'Hello seniors. Huang Zitao, who entered the locker room, looked at the person who was guarding his head on the side with his spare eyes.

There were a few people around him who were afraid of slacking off, and after bowing and greeting them, he took his things and walked out.

'Hey!

You're new here, too!

Also Airborne Forces.

The person who was closer to the door stopped Huang Zitao, who was about to go out.

'Hello senior, I'm new.

It's called Huang Zitao.

Huang Zitao introduced himself to them in Korean, which is not very good.

'What a thing!

Less in this pretense.

We've been here for so long, and we've not been in the pre-selected class.

As soon as you come, you are.

Why.

The person standing behind Huang Zitao said unconvinced, and kicked the person who had been protecting his head by the way.

'Yes!

Obviously a Chinese who can't even speak Korean.

Since it is good for the Chinese to stay well in China, what to do in South Korea.

The person next to the kicker listened to Huang Zitao's messy Korean and laughed fiercely.

'I'm sorry, I didn't understand.

Went first.

After Huang Zitao bowed to those people, he bypassed the people in front of him and opened the door of the dressing room.

'Drag, what's pulling.

We didn't let you go, so you don't have the right to go by yourself.

The person who was close to the door slammed the door that pulled Huang Zitao halfway shut.

'Seniors, whatdoyouwant.

Huang Zitao gave up the idea of speaking Korean and changed Korean to English.

"I was just saying don't let you drag it, you still speak English when you're good."

In fact, I would have seen him unhappy for a long time, if it weren't for the fact that several of them Chinese were almost together.

I've been trying to fix the kid for a long time, and I'm dragging it to death every day.

......' Huang Zitao only understood part of the vocabulary, and had no idea what they were talking about.

So he simply didn't speak, and he wanted them to finish scolding.

After all, if there is a conflict, it is yourself who is unlucky.

'Boy, the seniors are talking, have you listened.

When the other party saw that Huang Zitao didn't speak, he thought that he was afraid of himself, so he became even more arrogant.

He pushed Huang Zitao unceremoniously.

"Don't go too far."

Huang Zitao was pushed and hit the wardrobe in the back and lowered his head.

clenched his fists and endured his anger.

'Drink!

Speaking of your Chinese again, I told you to go back to your China as soon as possible and come to South Korea to do something.

People who can't even speak basic words.

Those people simply ignored what Huang Zitao said, and they became more and more arrogant.

Several people glanced at each other and felt that Huang Zitao's reaction was very funny.

So this time it wasn't a person who was pushing, and the people next to him saw that Huang Zitao didn't react and joined in.

'......' Huang Zitao still didn't say anything and let them push him, but the clenched fists and the sound from the fists showed that Huang Zitao was patiently enduring his anger.

Don't bully him.

The man who had been in the corner had spoken at this time.

From the arm came purple blue eyes, and the corners of the bleeding mouth.

'Boy, haven't you beaten you enough?'

We let you go, you should be moved to cry.

The person on Huang Zitao's right is angry, and Huang Zitao doesn't give him a reaction at all!

So he got angry and went to the corner again, and kicked the corner of the corner again.

“……”

Huang Zitao saw that the man seemed to be speaking for himself and being bullied again, so he walked over and pulled the kicker's collar to the other person's body.

'Boy, do you want to die?'

The person who was being pulled, holding his companion to stand up, was about to wave his fist at Huang Zitao.

'Be careful!

Originally, Huang Zitao wanted to see the injury of the person in the corner, so it happened to be the person who punched with his back to him, but the person in the corner saw it, so he reminded Huang Zitao loudly.

"Don't go too far."

Huang Zitao dodged the man's fist, rolled over, and went to his closet.

Took out his own stick.

Pointing to a few people who still wanted to make a move.

'Do you think you'll be scared if you take a stick?'

The other party looked at Huang Zitao's stick, and didn't take it seriously at all, but just laughed at Huang Zitao even more.

Huang Zitao looked at the few people who were getting closer and closer to him, and he didn't give up because he had weapons in his hands, and he even got closer to him.

He hadn't forgotten that he would be punished for fighting in the company, but these people were simply trying to make trouble for themselves.

"Whew, Whew, Whew"

The sound of the stick dancing sounded.

Huang Zitao saw that there was no way, so he could only scare them away first, so he used his stick technique during training.

'Boy, you're in luck.

The other party saw that Huang Zitao was really good at playing sticks, and he still had weapons in his hands, so he could only give up and go to the locker room.