"Zhuo Wen, I am your Aunt Zijing, does my face hurt. ”

After Guo Zijing finished the call, she looked at the slap marks on Yang Zhuowen's face, and tears fell on her clothes.

Yang Zhuowen didn't say a word, but just held Xiong Baizhou tightly in his hand.

Li Xueqi didn't speak now, he knew about the situation, because he bought Yunnan Baiyao and swelling ointment for Yang Zhuowen for the first time, but he didn't expect that although the swelling and pain disappeared, the palm print was still there.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for you. ”

Xiong Baizhou, who didn't know how long he had been suppressed, and Xiong Baizhou, who didn't know how many times he had taken a deep breath to mediate, said slowly.

Yang Zhuowen shook his head obediently, stretched out his hand and wiped the wetness from the corners of Xiong Baizhou's eyes.

"White Continent ······"

Guo Zijing was very worried, she and Xiong Baizhou had known each other for more than a year, and it was the first time she heard Xiong Baizhou express the three words "I'm sorry".

Li Xueqi knew that the parents of the students needed a certain amount of time to accept the facts, and even had channels to vent their emotions, so he was ready to slap them twice, and then continue to persuade them to publish an apology.

Things always have to be solved, otherwise where is it so easy to get this high salary of 2,000 yuan per month, and Li Xueqi feels that he is helping these Chinese parents, because if he continues to deal with it, it is the Chinese who will suffer in the end.

"Uncle Yang Zhuowen, things have come to this, let's talk about ······ first"

Li Xueqi had just finished halfway through his sentence when Xiong Baizhou suddenly stood up and shook his shoulders, and spat out a hoarse word from his throat.

"I'll talk about other things later, I'm going to help my daughter get angry first. ”

"What?"

Li Xue was stunned for a moment at first, and then looked at Xiong Baizhou's broad and sturdy figure slowly walking towards the Korean students, he suddenly had a premonition of falling into the abyss, wanted to shout but couldn't open his mouth, wanted to take steps to stop but had no strength.

When the Korean woman saw Xiong Baizhou walking towards her, she thought that the Chinese parents were going to apologize, after all, there was no angry expression on Xiong Baizhou's face now, who knew what he was going to do?

So the Korean woman's harsh tone was even harsher, and her fingers almost poked at Xiong Baizhou's door.

Xiong Baizhou didn't pay attention to it, and went straight to the fat son.

"Run, run······"

Li Xueqi was muttering quietly in his mouth, vague, and there were a little tears in the corners of his eyes unconsciously, and he didn't know the reason, maybe because his career was about to end, maybe because today's situation might be different from before.

"I'm also Chinese, I've always been biased towards foreigners, do I really think like this in my heart?"

The Korean fat son was playing a game, and suddenly felt that there was a high wall in front of him, and he was a little annoyed that this wall blocked his view of playing the game, and shouted at Xiong Baizhou loudly like his mother.

even spat at Xiong Baizhou, which landed on the clean leather upper without bias or obliqueness.

Xiong Baizhou glanced at it calmly, and the Korean woman also realized something at this time, because the condensation of the air around Xiong Baizhou was already like a substance, and she was about to rush over.

I saw that Xiong Baizhou suddenly reached out and picked up the Korean student.

Under Li Xueqi's weak whispers, under the loud exclamations of Korean women, and under Guo Zijing's tearful gaze!

"Smack!"

A dull but powerful slap, the fat son didn't say a word, and fainted directly.

"Let's go. ”

Xiong Baizhou threw him to the ground expressionlessly, and at this time, Li Xueqi didn't know where the strength came out again, and he staggered over to look at the Korean students.

There is still breathing, but the ears are bleeding, the nose is bleeding, and the mouth is also bleeding, this slap Xiong Baizhou actually didn't leave his hand!

Why should he keep his hands!

Xiong Baizhou has always had a bottom line in doing things, above the bottom line, he can apologize, apologize, and even bow low and be small;

But under the bottom line, he will flip the table and kill people!!

So this slap, it has nothing to do with the age of the other party, it has nothing to do with the gender of the other party, and of course it has nothing to do with the identity of a foreigner.

The current Xiong Baizhou is just a parent whose children have been bullied!

"Whew!"

The Korean woman finally reacted and suddenly pounced on Xiong Baizhou like crazy.

"Bang!"

There was another sound, and Xiong Baizhou didn't spare any strength to slap again, directly fanning the fierce Korean woman to the window.

With a "bang", the glass shattered.

After the Korean woman finally recovered from the situation of deafness and tinnitus, her face was covered with thick blood.

"Woo, woo, woo······"

She finally began to cry, and knew that she was afraid, and her hair was disheveled, and there was blood on her eyelids.

The Korean woman never thought that the people of this "lowly and inferior" country would have the courage to wave to herself, and she took out her mobile phone tremblingly while crawling to her fat son to see how he was doing.

It was now the end of class, and the sound of broken glass alarmed the students in the hallway, as well as the other teachers next door, who gathered outside Li Xueqi's office, looking at the broken glass and the messy floor, all hanging there.

There are also those who respond quickly, so hurry back to the office and call the school security.

Xiong Baizhou looked at his palm, which was red from exertion, and walked towards the Korean woman step by step.

This time, the Korean woman was really panicked, and the horror in her eyes was undisguised, but she didn't have the strength to stand up now, so she could only crawl towards the door with her fat son in her arms.

Finally, when Xiong Baizhou came to them, the Korean woman crawled out of the door, and she first cried to the people around her for help, but no one stepped forward.

They are all Chinese and do not understand Korean.

Xiong Baizhou also walked out, and the Korean woman continued to retreat, but Xiong Baizhou didn't make a move this time.

just walked up to her, grabbed the hair of the Korean student who had fainted, pressed his fat face on his leather shoes, and wiped it clean with a mouthful of spit.

The crowd in the hallway was quiet, and even the school security guards who were speeding in stood still.

The Chinese dragged the faces of Koreans and polished their shoes!

The scene was etched in the minds of the students, accompanied by the helpless cries of Korean women and the usual welcome slogans in the hallways.

"Foreign students are welcome to come to China. ”

Vivid, glaring, scorching.

······

"Jingle Bell"

Xiong Baizhou polished his shoes, and suddenly his mobile phone called, and it was Zhao Yeming's.

"What's the matter?"

"Where are you now, I just went to Yang Qishan's house for a turn, and suddenly my mind was at peace, how is Zhuo Wen doing now?"

"She's been beaten, I'm dealing with it, probably going to die. ”

Zhao Yeming was silent on the phone for a while.

"Leave it to me, I'll be there soon!"

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