A few thugs turned their heads to look over, and the man in front of him looked twenty-seven or eighteen years old, obviously it could not be the father of this ignorant girl. As long as it wasn't her father, the others wouldn't have to sell any face—anyway, the other party was alone, and there were four on her side.

"Who the hell are you, you want to die,!" Seeing that what was about to succeed was destroyed, the thugs suddenly stood up in anger, lifted their wine bottles one after another, and were about to make a move.

The oldest of these gangsters is only in his early twenties, and the youngest is only ten years old, with a faint stubble on his lips, but his hair is dyed blonde, with different shapes, tattoos on his arms, and the appearance of hanging children, which is exactly the most common kind of thugs on the street who do not study well and stay at home all day long and wait for death.

These gangsters have watched "Crazy Boy" a few times, and what they usually like to listen to most is the glorious deeds of those ** big brothers, and they all hope that they can punch the mountain and kick the tiger in the North Sea.

Now as soon as he saw that Hong Jun had ruined his good deeds, he rolled up his sleeves and was ready to do it.

"I'm her teacher, get out of here!" Hong Jun's face was expressionless, and his wide palm was round, which was a slap.

He had been pressing a fire in his heart before, which was the instinctive destruction that his students produced when they were in danger. The force of this slap was so great that it turned the thug with the nearest thug with the wine bottle in his hand three times in place, his teeth and blood flowed all over his face, and his head could not withstand the sudden blow, and he sat down on the ground and fainted.

This was just a blink of an eye, and the other three thugs didn't even react, and Hong Jun was already lying down.

Then he turned around, his left arm was bent, his sharp and strong elbow slammed horizontally, and the second thug flew out, his temples were hit, his eyes were full of Venus, and he lay on the ground in a daze.

At this time, the third thug finally reacted, picked up the wine bottle and smashed it on Hong Jun's head, causing everyone around him to scream. Since Hong Jun's debut, he has fought no less than 100 times, and he has a lot of experience. The thug clutched his stomach and opened his mouth to scream, but he could only make a hoarse "yaa" sound, and finally slowly knelt down.

Easily controlling the situation, Hong Jun looked at the little thug who was still standing at the end, snorted coldly, and said, "Get out!" ”

The thug's face was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't even care about his companions who came with him, so he turned around and ran away. As a result, he didn't run a few steps, and a huge force came from his back, and the whole person flew straight out like a cloud, and this flight flew out three or four meters away, and finally fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, unconscious.

"There is no righteous thing," Hong Jun mixed the rivers and lakes, and the most particular thing was brotherly righteousness. Originally, he planned to let this little gangster go, but the last little gangster didn't even know how to call 120, which aroused Hong Jun's anger and ended badly.

The whole process is slow to say, but it is only about ten seconds.

The onlookers were fascinated, they had only seen this kind of martial arts master who killed several people in an instant on movies and television before, but it was the first time they saw it in reality, and they couldn't help but shout: "Look at it, look at it, martial arts master, it's so handsome!" "Yes, yes, looking at his well-proportioned body, handsome appearance, vicissitudes of life, God, how can there be such a handsome man?" "It's so hard, it can't be more awesome! This person has definitely practiced, Bruce Lee's apprentice, right? "This is the man of men, no, no, no, I'm wet!"

The surrounding onlookers were talking, but Hong Jun looked indifferent, returned to Yao Wenyang's table and sat down, silent, just quietly watching Yao Wenting, who had been crying silently.

Although all this is for Yao Wenting's future, when he is in it, his mood is not good.

Yao Wenting seems to have a solid family background and excellent grades, but her hardships are difficult for outsiders to imagine.

At this time, the movement here has already alarmed the security guards of the discotheque, but in a moment, the four strong men separated from the crowd of onlookers, originally planned to come over to take a look at the situation, but when the leader saw Hong Jun, he suddenly remembered a legendary character in his mind, and he broke out in a cold sweat, walked over cautiously, and asked quietly: "Is this ...... Hong Ye? ”

"It's me." Hong Jun nodded lightly: "You can watch and deal with these little gangsters." If there's nothing else to do, don't bother me. By the way, Zhao Si has been messing up lately, okay? ”

The Zhao Si in his mouth is the owner of this Red Flame Dance disco.

"Blessed by Lord Hong, everything is fine with our boss." The security guard was covered in cold sweat, this was the real uncle in front of him, the emperor of the underground world of Zhongyang City, and he would rather offend the police chief than offend him. Hurriedly ordered everyone to deal with the scene, and then took the place where Hong Jun was located as the center of the circle, vacated a large area, and no one was allowed to enter.

"Wen Ting, do you feel like your life is a failure?" To solve the trouble here, Hong Jun looked at Yao Wenting's tearful and delicate little face, and said slowly: "Don't worry, the teacher is here, if you have anything to say, tell the teacher." In addition......" At this time, his tone was unexpectedly gentle: "The drink given to you by a stranger, you can't drink it casually, be careful of being fooled." ”

"Old ...... Teacher...... I...... Isn't it...... Nothing is good...... I...... Rubbish...... Woo woo woo ...... "Yao Wenting has just experienced the biggest setback in her life, and now she finally has someone she knows sitting in front of her, and her defense line has finally completely collapsed: "Teacher...... I...... Do...... It's not good...... No friends...... I...... Won't ......"

Stretching out his broad palm and gently wiping away the tears on Yao Wenting's face, Hong Jun smiled and said: "What's the matter, our Wenting is the smartest, she can learn so well, and it will definitely be no problem to learn anything else." ”

Hearing Hong Jun's words, Yao Wenting fell on the table and cried bitterly, and the questioner was sad. But this time, she just kept crying, crying heartbreakingly, but she never spoke again.

"Poor boy, alas." Gently stroking Yao Wenting's hair, Hong Jun let out a long sigh. Hong Jun's biggest headache now is not how to persuade Yao Wenting in the future, but how to communicate with her normally.

She had closed herself off in her own world for so long that it could have been an entire childhood.

It is true that the problem that has been cultivated for such a long time is not something that can be figured out in a moment.

"Boss, you were so handsome just now." was worried about his kung fu, Qinglongyang walked over alone, looked at Yao Wenting's appearance, frowned, sighed, and said, "This little girl, to be honest, is really pitiful." ”

"You didn't open the house?" Hong Jun wondered.

"Hehe, how can I be so ignorant of the importance of doing business with the boss." Qinglongyang smiled, and then asked, "Boss, why don't you persuade her?" Look at her crying so pitiful. ”

"It's hard to communicate." Hong Jun also has no choice: "She doesn't communicate with people for too long, and she doesn't speak very clearly." ”

"Oh, that's a big problem." Qinglongyang touched his chin in the same way as Hong Jun, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "There is!" Haha, boss, I used to play a game with the girls, which was to use paper and pen to communicate, which was quite interesting. I think she is so good in the exam, you try to communicate with her on paper, it should be useful. ”

Communication on paper? This might really be a good idea. But where do you get pen and paper here?

Hong Jun gently patted Yao Wenting on the back: "Don't cry, come with the teacher, be good." By the way, give me my phone. Yao Wenting cried for a while, and finally wiped away her tears and stood up.

first turned off Yao Wenting's old Nokia mobile phone, and then Hong Jun pulled up Qinglongyang and left: "Let's go, take us to school." ”

"Okay, I'll be your driver for the day today." Qinglongyang shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and the three of them immediately went out to leave.

When he arrived at the school, Hong Jun bought paper and pens, found a classroom that forgot to lock the door, and pushed the door in.

In fact, paper and pens are sold everywhere, but Hong Jun thought that Yao Wenting should be less stressed at school, so he came here.

Opening the notebook he bought, picking up the pen, Hong Jun wrote a line of small words on the paper crookedly: "Okay, let's chat, okay?" "He didn't write for too long, because the font looked good...... can only barely guarantee that the words are not written incorrectly, even if it is very awesome.

Sure enough, it was much easier to communicate in this way, Yao Wenting wiped away her tears, nodded, and wrote on the paper: "Teacher, am I useless?" ”

"How come," Hong Jun wrote with a smile: "You are the most well-behaved student in the ninth class, with good grades and smart people, how can you be useless?" ”

Yao Wenting's face turned red and wrote, "But I don't know anything." ”

Hong Jun wrote: "It's always good to learn slowly, no one is born with everything." ”

Yao Wenting wrote: "But teacher, I ......" wrote this, she obviously hesitated, and then slowly wrote: "But I don't know if I can do it, what should I do?" ”

Hong Jun pondered for a moment this time, and then wrote this line of small words on the paper-

"If you have faith, you won't necessarily win. But if you don't have confidence, you will definitely lose. ”

Looking at the small lines on the paper, Yao Wenting was stunned for a while, and then tears fell down.

Hong Jun knew that the wall in Yao Wenting's heart was on the verge of collapsing, so he continued to write: "Wenting, do you have any wishes? ”

Looking at the words on the paper, Yao Wenting bit her lip and shook her head slowly.

"Everyone has to have a wish, and of course you have to have it." Hong Jun wrote slowly: "You can have any wish. Say it, and the teacher will take you to achieve it, okay? ”

Yao Wenting's tears flowed even more violently, her lips were almost bitten, and finally her hands trembled, and she finally wrote a line of delicate small words on the paper intermittently.

"I ...... No...... Think...... Learn...... Xi ......"

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