The workmanship of the sachet is indeed not very good, and there are a lot of gravels on the ground.

The brown-haired young man deliberately humiliated Feng Yue by kicking him like this, and trampled the sachet to pieces in just a few strokes.

The silk cloth was torn and the medicinal materials that Ying Zijin had packed in it fell to the floor and were stained with dust.

Obviously it is completely unusable.

Feng Yue's eyes were about to burst, but he couldn't stop it at all.

The young man glanced at it, his eyes full of disgust. He raised his foot and kicked the broken sachet away: "I thought it was filled with something good, but this is it? It's really poor."

He has always looked down upon Orientals.

If some Oriental people come here to study abroad, they will get angry and bully them one day.

This time it involved Irna, and the brown-haired young man couldn't tolerate it.

There hasn't been any fighting in the past few days, and his hands have been itchy for a long time. Who let this kid hit his gun without knowing what to do?

"I'm warning you, be honest on whose territory you are on." The young man raised his hand and punched Feng Yue in the face again with a sarcastic smile, "We can indeed say some things casually, but you

No, because you are not qualified, understand?"

After giving another warning, he let go of his hand.

Feng Yue collapsed on the ground along the wall, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

It took him a long time before the ringing 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 did not go to the market again and returned to the apartment building wearing a mask.

The total number of people who have entered the International Competition worldwide is only over a hundred, so they all live in the same apartment.

It's just that boys are on the lower level and girls are on the upper level. Boys are not allowed to go up.

There is an unmanned supermarket on the first floor with everything you need.

Feng Yue didn't intend to take this matter seriously. After buying some medicine and gauze in the supermarket, he went upstairs.

The brown-haired young man hit him specifically in the face. The injury was serious and difficult to conceal.

Feng Yue thought that if someone asked him about it, he would just say that he fell by himself. He couldn't let other students be bullied anymore.

While he was applying medicine to himself, Teng Yunmeng and three other students came down to discuss the problem with him.

After seeing Feng Yue's appearance, Teng Yunmeng was shocked: "Feng Yue, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Feng Yue hissed and gasped, "I fell."

"You are just telling lies." Teng Yunmeng laughed angrily, "This was obviously a beating."

"Did you see it?" Feng Yue smiled bitterly, "I was beaten by Irna's admirer. It's my fault for not paying attention to my words and deeds."

"Why did he hit you?" Teng Yunmeng was even more angry, "The words they said were even more unpleasant. They used all kinds of disgusting words. The victim is guilty?"

Feng Yue lowered his head: "Who said this is really someone else's territory? This kind of thing would definitely not happen in China."

This time, Professor Zuo Li and several honorary professors from Teito University came with the team.

But the professors all live in another building, far away from here.

"Mengmeng, please don't tell Yingshen about this." Feng Yue remembered the most important thing, "I'm afraid that Yingshen will hit you."

Before Teng Yunmeng could answer, a cool voice sounded: "I've heard it."

Feng Yue was startled and turned his head sharply.

The girl crossed her arms and leaned against the door.

There was no warmth in her eyes, but anyone could feel the low pressure that oppressed the nerves.

It's almost breathless.

"Ying, Yingshen, you..." Feng Yue stuttered, "Why are you 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 hit me."

She glanced at the injury on Feng Yue's face, took out a pill box from her pocket and threw it over: "Wipe it."

Feng Yue quickly opened the medicine box and found a white ointment inside.

Without hesitation, he picked up a cotton swab and dipped it in ointment and applied it to the wound.

Not only does it not hurt, but it also gives me a cooling feeling.

Feng Yue grinned and deliberately changed the subject: "Hey, Yingshen, your medicine is so effective. I don't know if it's my imagination. My wound seems to be healing. Where did you buy it? I want to buy it too."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"..."

Fengyue shut up.

Ying Zijin walked out again, stopped a girl at the stairs, and got straight to the point: "Excuse me, do you know where Irna is?"

"She, she should be at the home party on 14th Street." The girl stammered, "Ming, the lottery will be drawn tomorrow. Many of her friends have gone to celebrate her."

Home party, whose Chinese name is home party, is a commercial place for holding private parties.

Ying Zijin nodded: "Thank you."

"Then, what, this classmate." The girl mustered up her courage, "You, you are so beautiful, can I take a photo with you?"

"It's urgent, let's talk about it later." Ying Zijin returned to Feng Yue's dormitory, his eyes calm, "I'll call a car now and we'll go there together."

**

Fifteen minutes later.

14th Street, home party.

The organizer of today's youth party is not Irna, but the boys who are pursuing her.

The brown-haired young man was indeed there, and he was telling others what he had just done about beating Feng Yue as a joke.

The door was kicked open at this moment, with an earth-shattering "bang" that drowned out the sound of the music.

Irna turned her head and frowned when she saw the person coming: "I didn't remember that I invited you."

The other students also stopped and looked over.

Ying Zijin glanced at him: "Feng Yue, identify who it is?"

Feng Yue opened his mouth: "Ying Shen, I..."

He knew that Ying Zijin could fight, and it was not a problem for one person to fight several grown men, so he would definitely not be injured.

But as a contestant, once she takes action, she is likely to face withdrawal.

Ying Zijin still said the same two words, lightly: "Identify."

Before Feng Yue could speak, the brown-haired young man had already stood up with a mocking look on his face: "Hey, you're moving in for reinforcements? She's still a girl? Tell me, how do you want me to hit her?"

Teng Yunmeng couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

She had never seen anyone take the initiative to die.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "Is it him?"

Although these two words are asking, the tone is calm.

Once the candidate is confirmed, it will be easy to handle.

Ying Zijin rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

There was still a sarcastic smile on the young man's lips: "Why, you don't really want to treat me -"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a tightness in his throat.

The next second, his whole body was smashed against the wall.

The girl held the brown-haired young man's collar with one hand and lifted him up.

No one expected this scene, and Irna was stunned.

A few seconds later, a few girls in the crowd screamed in surprise.

Feng Yue murmured: "Fuck..."

When he was at Dynasty KTV, he fainted and did not see Ying Zijin do it with his own eyes. He only watched the video afterwards.

The video is far less impactful than the scene.

The brown-haired young man did not expect that he would be treated like this, with a stern look: "You are looking for death!"

He wanted to fight back immediately, but he only felt a numb feeling in his limbs, and he lost strength for a moment.

Ying Zijin turned his head and looked at Feng Yue: "Just how he hit you yesterday, you can hit him back."

Feng Yue was still in shock and had not recovered. After a few seconds, he stepped forward and hesitated: "Ying Shen, is something going to happen?"

Ying Zijin just said: "Beat."
To be continued...