Fan Jianqiang looked at these little ruffians, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old. The younger one was probably only fourteen or fifteen years old. He was already a little speechless. He didn't expect that he, who had even fought against masters in the real martial arts world, would be bullied by dogs.
, such a bunch of brats...
If others knew about this, where would he put this old face?
"What?"
A little kid with pretty features and an earring in one ear said arrogantly: "Fuck! What are you asking for? Isn't your mind full of gutter oil?!" He walked over quickly and slapped him hard, wanting to
A strong slap in the face.
Fan Jianqiang avoided it immediately.
The earring made a sound and cursed: "How dare you avoid it!"
Fan Jianqiang rolled his eyes: "If I don't hide away, will I let you hit me? Idiot!"
"Holy shit, brothers, if you encounter someone with a sharp head, beat him to death!"
These little scoundrels swarmed up to them. Fan Jianqiang avoided them while following the instructions of the costume villain to fight back.
What is very helpless is that although he has a lot of ancient martial arts and even a magical combat guidance system such as ancient costume villains, Fan Jianqiang's body at the moment is that of a serious thirteen-year-old kid.
! The moves of the Crazy Seventy-Two are certainly powerful, but Uncle Fan is now short of hands and feet, and not strong enough. It was okay at the beginning, and he was able to cope with punches and kicks for quite a while.
But after beating for a while, Fan Jianqiang's body couldn't hold on anymore. The pain at the place where he was hit was unbearable, and his strength was consumed quickly. After a while, the battle guidance of the costumed villain could no longer play its role. He was extremely weak.
Due to his body and negligible strength, he was soon beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was dragged to the alley opposite the school.
Uncle Fan was filled with grief and anger, and there was a lot of anger in his chest. Even if all his abilities were restricted, what else could he do if he was given such a weak body?
"Fuck! If you have the guts, beat me to death! If you can't beat me to death, you won't be able to hang out here anymore! And Zhong Xiaowei! Remember this for me, I will definitely raid your home!"
Bang! I got a slap on the head and a kick on my knee joint.
"You're so stupid that you're calling me "I'm so stupid", who are you so stupid?!"
Fan Qiangqiang was so embarrassed and angry that he almost wanted to kill him! If he fell into the hands of these little ruffians today, it would be so unfair for him!
Fan Qiangqiang's mind immediately began to make calculations. This couldn't be done. He had to get a bodyguard or something to follow him. The first thing that came to Fan Qiangqiang's mind was a werewolf with a terrifying height of two meters, but he quickly rejected it because it was too eye-catching.
Already.
Others are not safe. Even the Shen family or the Cheng family are not 100% safe!
After being dragged to the corner of the alley, Earring already had a cigarette in his mouth, puffing out smoke in his mouth, rubbing his arm that was sore from being beaten by Fan Jianqiang just now, and said viciously: "This little Chaihe has beaten me twice.
It hurts!”
"Leave him some souvenirs!" A fat man who seemed to be swollen took out a spring-loaded knife from his trouser pocket, and with a whoosh, the blade popped out.
Zhong Xiaowei on the side finally spoke: "Brother Didi, Brother Xiang, that's it. Don't cause trouble, just teach them a lesson."
Earrings tilted his mouth and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground: "Bah, I was just going to give him a few mouthfuls, but he resisted! Doesn't this make it clear that he doesn't give us face? No, I must give it to this kid today.
Leave it as a souvenir! Otherwise, your tone will not go smoothly!"
Zhong Xiaowei frowned, took out a pack of soft Chinese from his pocket, threw it towards the earrings, and said: "Okay, if we make a big fuss, no one will benefit. Look at Zhong Xiaowei's face. I'll pay for this meal tonight, and you can eat as much as you like."
Drink as you like! Let’s go! Didn’t you see how many people upstairs stretched their heads to watch the show?”
The earring grinned, opened the bag of red soft Chinese, threw one to everyone, put it in his pocket, and said with a smile: "Xiao Weijia is treating us! We have to support it! Let's go!"
Zhong Xiaowei sneered at Fan Jianqiang and said: "Tian Weiye, don't attack me if you have nothing to do in the future! Otherwise, I won't stop them from using the knife next time!"
Fan Jianqiang watched these little kids swagger away without stopping, and walked towards the south gate staff dormitory, calmly and calmly, as if nothing happened just now.
Indeed, for ordinary children, this matter is uncertain and will leave a psychological shadow, but for Uncle Fan, it is not even a fart!
…
The third floor of the staff dormitory.
Eva screamed loudly: "Classmate Tian Weiye, what's wrong with you? Were you beaten?"
"It's a small thing, I accidentally dropped it."
Eva frowned and said, "You are still fighting with others at such a young age?"
"It's really a fall. It doesn't matter. It's just a little bit of skin trauma. Just go back and sleep and it will be fine the next day."
"Don't lie, come with me!"
Eva couldn't help but took Fan Jianqiang's hand and walked to the bathroom, took a towel, put it under the faucet to wet it, and wiped Fan Jianqiang's face. She wiped it gently and carefully, just like a
The eldest sister is taking care of her younger brother.
But at this time, Fan Jianqiang glanced at a pink bra hanging in the bathroom. The size and scale were really comparable to Lin Ningning's!
Eva followed his gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she said angrily: "Where are you looking! He's a little kid but a big kid!"
Fan Jianqiang has been tried and tested for a long time. He has never seen any scenes and has never been with any beauties. His face is not thick enough even if he is painted with cement five times. He smiled calmly and said: "Teacher Eva, I am seeing if you can do it here."
Take a shower.”
"Ah? Oh, you want to take a shower! Then you can use this towel."
Embarrassed, Eva put the towel into his hand, walked to the place where the hood was hung, blocked Fan Jianqiang's sight with her tall figure, put the hood in her hand, and walked out discreetly.
Fan Jianqiang took off his clothes and put them on the sink. Apart from his face being a little red and some bruises on his body, nothing could be seen.
It just feels like my whole body is sore, I've exhausted too much, and I can't get enough.
Looking at his thin arms and legs, as well as the little sprouts under his crotch, Fan Jianqiang sighed, "It's just a little tadpole. Even if Eva spreads her legs, she still has to be able to get in!"
This is a rule that’s trying to trick me! You don’t play like this!
After washing himself, Fan Qiangqiang put on his clothes, combed his hair, arranged it, and walked out.
Eva had prepared several French books and placed them on the coffee table in the living room. When she saw him finishing his bath, she smiled and said, "Tian Weiye, I will give you a few books, which will be helpful for beginners."
Fan Qiangqiang walked over with a smile: "Thank you, Teacher Eva, you are so kind."
Eva smiled and said: "Because I am your teacher."
"Okay, Teacher Eva, then I'll accept it. I'll read it first, and then I'll talk to Teacher Eva."
"Um... do you want to have dinner with the teacher? I make delicious pasta."
Fan Qiangqiang smiled and said: "A Frenchman, he works as an English teacher in China and makes pasta! Teacher Eva, you are so interesting."
"What's weird about this! I'm knowledgeable."
Eva stood up, swung her two long, lotus-white legs, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Wait a minute, Teacher Eva. It's only a little after five o'clock. It's too early to have dinner. How about we... chat in English?"
Eva happily said: "Okay, let's chat then."
This chat lasted for an hour. Eva was surprised by this student. Fan Jianqiang’s vocabulary was simply too great! It would be difficult to do this if you didn’t have a few years and spent time in an English-speaking country!
How did she know that Fan Qiangqiang possessed the skill and talent of a god? How many years? No, it was as familiar as his mother tongue!
Eva was increasingly shocked because Fan, with his strong English vocabulary and authentic London accent, was more qualified to be an English teacher than she was!
When the conversation was almost over, Fan Jianqiang suddenly asked: "Teacher Eva, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not yet, why do you ask? Do you want to introduce your boyfriend to the teacher?"
After a heart-to-heart talk, Eva and Fan Jianqiang were able to talk very well, and their words were no longer so restrained.
"Then, let me be Teacher Eva's boyfriend!"
Eva was startled, then covered her mouth and laughed: "You?! You, in Chinese language, this is an old cow eating young grass, right?"
"Don't you think I'm pretty good?"
Eva kept laughing: "Yes, you are really good and a good young man, but wait until you grow up!"
Fan Qiangqiang said seriously: "If I grow up, Teacher Eva will be my girlfriend, right?"
"When you grow up, I will be old and maybe married."
Eva looked at the time and saw that it was already six o'clock. She stood up, smiled and touched Fan Jianqiang's head, and said: "You read for a while, I will make pasta, and you can eat it after a while."
…
Eva’s cooking skills are pretty good and the pasta is delicious. After Fan Qiangqiang finished eating, Eva sent him downstairs. This French girl has a kind heart and is beautiful, especially her long legs, which are white and tender.
The white one was so charming that Fan Jianqiang was a little reluctant to leave.
He walked out of the school with a smile on his face. When he was on the main road, Fan Jianqiang suddenly didn't know where he should go.
"Is it time to go home now?" Suddenly thinking of Tian Weiye's parents and family, Fan Qianqiang couldn't do anything but ignore him. He didn't know where Tian Weiye's home was, so he found a
At a public phone booth, I called 110 and told 110 the specific location where I was currently, saying that I had been robbed.
Anyway, he was really beaten by those Didigo and Xiang, so it doesn't count as a false police report.
The 110 call center heard that the caller was an underage child and suspected that he was playing a prank, so they asked a few more questions in detail.
The other party asked him how much money he had been robbed. Fan Jianqiang hesitated and honestly confessed that he was not robbed, but was beaten. The other party asked him if he knew the person who beat him. Fan Jianqiang did not intend to confess those people, so he said
He didn't know them, so the other party asked him again if he could find those people. Fan Qianqiang said that he had already run away.
The 110 police officer told me to go home early and stop wandering outside, and cut off the call.
Fan Jianqiang cursed into the busy phone: "If I knew where my home is, would I call you grandsons?"
An idea struck Fan Qiangqiang and he immediately thought of another idea. He asked passers-by where there was a police station nearby.
Enduring the pain all over his body, Fan Jianqiang walked to the police station. As soon as he entered, he chatted a lot in English to the police officer on duty. The police officer on duty was confused and couldn't understand. Fan Jianqiang fainted when he saw it.
succeed, deliberately
He said in Chinese with a weird accent: "I am French... My bag was stolen and I got lost. I have a Chinese friend named Tian Weiye. He is studying at Yangcheng No. 10 Middle School. Can you help me?"
Can you find his home address or phone number?"
The policeman on duty looked him up and down repeatedly: "Are you French? French people have black hair and yellow skin? Are you playing a prank?!"
Fan Jianqiang threw out a series of French words, scolded the policeman, and then said in Chinese: "French nationality, Chinese, do you understand? I grew up in Paris, and I can't speak Chinese very well. You
Can you understand me?"
When it comes to international friends, even if it is a trivial matter, we cannot ignore it, not to mention that the international friends just want to find an address and phone number.
In the past two years, no Japanese lost a bicycle in Wuchang. Then the police in Wuchang went out in large numbers to look for the Japanese. They found it in one day. The TV media praised it desperately, but I don’t know why. On the Internet, the bicycle was found.
This kind of behavior was scolded by friends.
"Wait a minute, I'll help you find it." The policeman on duty didn't dare to neglect.