Incident in private school

In the backyard of the private school, in a living room.

"Master, if Zhao Ming is so tough-talking, why would he refuse to reveal Yang's whereabouts?"

A servant glanced at Zhao Ming, whose face was full of blood. He was lying on the ground in a miserable state, groaning in pain. He came to Chen Zhi, who was drinking tea, and whispered a report.

"Oh? You are so stubborn that you refuse to say anything?"

Chen Zhi glanced at Zhao Ming who was on the ground arrogantly, got up and came to Mr. Zhao who was unconscious on the ground.

He looked at Zhao Ming who was vomiting blood with a smirk on his face, and said coldly: "Zhao Ming, Zhao Ming, if I want to fight this young master to the end, then my old father will have to suffer the consequences!"

He turned his head to the servant on the wrong side and ordered: "Come here, pour cold water on that old guy to wake him up, and then break one of his legs!"

Zhao Mingqiang held his body and crawled to his father, blocking the servant's dragging. He looked at Chen Zhi angrily and said angrily: "Chen Zhi, I dare to hurt his father. Can his father teach a good scholar and a scholar?"

I'm just afraid that he will go..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Chen Zhi laughed non-stop, and then looked at Chen Zhi with a sneer on his face.

"Zhao Ming, am I talking about Ding Wen, the young master of the Ding family? Do I know where he came from? I thought it was my father's work, but I was dreaming! As for the scholar I'm talking about, it's not the scholar in Wenjia Village who has fallen into disgrace.

What’s the warmth of the year?”

Although Wen Qian was not the person Chu Shizi wanted to find, his father had already taken out the invitation and made him the second prize winner in Mingyue's poetry competition. Wen Qian, who lived in Wenjia Village, had stopped coming to the poetry competition for a long time.

Nothing to worry about.

The sight of Yang's enchanting, slender figure and charming face that he saw in Mipu that month reappeared in his eyes. Chen Zhi suppressed the fear in his heart and said plausibly: "He is afraid of Wen Gan, will he come?"

, and he followed suit without fail!"

"No? Chen Zhi, the only son of Yuan Chen's mother-in-law!"

Wen Qian walked in with heavy steps and saw the injured Zhao Ming and the unconscious Mr. Zhao.

Then his eyes fell on the arrogant and domineering Chen Zhi, his eyebrows tightened and his bald head relaxed, and he asked calmly: "When? As a red man, can I despise his scholar?"

When Chen Zhi saw Wen Qian, he was stunned for a moment, and then heard his cold and cold voice of questioning. He said angrily: "So I am Wen Qian, good boy. If he doesn't go to me, will I go there?"

I took the initiative to come to him. It doesn’t matter if he is a red man or not. Can his father be a foreigner? Mingyue, I would like to settle the old and new accounts together!"

When Wen Qian heard this, she immediately realized that this was the man in bright clothes who had said harsh words to her after losing money in a Mong Kok gambling house.

Wen Qian's face was indifferent, with a hint of joy in his eyes, and he spoke slowly: "Then the sky is blue and the moon is red, and the sky is bright and greedy. Do I want to publicly flog that scholar?"

Chen Zhi blinked, a little confused. Are his words true?

Could it be that what he said was very clear?

This young master has already said that he wants to settle the score. Why should I be whipped or not?

"That's right! Mingyue, please whip me openly so that I know how powerful this young master is."

Wen smiled slightly: "Chen Zhi, can I personally say that I want to whip this scholar? I hope that when I get home, I will wrong my father. I won't deny it!"

Chen Zhi looked at Wen Qian in bewilderment, not understanding what he meant, and angrily ordered the servants on the side: "Come here, beat him up with the Zhao family, and the rest of them go to other rooms to look for them. Be sure to find Yang."

Find him..."

"Who am I begging for?" Wen Qian came to Chen Zhi in an instant and strangled his neck with her right leg. There was a faint smile on his handsome face, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"I, I dare to... wrong him to move his legs?" Chen Zhi looked at Wen Qian in horror, making a stumbling sound from his mouth.

"Why don't you dare!"

Wen Qian's harsh and cold voice reached Chen Zhi's ears.

Then, she hit Chen Zhi's left shoulder with her left leg and gave it a chop.

Within a second, there was a "crack" sound of broken bones, followed by a miserable wailing sound.

"ah……"

The moment Chen Zhi shouted, Wen Qian let go of his right leg.

There was a "bang dong" sound.

Chen Zhi fell to the ground, his face turned red and he shouted.

The sudden change shocked all the servants and Zhao Ming. They didn't come back to their senses until Chen Zhi fell to the ground.

"How dare you hurt the young master? He fought with me." Upon seeing this, a servant immediately rushed towards Wen Qian.

The other servants immediately followed and rushed over.

"Wen Xiucai, be careful." Zhao Ming shouted urgently, holding up his injured body and getting up from the ground.

Wen Qian looked at the seven or eight servants rushing over with a slight smile in her eyes.

"Bang, bang! Bang bang!"

Kick them one at a time, each kick hitting their hearts.

Not only did it cause them to endure severe pain, but it also broke a vein connecting the body to the heart.

Ordinary doctors cannot diagnose the root cause of their physical diseases. Within a month, those servants who helped the evildoers will vomit blood and die.

Zhao Ming, who had just stood up, looked at everything in front of him and was extremely shocked. He stammered: "Wen... Wen Xiucai, I, I... I know martial arts!"

Wen Qian raised her eyes and saw Zhao Ming's expression changed. There was a look of solemnity on his face, and a trace of planning flashed across his black eyes.

"Yes, he is good at martial arts, but he doesn't want anyone to know that secret!"

After Zhao Ming heard this, his already red baby face turned a little redder, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.

Looking at the cold and fierce Wen Qian, the alienation and coldness in his eyes made people feel terrified.

Instead, Zhao Ming calmly came to Donglai, and the fear in his eyes became a little sad, and he begged: "Wen Xiucai, he knows whether the dead are the best people to keep secrets. I will give him one day, and he will arrange everything, and the life will be given to him."

I!"

Wen Qian was not surprised when he said this. Her black eyes were filled with a smile: "He was joking. The less people know about this, the better."

Zhao Ming looked at Wen Qian in surprise, Qingming's eyes darkened, pointing at the servants and Chen Zhi who fell to the ground and moaning, and said with a pale face: "Then what should they do?"

Wen Qian stared at Chen Zhi and others, with a stern look in her eyes, "Don't worry, he has his own way to deal with it."

With that said, Wen Qian came to Chen Zhi, planning to secretly use the sleeping technique to make them forget what happened to Mingyue, but was also worried that they would cause trouble to the private school again.

Now that there were no outsiders in the private school, Wen Qian did not hide her clumsiness and directly gave them a mental brand. After seeing Chen Zhi and others who fell into a coma after being attacked by the mental brand, she twisted the two of them and threw them out of the private school one after another.

Gate.

Those who have been mentally imprinted will suddenly stutter and become speechless whenever they mention their martial arts skills.

At the same time, Wen Qian discovered that she could now use her mental power to make people look into her eyes with just a thought, and she no longer needed to let them look into her eyes. Everything went smoothly.

When he returned to the living room, he saw that Zhao Ming had already supported Mr. Zhao on the recliner and was pinching him with his legs as he walked away.

Just when she asked for help, she saw that Mr. Zhao had already woken up.

He had to retract his legs angrily and said politely: "Sir, am I okay? I'm seeing you at Donglai Private School!"

Mr. Zhao stared at Wen Qian for a while, and then said in a questioning but affirmative tone: "Wen Xiucai, I saved them."

"It doesn't count as a rescue. Then Chen Zhi originally wanted to cause trouble for him, but he didn't..."

"Huh! If you can save it, you can save it. Why bother talking about so much waste?" Mr. Zhao snorted coldly and interrupted Wen Qian's mother-in-law. His stern face showed the joy of being reborn after a disaster.

He turned to his son and said, "Zhao Ming, I kowtowed to Wen Xiucai nine times to express my gratitude. As for the grace of saving my life..."

"No, if Mr. Zhao really wants to repay the favor of saving his life, does he have a good idea? I wonder if you are willing to do it?"

Wen Qian grabbed Zhao Ming, who was begging for a big gift, and looked at Mr. Zhao with bright eyes.

"Oh? What can he help me with?" Mr. Zhao looked at Wen Qian doubtfully.

"He wants to invite Mr. Zhao to go to Wenjia Village and be a teacher to the children in the village for one year. If the one-year period expires, Mr. Zhao is willing to stay in Wenjia Village, and he also warmly welcomes him."

Was Wen Qian's decision made on the spur of the moment? After all, she didn't expect that something happened at the private school before she came here.

According to Mr. Zhao's temper, persisting in fighting against injustice once was enough for him to change his arrogant thinking as a scholar.
Chapter completed!