Wang Ying and Fang Zhunan were anxious to come to help Ye Qingyan, but they were blocked by the crowd and couldn't get in at all.

"Ahh

A tall white man ran towards Ye Qingyan.

He held the metal dinner plate with both hands, and took advantage of his height to shoot the metal dinner plate towards the top of Ye Qingyan's head.

A gust of wind passed by Ye Qingyan's ears, she grabbed the white man's wrist with her backhand, pressed her shoulder against his chest sideways, and with a strong arm, she fell on her back, slamming the person to the ground.

"Bump!" There was a muffled sound, and a mouthful of pus and blood spurted out of the man.

Ye Qingyan stepped on this person's chest,

"Chinese people, listen to me, do you usually live under racial discrimination? I want to tell you today that dignity is earned through hard work. ”

"Isn't it stupid, let's all go together!" The white man who paid shouted.

Sure enough, the rest of the people were all driven by money and flocked to Ye Qingyan like a swarm.

Ye Qingyan turned around and stepped onto the dining table,

"What are you waiting for, oppressed people, do you have to endure for the rest of your life?

Why do we have to be inferior forever, and today we want to rewrite history! ”

Ye Qingyan dodged the plate thrown by several people, jumped to another table, and continued to shout to the crowd:

"People who don't want to be bullied forever are now following me to beat them down and let everyone know that we are going to be angry! We are the strongest! ”

Many people looked up at Ye Qingyan standing at the dining table, but their eyes were still full of timidity.

The perennial oppression has made them afraid.

At this time, although Wang Ying was in the outer circle, she also jumped to the dining table.

"There is a dragon ...... in the far east"

The gentle and loud singing voice suddenly floated out of her throat.

She's singing, the descendant of the dragon.

Hearing the passionate lyrics, Fang Zhunan suddenly felt a burst of enthusiasm, and sang aloud.

In a restaurant the size of a football field, everyone who heard the song was immediately infected by the song and sang along.

Music is an invisible weapon, and the entire restaurant is full of "black eyes, black hair, yellow skin, we are all descendants of dragons......"

Many Chinese who were still sitting and eating stood up one after another and clenched their fists.

The anger in the hearts of all the Chinese seemed to be ignited at once.

The resentment that had been suppressed for many years finally broke out.

"Follow him, fight!"

"Sisters, let's go out and fight!"

Fang Zhunan took the lead and pushed down a woman in the outermost circle, riding directly on her, tearing her hair.

The rest of the students also shouted: "What are you waiting for, what are you doing!" ”

In the restaurant, the people who had been bullied seemed to be awakened, raising their fists one by one, "Let's fight!" ”

The shouts were like thunder, one after another.

They raised their angry fists and began to beat them frantically at the whites and blacks who usually bullied them.

Ye Qingyan, who was standing at the dining table, hadn't made a move, and the people around him had already scuffled.

There seemed to be a sharp wind behind him.

A fork flew towards Ye Qingyan's back.

She was just about to dodge when another chopstick flew in, "Da! With a thud, he slammed the fork on the ground.

Ye Qingyan immediately looked in the direction where the chopsticks were flying, and a girl with black straight hair and a shawl hurried through the crowd.

Her left hand was flicking back to her side, and it was clear that she had just raised her left hand.