The young man who spoke was Zhao Chenfeng, who had planned to come to Harvard to see if he could find a talent from his previous life, but he didn't expect to encounter a hooligan incident, a few blacks insulted a Chinese, which Zhao Chenfeng couldn't bear, the Chinese have been bullied abroad, how could they sit idly by as a compatriot. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black man suddenly looked irritable, he really didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out today, why did all cats and dogs come to make trouble, and turned his head and yelled at Zhao Chenfeng.

", Fake, can you do it too, you yellow pig?"

Zhao Chenfeng's appearance also completely angered the black people, and reflexively punched Zhao Chenfeng is straight punch, planning to let this child have a good memory, for them, there is no concept of respecting the old and loving the young, bullying happens from time to time, but I don't know that the black man is kicking the iron plate this time, Zhao Chenfeng firmly squeezed the other party's fist, and his face was full of banter.

"Is that all you can do?"

The black man wanted to withdraw his fist, but found that the other party's palm was like an iron hoop, pinching his fist tightly, making him unable to move, and several black friends behind him also laughed secretly, Zhao Chenfeng looked like a little kid, half a head shorter than him, and he couldn't beat him like this, and the black man led by him was a little annoyed and angry for a while, and raised his leg to Zhao Chenfeng and planned to come to a knee.

Who knew that Zhao Chenfeng had long been guarding against this hand, raised his leg against the black man's knee, and directly hit the other party's numb tendons, the black man suddenly felt as if his thigh had been pricked by thousands of needles, and he was lying on the ground with his knees covered, his face was full of fierceness, and he roared.

"Fake, what are you still standing there for? If you don't give it to me, kill this kid. ”

As soon as the little brothers saw that the situation was not good, they rolled up their sleeves and planned to tidy up this little kid, letting the other party know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, not to mention that Zhao Chenfeng's hands and feet made them feel a little weird, the black man led by him was not a soft-footed shrimp, and he was also a well-known figure in prison, but now he was actually made to lie on the ground by a young man.

Yao Wei and Chen Cannon also walked out from behind, packed up the rest of the people with three punches and two kicks, and lay on the ground and hummed, the black man led by this time was also a little stunned, this gang of yellow people is simply a god, he is also an old oilman who has been mixed in prison for so many years, and has seen a lot of ruthless people, but his fists and feet are definitely not so sharp, he is a ruthless person who has experienced life and death, and he doesn't dare to say more at the moment, he can't take care of the other little brothers, and he limped away.

The rest of the black people saw that the boss had also slipped away, endured the pain in his body, stood up and ran out, and didn't even dare to leave a cruel word, the two yellow people behind the young man had the ability to deal with it was simply not something they could deal with, and the other party obviously still kept his hand, otherwise he and the others might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

When this group of black hooligans were almost gone, the ragged Chinese woman walked to Zhao Chenfeng's door, kept bending down to thank her, and then walked to the dormitory with tears and sobbing, seeing that the matter was almost resolved, Zhao Chenfeng didn't want to stay for a long time, turned around and continued to walk towards the teaching building, Harvard is a gathering place for talents, and she plans to try her luck today to see if she can catch a big fish.

"Sir, stay here."

Zhao Chenfeng glanced back and found that there was a white boy lying on the ground, who had just taken care of peeking at the spring color of the female student, and didn't care about the people around him, frowned, and said.

"What's the matter?"

The white student looked at Zhao Chenfeng with a look of adoration, dancing and showing Zhao Chenfeng's fists and kicks when he cleaned up the black man before, and asked.

"May I ask if you just showed Huaxia Kung Fu?"

Seeing the other party's excited look, Zhao Chenfeng's heart also swelled with a sense of pride, the Chinese people are extremely disdainful of kung fu, thinking that it is some showmanship, but in the hearts of foreigners, they respect it to the heart, thinking that it is a very aggressive fighting skill, and nodded slightly and said.

"It's Chinese kung fu."

Hearing Zhao Chenfeng admit it, the white students were even happier, they watched Bruce Lee's movies less when they were children, and regarded them as superheroes, although the heroes in the comics were all flying away, but he knew that they were all fools, and they didn't exist in reality, but Bruce Lee's destructive power and speed made him always remember Chinese kung fu, thinking that one day he could be like Bruce Lee, with his martial arts to claim justice.

"Can you teach me, I've always wanted to learn kung fu."

The little star at the glance of the white student, he dreamed of meeting a master, so he also watched less Chinese kung fu movies and books, but the movies and books were secretive about the practice of kung fu, and he hastily introduced a sentence and passed by, as if those peerless heroes were all trained in one move, and he also tried the training method in the movie, but in the end only one wound remained.

Zhao Chenfeng was a little embarrassed, although he also wanted to promote kung fu to improve the status of Huaxia in the hearts of foreigners, but his main business was not to open a martial arts hall, did anyone want to learn, and he had to teach it?

"Well, I'm not a martial arts instructor, if you want to learn kung fu, you can go to some martial arts gyms, I don't have that much time."

After speaking, he didn't care about the white man, and he planned to go to the teaching building with Yao Wei and the others, who knew that the student still didn't follow him, followed Zhao Chenfeng's back, pointed out the route for him, and acted as a tour guide, in order to win the favor of the other party, with his understanding of the masters in the martial arts book, it was quite mysterious and arrogant, unless the apprentice was a genius with a strange physique, otherwise people would not easily accept apprentices, and in Huaxia, the master-apprentice relationship is extremely precious, even more than the relationship between father and son.

Zhao Chenfeng was also made laughing and crying by the behavior of this white man, he heard that kung fu is popular abroad, but that is also the year of the monkey, in recent years, the number of foreign kung fu films has been increasing, which has made the status of Chinese kung fu decline sharply, white people prefer to watch those muscular men play handsome in front of the camera, and they are not willing to accept Huaxia's almost metaphysical kung fu.

"I really don't have time to teach my disciples, I'm a businessman, I'm usually busy with work, this kung fu is also handed down from my ancestors, and it must not be leaked, not to mention that you have also passed the best time to learn kung fu, I have practiced since I was a child, and your body muscles are now stereotyped, and you can't practice it. Don't pester me, go back. ”

Zhao Chenfeng saw that the other party was persistent, and he didn't want to continue to hang the other party, this kung fu is really not something that can be taught if you want to, because of rebirth, so while she was developing, she insisted on exercising every day with exercises, and she was lucky to get a little achievement, and the exercises were broken, most of the following are the realm in the clouds, and they are not authentic Chinese ancient martial arts at all.

The white student's face was a little frustrated, and then he strengthened his belief, he didn't want to move the other party today, and insisted on leaving the other party's contact information, Zhao Chenfeng couldn't resist him, so he had to write down his phone number with a wry smile, and said.

"This is my number, you can call if you have any questions. By the way, what's your name. ”

As if a treasure, the white student carefully put the note in his pocket and smiled.

"My name is Eliot, Mark Eliot Zuckerberg."