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"You're still beating me......"

Coulson pushed a little harder, pushing the aunt to the ground, but it made the aunt even more angry. I saw the aunt jump up from the ground, carry the shopping bag and smash it towards Coulson again.

Although the aunt next to her who was with the aunt didn't understand what the situation was, she saw that her companion was fighting with this foreigner, but she didn't ask about it, and she also joined the battle group. After all, there is no distinction between nationality and culture.

For a while, the two aunts and Coulson tore together, and the scene looked fierce, provoking many passers-by to watch.

......

Moments later, a police car pulled up at the intersection.

Coulson's hands were also handcuffed. At this time, his hair was messy, his clothes were torn and messy, and the buttons of his shirt on his chest were torn off. There are also several blood-soaked marks on his face and neck.

Just as the police took Coulson into the car, the police answered the phone. After answering the phone, the police helped Coulson open the handcuffs, and apologized to Coulson with a smile, saying that it was a misunderstanding.

When the police left, the expression on Coulson's face was complicated. Although the handcuffs were opened, he had a feeling of being speechless and asking the sky.

"Mr. Coulson, do you want to go to the hospital?" asked Cheng Qianru at Coulson.

"No, no, it's just a little bit of a broken ......skin," Coulson said, shaking his head.

"No, I mean, you just ...... Isn't there something wrong with you......"

Cheng Qianru said to Coulson. She felt that Coulson's behavior today was a bit counterintuitive, and she felt that there was something wrong with Coulson. Physically, or mentally.

"Qianru, Xiyao, you must believe me, I don't know what's going on just now, my hand is like a cramp, I can't control it......"

Coulson explained to them nervously, but his eyes were mainly on Zhang Xiyao.

"That's what you're talking about...... hand cramps," Cheng Qianru said weirdly to Coulson.

“......”

The muscles on Coulson's face twitched violently, and he wanted to say something. But seeing Zhang Xiyao looking at him vigilantly, he felt like he was about to go crazy. He felt like he was at a loss for words.

......

"Brother Liu, what are you looking at, hurry up and leave......"

Zhao Jing saw that everyone else had gotten out of the car, and Liu Qingming kept looking out the window, so she also urged him. In order to avoid Mao Qiang's harassment, she has been sitting with Liu Qingming. also deliberately pretended to be very intimate with Liu Qingming.

Liu Qingming got out of the car and walked to the school with this group of people.

The school was cleaned, and a red banner was hung on the school gate welcoming the delegation. At the school gate, the leaders of Mingde Middle School and the leaders of the 12th Middle School shook hands with each other. The people from Mingde Middle School walked to the school with the group of No. 12 Middle School.

"Etiquette is lost and asked for wilderness, the ancients did not deceive me......"

Looking at the architecture and cultural atmosphere in Mingde Middle School, Zhao Zizhen couldn't help but drag the text. He is also an idealistic person, and once he also wanted to build the 12th middle school into a first-class middle school in the world. However, gradually he discovered how fragile people's ideals are in this rolling red dust. After all these years, the twelfth middle school is still the same twelfth middle school, and there has not been much change. Of course, the Twelfth Middle School is richer. Borrowing to build a new campus, Zhao Zizhen won a large amount of land. These plots of land make the twelve rich. With this money, Zhao Zizhen has improved the hardware facilities of the 12th Middle School, and the welfare of the faculty and staff has also been improved. However, apart from these, nothing has changed in the Twelve. It is also a local key middle school.

Zhao Zizhen also wants to internationalize the 12th Middle School. Of course, this is mainly due to the fact that her daughter often blows the wind in his ears, saying that the domestic set of exam-oriented education has lagged behind, and it is necessary to keep up with the international quality education or something. It turned out that Zhao Zizhen didn't care much about it, and after listening to it more, he had this consciousness in his mind. He felt that if he learned directly from Europe and the United States, he might take too big a step and easily get an egg. Japan and South Korea are closer to Chinese culture, so it may be easier to communicate. Therefore, he chose Mingde Foreign Chinese Middle School to have a look. Of course, this is the first time to come, and there is nothing practical. Zhao Zizhen mainly wanted to come over and have a look.

Centennial Middle School, on the other hand, was very welcoming, and they had no interest in cooperating with each other and trying to develop any educational career. The reason why they welcome the 12th Middle School and his party is mainly because the Chinese people have been rich in recent years, especially this 12th Middle School. It's just a local tyrant. In the eyes of many foreigners, Chinese people have basically written a few big words on their faces in recent years.

When Mingde Middle School learned that the No. 12 Middle School was coming, it immediately contacted several travel agencies and asked them to participate in the summer camp for cultural exchanges between Chinese and Korean students. The main purpose of this summer camp is to let the students of the 12th Middle School come to Korea for a trip and then come to Mingde Middle School for a few classes.

The principal of Mingde Middle School, this short time, has already mentioned the plan to Zhao Zizhen several times, and wants Zhao Zizhen to take a look. But Zhao Zizhen was silent, and kept playing haha with Mingde Middle School. He has been working in Chinese officialdom for many years, and he is also an old bureaucrat who knows the stakes well. Mingde Middle School is careful here, how can he not see it.

This Mingde Middle School, he hasn't understood it yet. If there is really anything that is beneficial to the 12th Middle School, he will naturally cooperate with Mingde Middle School. Now, he hasn't figured out the doorway of Mingde Middle School, and he doesn't know what the 12th Middle School can get from here. How could he give money to Mingde Middle School for nothing? When he was so stupid? He didn't refuse or agree to the summer camp activities. It's hanging this Mingde Middle School.

After a day of shopping at Mingde Middle School, I had a light lunch at the restaurant of Mingde Middle School at noon, and returned to the hotel in the evening.

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"Zhao Jing, you will accompany Mao Qiang to go shopping for a while, and give you Uncle Mao and them to buy something and bring it back......"

At dinner in the evening, Zhao Zizhen said to Zhao Jing.

"Dad, I have something to do tonight, our classmates have an event tonight, I'm going to ......"

Zhao Jing said to Zhao Zizhen.

"What activity?" Zhao Zizhen asked at Zhao Jing with a frown.

"I don't know, they called me not long ago, and I didn't ask in detail, so I said let me go ......over," Zhao Jing rolled her eyes, biting her fork and saying to Zhao Zizhen.

"Then let Mao Qiang accompany you, it's night, and it's not safe for you to run alone," Zhao Zizhen said to Zhao Jing.

"No need, let Qingming come with me, just let my classmates meet Qingming, bye-bye, Dad"

As Zhao Jing spoke, she stood up from the dining chair, ran to Liu Qingming's position not far away, pulled Liu Qingming up, took Liu Qingming's hand and walked outside.

"Uncle Zhao, Zhao Jing won't really like this poor boy, right?" Mao Qiang said with a frown at Zhao Zizhen.

"How is it possible, Mao Qiang, you think too much, Zhao Jing estimates that she is in a mood with you" Zhao Zizhen took a sip of tea and said to Mao Qiang.

"No, Uncle Zhao, you see Zhao Jing and they are all in hand......"

Mao Qiang pointed at Zhao Jing and Liu Qingming, and said to Zhao Zizhen, with a somewhat depressed look on his face.

Zhao Zizhen looked at Mao Qiang's fingers, and watched his daughter holding hands with that Xiao Liu, and he couldn't help frowning slightly. Although, he has always felt that his daughter is pretending. But in the past two days, he will find from time to time that when his daughter chats with that Xiao Liu, there is some little admiration in her eyes. At this time, the hands were pulled together. He couldn't help but have some worries in his heart, and he couldn't help but worry that his daughter wouldn't be too deep in the play, and he really had a good impression of this Xiao Liu. That would be troublesome. He knows the details of this Xiao Liu very well, it turned out to be just a security guard at the school, and he became a teacher by tying up Su Hao. How can such a poor dick be worthy of his daughter.

......

"What are you doing" Seeing that Zhao Jing kept pulling herself, Liu Qingming couldn't help but ask her.

"Brother Liu, I'm going to get together with a few of my classmates, you accompany me to ......" Zhao Jing said to Liu Qingming as she walked.

"Go ahead, I can't accompany you, I have something to do tonight......"

Liu Qingming said to Zhao Jing. He has made an appointment with Park so-yeon to go with her to some of Seoul's old-age snack streets to taste the authentic traditional flavors of Seoul.