"Look..." Zhang Hengu didn't expect his voice to be so loud. He stood up and spread his hands in embarrassment and said, "I made the wrong call. I don't even know whose number it is."
The classroom burst into laughter.
The black man sitting next to Zhang Hengu looked at him with contempt and said in blunt Chinese: "Uncultured Nanyang monkey!"
In Chinese online curse language, Koreans are generally called sticks, and Southeast Asians are called monkeys. Maybe this black man surfs the Internet in China more and has a natural interest in China's extensive and profound curse language, so he gave Zhang the most advanced curse language.
I hate ancient times. Anyway, there is no Chinese sitting here except the professor. If you curse people in Chinese, no one else can understand what they mean.
Little did he know that Zhang Hengu's Mandarin was better than that of many Chinese! When he heard that this international friend dared to scold him, he didn't hesitate at all and immediately called him "nigger".
When the black student heard that this yellow monkey dared to call him a nigger, his face immediately turned darker. He pointed outside and said, "Monkey, see you at the training ground after class!"
The Beijing Horse Racing Academy has a very wide training ground. It is a stadium the size of two football fields. It is paved with the best turf in Beijing and has the brightest lights and drainage facilities. In addition to various training and competitions, there are also fights
The best place to fight.
Zhang Hengu was not afraid of fights. He had fought wild beasts in the primitive forest of Dongshan. After class, Zhang Hengu came to the training ground as scheduled and saw that the black man named Vargas was already waiting there with several people.
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Comrade Vargas is from the Republic of Cuba. He is the son of Jean Vargas, a close comrade-in-arms of the great Comrade Castro, and the first deputy secretary of the Youth League of the Republic of Cuba. He came to Beijing to get gold plating, but he did not expect that
Someone actually dares to call him a nigger. This is not only a challenge to his dignity, but also a challenge to the great Comrade Castro, a challenge to the ancient people, and a challenge to world peace. He wants to let the monkey opposite him
We know that the strong and unyielding people of Guba will attack any enemy who dares to invade like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"You have offended my dignity, which means you have offended Castro's dignity. You have to pay the price for your actions." Vargas said to Zhang Hengu with a smile.
Zhang Hengu also smiled at Vargas and said: "Nigger, your dignity has been thrown into the Pacific Ocean a long time ago. Now that you have come to Beijing, everyone is a guest, so don't be so arrogant and self-righteous. Do you think this is...
What's your country? Come on, don't you want dignity? Then let's fight with fists." He waved at him and signaled the black comrades to come over.
Vargas had no intention of fighting directly with Zhang Hengu. As the first deputy secretary of the Youth League of the Guba Border Region, of course he would not fight with others easily. That is a job that only soldiers and policemen can do. What he wanted
All he did was give orders and then wait for the concluding remarks.
Vargas waved to the left and right, and the black men who had been standing aside and said nothing immediately formed fans and surrounded Zhang Hengu.
According to Zhang Hengu's understanding, the problem between him and the black people will be like ancient China, a one-on-one competition, one on one with everyone's fists, to see who has the stronger fist in the end. Unexpectedly, these black people will take action.
A group fight was required. Although Zhang Hengu was strong and strong, he had to deal with four or five people by himself. Even if Zhang Hengu had ten courages, he would not dare to take action.
Zhang Hengu hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop them and said: "Stop, stop. You are a hero. Let's come one by one. I am not afraid of fighting in groups, but it will look like I am bullying you."
Vargas still had little understanding of what China was saying. After listening to it for a long time, he still couldn’t figure it out. Does Space bully people with more strikes and fewer counts, or does it bully people with less strikes and more counts? Fortunately, no matter who bullies whom, as long as he knocks down the monkey, he will be able to escape.
With a breath of disgust, Vargas motioned to several other black men, who clenched their fists and waited to beat the monkey together.
Zhang Hengu felt extremely depressed. He thought that everyone came to school alone, so why would this nigger have a gang of thugs? Zhang Hengu immediately thought of Big Eye Feng. If he had just come to Beijing, he would go to Big Eye Feng first.
, Nowadays, dozens of brothers can be brought over with just one phone call. Where can there be such a scene where one is sure to be beaten?
Zhang Hengu really wished that big-eyed Feng Neng would fall from the sky, but after looking at the sky for a long time, there was not even a raindrop, let alone a human being.
Just when Zhang Hengu was about to face a physical test, a middle-aged man came over from a distance. He saw several black people surrounding a man with black hair and yellow skin and stared at him. He hurriedly shouted: "Which class are you in?"
Yes, what are you doing here?"
Zhang Hengu let out a long breath and said in his heart that I have a noble person to help me. It seems that this is true. At this critical moment of life and death, a noble person finally appeared. Although the person who came was not Big-Eyed Feng, as long as he was
Chinese people, these niggas must not dare to take action.
Zhang Hengu hurriedly waved to the middle-aged man and shouted loudly: "Fellow, fellow, these niggas are going to beat someone up1"
The middle-aged man walked up to them, stood between Zhang Hengu and the black man, and said, "Get out of here, now, or call 110 and the students from any country will be sent home immediately!"
Vargas was waiting to watch the show, and this middle-aged man muddied the waters. He wanted to beat up the person who ruined his good deeds, but when he saw the sign of Beijing Horsemanship Academy Teacher hanging on his chest, he hurriedly became frustrated.
He ran away. Before leaving, he couldn't breathe out and raised his middle finger towards Zhang Hengu.
Zhang Hengu gave a middle finger in return. He said to himself, "Boy, just wait. I'll look for Big Eye Feng when I turn around. I won't even scratch your skin, otherwise I wouldn't know how powerful the people from Beijing are!"
Watching Comrade Vargas leave, Zhang Hengu looked away and thanked the teacher, saying, "If you hadn't been here, we would have been having fun."
What Zhang Hengu said was so shameless. What do you mean by joking? If the middle-aged man hadn't happened to be passing by, Zhang Hengu would have been beaten flat and hung on the wall as a photo. He actually dared to say joking.
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The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Hengu and said, "You are also a student, right? If you don't study hard, what's the point of fighting? Those who study here are all elites from various countries, not brave and ruthless gangsters."
Zhang Hengu's eyes happened to meet those of the middle-aged man, and Zhang Hengu felt his heart shake! The middle-aged man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle in the sky, and he seemed to see through Zhang Hengu's entire body. This was a kind of
It was a feeling that he had never felt before. It seemed that the person in front of him was like a heavy mountain pressing on his heart, making him breathless. This feeling did not return to normal until the middle-aged man was far away.
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His grandmother's, this is a master from this world. Zhang Hengu's IQ increased a hundred times in a short period of time, and he immediately analyzed that the person in front of him must be a hidden martial arts master, which was rare for him.
Opportunity. Zhang Hengu hurriedly caught up with him and shouted to the man: "Are you a teacher in this school?
The middle-aged man didn't even look back and said, "If you are willing to take my class, take Tai Chi as an elective subject."
Zhang Hengu couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and joy in his heart. What he was happy about was that this person was really a teacher from the horse racing academy, and he might really have a chance. What was sad was that this middle-aged man turned out not to be a boxing coach but a Tai Chi coach. If he really was a
How good a martial arts master must be, how can his slow Tai Chi beat others to the ground?
Zhang Hengu had already taken the boxing class as an elective, thinking that he would have another chance to fight. Since Tai Chi only has four classes a week, he would just take another Tai Chi class, just in case this person is really a master. As long as he can learn
With three moves and two moves, when he returned to the Dai Gang, he would fight all over Bei Lian without any opponent, Zhang Hengu thought.
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