Bang!

His hand suddenly slammed downwards, and Park Junjian's forehead hit the ping-pong chopping board.

He raised his hand and the blood on his forehead was broken.

Zhou Wen's face was calm and continued to smash it.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

"I was wrong! Please let me go!"

After a few strokes, Park Joon-jin shouted.

Strong, too tough.

This is the first time Park Junjian has seen such a fierce Chinese.

"You said, why are you looking for death?" Zhou Wen asked.

"I was wrong, I never dared again!" Park Junjin shouted.

Zhou Wen's movements stopped.

Park Junjian's face was covered with blood, his forehead was flowing down, and his eyes were red.

The female companion next to her was so scared that she sat on the ground.

"I'll say it again, Teacher Zhou is my friend." Zhou Wendao.

"Yes, yes, I will never harass Teacher Zhou again." Park Junjian shouted.

Zhou Wen let go of his hand, picked up the schoolbag on the ground, and left the gymnasium.

After leaving, the female companion next to her took the medicine box and gave it to her

Park Junjian's wound is disinfected and bandaged.

"This matter cannot be forgotten like this!" Park Junjian said viciously.

His personality must not be able to withstand such a thing.

His head was covered in blood and his teeth were trembling when he was dealing with the wound.

Fortunately, it was in the gymnasium, and no one else knew about it.

Park Junjian thought for a while and took out his cell phone.

"Brother, lend me some Silla Wei." Park Junjian said angrily.

"What are you doing?" asked the person on the other side of the phone.

"I was beaten at school." Park Junjian said directly.

The other end of the phone was his brother, and he knew exactly what he looked like.

"Don't you use Silowei?" asked on the other side of the phone.

"It must be used, I want that guy to know who has the final say in Goryeo!"

Park Junjian was angry and wanted to kill Zhou Wen.

"Okay, I can only lend you three Silla Guards. You must know that Silla Guards are our precious asset of Jinya and there is no need to lose it!" The man opposite said.

"Brother, don't worry, it's just dealing with an international student. Silla Wei is more than enough." Park Junjian said impatiently.

When the phone rang out, Park Jun-jin's wound was bandaged.

"Brother, do you think you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? If you have a concussion, it will be bad."

A subordinate reminded.

Park Junjian's face turned pale again, and he said in a deep voice: "Forget it, let's go to the hospital for a look."

After taking the course for a day, Zhou Wen returned to the dormitory.

When I arrived at the dormitory, the roommate was sitting in the living room, smoking and playing games.

"Brother, do you smoke?" The man threw the cigarette box over.

Zhou Wen grabbed the cigarette box in the air and threw it back.

Bang!

The cigarette box fell steadily on the table and stood up.

"Thank you, don't smoke." Zhou Wen said with a smile.

"Stop smoking." The boy had a little disgusted look on his face.

Zhou Wen didn't care, and returned to the house and put down the things.

In the living room, this boy was playing a game and scolding.

After waiting for a while, the game was over.

"Brother, my name is Wang Xiuyuan. What about you, the trade business at home?" The boy stretched out his hand and asked.

Zhou Wen held him and said, "My name is Ren Chao. I don't do anything at home. I am an exchange student."

"Oh." Wang Xiuyuan's face became obviously cold.

He is a standard rich second-generation. He came to study abroad to make gilded and make friends, not to go to school.

It is enough to go home and inherit the family business.

When Wang Xiuyuan heard that Zhou Wen was an ordinary family, he lost interest.

It didn't help him.

"I'll go out to have dinner with our international students later. Do you want to go?" Wang Xiuyuan asked.

"No, I have something to do." Zhou Wendao.

"That's it." Wang Xiuyuan nodded and felt relieved.

This dinner is their high-end game. If Zhou Wen really wants to go, he will bring it with him.

But bringing a poor man over there is no problem with money, but it will lose face.

Fortunately, Zhou Wen refused.

However, Wang Xiuyuan was also a little curious. What could someone like Zhou Wen have to do?

Zhou Wen stood at the window of Rang's room and looked down at the dormitory.

"I was followed." Zhou Wen sent a message.

"Then let's take action separately." Jiying replied.

"good."

When it was time for dinner, Zhou Wen left the dormitory and went to the cafeteria to have a meal.

In his senses, three people were hidden in the dark, following him.

Zhou Wen did not choose to find out, after all, that was too obvious.

"I don't know who it will be?" Zhou Wen thought to himself.
Chapter completed!