After the meal, the two came to the training hall under the 'Rin Feng' as agreed, ready to have a discussion.

But as soon as I entered the door, I heard a commotion from the 'war zone':

“Don't get high hat，my bro，you are not so hot！”

“Go home and do your math problems，four-eye！”

Hearing this, Jiang Yifan couldn't help frowning, because the content of these two sentences in English was not very friendly.

It was to the effect of: 'Don't take yourself too seriously, brother, you're not as good as you think', 'Go home and do your math, little four-eyed!' ’

In the blink of an eye, I could see two blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign youths who seemed to be twins, waving their fists excitedly at the moment, yelling at the people around them on the battle platform.

Behind them, there stood two demon spirits of similar appearance and different body colors, their heads held high, full of triumphant pride.

In strong contrast, there were two other Chinese young men on the platform with gloomy expressions.

One has an inch head and bronzed skin; The other wears glasses and looks quite fair.

looks like he's in his early twenties, and he should still be a college student.

Judging from the dust and footprints on their clothes, as well as the two demons beside them who were powerless to fight any longer, one could guess:

The two must have fought a 'doubles fight' with the two foreign youths, and lost.

"Cover a small quilt under the overpass, and wipe your tears from the inside of the quilt!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Perhaps thinking that other people might not understand what they were saying, the two even changed to broken Mandarin that they learned from nowhere, singing and harmonizing.

Now, even the onlookers who couldn't understand what they were saying could no longer comfort themselves that 'Westerners are more outgoing', and their faces became extremely ugly one by one.

Many young people and young people with strong blood clenched their fists and wanted to come to the stage to teach them a lesson.

But...

When his gaze swept over the person beside him, he slowly let go helplessly.

Because it was not only the two boys on the stage who were defeated, but there were also many young people standing in the crowd who were also defeated.

And the strength of these losers is significantly stronger than them...

"Young Pavilion Master."

A middle-aged man who looked like a steward walked quickly to Han Feng's side.

"What's going on there?"

Han Feng's eyes were fixed on the two foreign youths.

"The two foreign university students who are on a study trip, who are said to have traveled to all the small countries of Southeast Asia, have recently begun to challenge the young people of the big East Asian countries, because they are especially good at doubles martial arts, and they have a mix of characteristics of various genres, and there is no rival in the museum that can compete with them."

The middle-aged man explained truthfully, "But you don't need to worry, I have already notified a demon spirit in the hall whose strength has reached the rank of lieutenant to come over, and the embassy has also greeted them in advance, and after driving them away later, I will give some coupons to the onlookers, which will not cause any impact on the reputation of 'Rin Feng'." ”

Although he looks calm on the surface, he is actually very worried inside.

Originally, this kind of thing of setting up with foreigners is quite troublesome to deal with, and if you are not careful, it may become a hot search on the Internet, and the training hall will be involved in the center of public opinion.

As a result, now the young hall owner has come to 'inspect' again, which makes him, who is already under a lot of pressure, suddenly even more anxious.

"It doesn't have to be that much trouble."

Han Feng shook his head slightly, "Just find someone with the strength of a demon spirit and follow me to deal with them." ”

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, no, this kind of trivial matter doesn't bother you, just go to the training room quickly." ”

It's not that he doesn't believe in Han Feng's abilities.

After all, this young hall master is not an incompetent second ancestor, but a well-known genius boy, and his strength is naturally guaranteed.

This can be seen from the fact that he won second place in the City Treasure Hunt Competition, which is full of elite college students.

It's just that...

It's good to win this kind of battle, even if he, the person in charge, may not have any rewards, but at least it meets the psychological needs of the young hall master to promote the national prestige, and maybe he can say a few kind words from the hall owner in the future.

But what if he loses, the young hall owner can't hang on his face, and he can't rely on the people he is looking for?

At that time, not only did he not get any benefits, but he may also complain about a negative impression of 'incompetence' from his father, the owner of the museum.

After so many years in society, he is no longer the stunned young man he was when he was young, and he has formed PTSD for this thankless task.

"Hey!"

Without waiting for Han Feng to answer, Jiang Yifan directly reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and leaned his face over: "What other people are you looking for?" Isn't your best partner right here? ”

“... Don't get so close to me. ”

Han Feng silently stretched out his hand and pushed away the face that was close at hand, "And how can you fight without a soldier-level demon spirit?" ”

"The mountain people have their own tricks, trust me."

Jiang Yifan said with a smile.

Han Feng stared at him for a long time, and after making sure that it was not a joke, he said, "Whatever you want." ”

Then, the two walked side by side towards the opposite platform, leaving the middle-aged man petrified in place.

After a while, he came to his senses, silently took out his mobile phone and muttered: "I'd better go to the Dewu APP in advance to find a new job, not only have many styles, but also authenticity, support fake one pay three, and now newcomers have allowances for orders..."

...

When the onlookers at the battle stage saw the two of them squeezing through the crowd, they also raised the same question as he thought in his heart:

"Looking at the posture of those two high school students, they probably want to challenge on stage, right?"

"I'll go, isn't this nonsense?"

"It's understandable to be young and frivolous."

"Understand a fart! Can a high school student have a soldier-level demon spirit? Isn't it shameful enough to go up and deliver food to others? ”

"Maybe it's just to see the excitement in front of me..."

The commotion in the crowd also attracted the attention of the two foreign youths.

The man, who was a little two centimeters taller, looked at the two of them, whose faces had not yet completely taken off their childishness, and then said in an exaggerated tone: "Wow, look who's here, two schoolboys?" ”

“No，it's baby boy，Muhahahahaha!”

The shorter one quickly picked up the stubble and burst into a laugh without concealment.

Hearing this, Han Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with unkindness.

These two people, one said that he and Han Feng were like elementary school students, and the other directly said that they were like babies in swaddling clothes.

Because the young Oriental face, in the aesthetics of Westerners, is equivalent to a childish state that does not grow up.

Therefore, that remark, although not as well-known as the racial discrimination of 'squinting', is also a mockery of the racial characteristics of the Oriental.

"I hope you'll be able to laugh like this later."

Jiang Yifan pressed his fingers with a smile on the corner of his lips and made a 'rattle' sound.

His spoken English is actually not bad, but he doesn't plan to get used to these two golden retrievers...