Feng Yue's, but it was much stronger than Feng Yue's.
The brown-haired young man's brain buzzed. His vision turned black and he almost fainted.
There was also a bloody taste in his throat. There was a rusty taste spreading.
The brown-haired young man had bullied many Asians. He never thought that one day, he would be hung up and beaten by an Asian girl.
"Let's just forget about this." Irna finally couldn't stand it anymore. She was very annoyed. "It's normal for boys to have small conflicts in private. Why are you interfering?"
She looked at Ying Zijin and felt disgusted. It wasn't that she didn't like her. It was just that she felt inexplicably annoyed.
She was like an old friend that she hated.
But Irna quickly pushed this thought out of her mind. She even thought that her idea was ridiculous.
Even if she hated this old friend of hers, she had to admit that not everyone could compare to her.
Ying Zijin didn't look at Irna. She didn't even look at her.
Instead, she raised her hand and threw a photo on the brown-haired young man's collar to the ground.
The person in the photo was Irna. The brown-haired young man liked it very much and always carried it with him.
Ying Zijin kicked the photo in front of Feng Yue. "Tear it up."
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