True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

The workmanship of the sachet is really not very good, and there are still many gravel on the ground.

The brown-haired youth stepped down like this, deliberately humiliating Feng Yue, and broke the sachet in a few strokes.

The silk cloth was torn apart, and the medicinal herbs that Ying Zijin had put in it fell to the ground and were stained with dust.

Obviously completely useless.

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

The young man glanced at it, and his eyes were full of disgust. He raised his foot and kicked the broken sachet away: "I thought it was a good thing, that's all? It's really poor."

He has always looked down on Orientals.

There are people from the East who come to study here. One day he can't get used to it on a whim, and he will bully him.

This time when it comes to Irna, the brunette youth is even more intolerable.

In the past few days, he hasn't fought any fights, and his hands have been itching for a long time. Who let this kid hit him at the muzzle of the gun so unknowingly?

"I warn you, on whose territory, be honest." The young man raised his hand and punched Feng Yue's face again, sarcastically, "We can say some things casually, but you No, because you are not qualified, understand?"

After warning again, he let go of his hand.

Feng Yue fell to the ground along the wall, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

It took a long time for his tinnitus to stop and he barely stood 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 put on a mask and returned to the apartment building.

The people who go directly to international competitions add up to around a hundred in the world, so they all live in the same apartment.

It's just that boys are in the lower floors, girls are in the upper floors, and boys are not allowed to go up.

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

Feng Yue didn't plan to tell others about this. After buying some medicines and gauze in the supermarket, he went upstairs.

The brown-haired young man beat him in the face specifically, and the injury was not serious, so it was hard to hide it.

Feng Yue thought, if someone asks about it, he will say that he fell by himself, and he can't let other students be bullied.

Just as he was giving himself medicine, 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 the matter with you?"

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

"You're just talking nonsense with your eyes open." Teng Yunmeng laughed angrily, "It was obviously beaten by someone."

"Did you see it?" Feng Yue gave a wry smile, "I was beaten by Irna's admirer, and it's my fault that I didn't pay attention to my words and deeds."

"Why did he hit you?" Teng Yunmeng was even more angry. "What they said was even more ugly. They used any disgusting words. The victim is guilty?"

Feng Yue bowed his head: "Who made this place really someone else's territory? If it was in China, this kind of thing would definitely not happen."

This time with the team, there are Professor Zuo Li and several honorary professors from Imperial University.

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

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

Before Teng Yunmeng answered, a cool voice sounded: "I have heard it."

Feng Yue was startled and turned his head sharply.

The girl folded her arms and leaned against the door.

There is no warmth in her eyes, but everyone can feel the low pressure that oppresses the nerves.

It's almost breathless.

"Ying, God Ying, you..." Feng Yue stammered, "Why are you back at this time."

"It seems to be just right." Ying Zijin walked in. "Otherwise, I would have been hidden, but you can see at a glance that it was beaten 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, which contained a white ointment.

He didn't hesitate, picked up a cotton swab dipped in ointment and rubbed the wound.

Not only does it not hurt, but it has a refreshing 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, my wound seems to be healing, where did you buy it, I want to buy it too."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"..."

Shut up.

Ying Zijin walked out again, stopped a girl at the entrance of the stairs, and went 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 is going to be drawn tomorrow. She has a lot of friends and went to celebrate for her."

Home Party, the Chinese name is Home Party, is a commercial venue for private parties.

Ying Zijin nodded: "Thank you."

"Well, what, this classmate." The girl summoned her courage, "You, you are so beautiful, can I take a picture with you?"

"If there's something urgent, I'll talk about it later." Ying Zijin returned to Feng Yue's dormitory again, his eyes were cold, "I'll call a car now, let's go over 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 still telling others about his ban on Yue as a joke.

The door was kicked open at this moment, and the sound of "bang" was earth-shattering and overshadowed the music.

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

The other students also stopped and looked over.

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

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

He knew that Ying Zijin would fight, and it was not a problem for one person to fight several big men, so he would definitely not get hurt.

But as a contestant, once she starts, she is likely to face the situation of withdrawing from the competition.

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

Before Feng Yue could speak, the brown-haired youth had already stood up with a sarcastic expression: "Yo, went to rescue soldiers? Still a girl? Say, how do you want me to beat her?"

The corner of Teng Yunmeng's mouth couldn't help twitching.

She had never seen it before, and some people took the initiative to die.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "Is it him?"

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

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

Ying Zijin rolled up his sleeves and walked forward.

The youth still had a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Why, you don't really want to treat me—"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a tightness in his throat.

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

The girl held the brunette youth's collar in one hand and lifted him up just like that.

No one thought of this scene, and Irna was stunned.

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

Feng Yue murmured: "Fuck..."

When he was at Dynasty KTV, he fainted and didn't see Ying Zijin make a move, he just watched the video afterwards.

The video is far less impactful than the scene.

The brown-haired youth did not expect that he would be treated like this, his eyes were fierce: "You are courting death!"

He wanted to fight back immediately, but he only felt that his limbs were paralyzed, and he lost his strength for a while.

Ying Zijin turned his head and looked at Feng Yue: "However he hit you just now, just hit back."

Feng Yue was still in shock and did not regain his senses. After a few seconds, he stepped forward and hesitated: "Ying God, will something happen?"

Ying Zijin just said: "Fight."

Feng Yue didn't hesitate any longer, he squeezed his fist and smashed it down at the brunette youth's face.

The brunette youth was extremely angry: "Stinky boy, you—"

He couldn't finish his words again, because Feng Yue slammed it down with another punch.

After two punches, Feng Yue shook his sore hand: "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, "In those days of war, we in China had a slogan: People don't attack me, I don't attack people. If people attack me, I will punish them."

"I use our etiquette to teach you, what is called hospitality."

"The feeling of not being able to struggle, you can also experience it."

Ying Zijin's hand was still imprisoning the brown-haired young man, and the empty left hand was slowly held up and hit him again.

This punch doesn't seem to be as powerful as Feng Yue's, but it's much stronger than Feng Yue's.

The brunette youth's brain buzzed, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

There was a bloody churning in the throat, and the smell of rust spread.

The brunette youth had bullied many Orientals, and he never thought that one day he would be hung up and beaten by an Oriental girl.

"Let's forget about this matter." Irna finally couldn't stand it anymore, she was very annoyed, "It's normal for boys to have small frictions in private, why do you interfere?"

She saw that Ying Zijin was really disgusted, but it was not that she didn't like it, or she had an inexplicable irritability.

Like an old friend she hates.

But Irna quickly moved the idea out of her mind, and felt that her idea was ridiculous.

Even if she is annoying her old friend, she has to admit that not everyone can compare.

Ying Zijin didn't look at Irna, and didn't give a look.

Instead, he raised his hand and threw a photo of the brunette youth's collar on the ground.

The person in this photo is Irna, and the young brunette likes it very much, so she always carries it with her.

Ying Zijin kicked and kicked the photo in front of Feng Yue: "Tear it up."