"Hello classmate, my name is Zhang Jing, a freshman in the preparatory class. Who should I report to?"
There were a lot of people coming and going, so Zhang Jing stopped a woman dressed in mature clothes to ask.
The woman is about twenty-six or seventeen years old, with black hair like a waterfall, long legs, an upright figure, and yellow skin.
"Zhang Jing," the woman murmured in Mandarin, opened the carry-on list, and said for a moment: "My name is Gusg, and you are my student, preparatory class two, in this classroom next to me."
It sounds like Gus, or Gosi.
As the name suggests, it represents beauty and romance. For Gus, he lives up to his name.
"It turns out he's a teacher," Zhang Jing said flatteringly, "He looks so young, I thought he was a classmate."
Gus pointed to the second classroom on the left on the first floor, "You go in and sit for a while, I'll come over later."
Finally finding the organization, bidding farewell to the teachers in a hurry, Zhang Jing walked into the second class of the preparatory course.
The classroom was of average size, with about twenty-three or four people sitting in it. Judging by their skin color and facial features, there were Indians, South Asians, Dragonites, Eastern Europeans, and two African Americans.
It's a bit like a small United Nations.
Zhang Jing looked at everyone in the classroom, and everyone was also looking at him.
Appreciate each other.
After a while, Zhang Jing walked to the third row and sat down.
The fourth and fifth rows were almost full, and no one liked sitting in the front.
"Hello classmate," a girl next to her greeted Zhang Jing, "my name is Irina Svitolina, can you speak Mandarin?"
Girls can't fool Zhang Jing anymore. This is an authentic Yi woman, but she speaks 666 in Mandarin.
"I once studied abroad in the Dragon Kingdom," Irina complained. "When I returned home, I encountered war and unfortunately became a refugee."
He felt sympathy for Irina for a second, and handed her fist over, "Zhang Jing, nice to meet you."
Irina smiled and raised her fist to bump with Zhang Jing.
At this time, an Eastern European man in his twenties who seemed not to be trifled with walked in at the door of the classroom. He looked at him for a while and walked up to Zhang Jing.
“#￥%&”
He couldn't understand the language, so he gestured to Zhang Jing to change seats, and his attitude was very arrogant.
Everyone looked at Zhang Jing.
When people sit at home, disaster comes from heaven. What should we do in this situation?
Thanks for the two years of treasure hunting experience. I have been frustrated, proud, bullied, and bullied others.
Know how to take action when it's time to take action to protect your property and reputation.
Zhang Jing stood up, walked to the side, and with the Eastern European's mocking expression, he picked up the chair next to him and slammed the Eastern European on the back.
Bang!
Suddenly hit hard, the Eastern European fell forward and was on all fours trying to get up.
Zhang Jing didn't stop, he took a step forward and hit it hard again, and again, and again, until the chair was smashed.
Until the Eastern European couldn't get up, his back was covered with injuries and he couldn't move.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and dialed Ding Jiaqi's number, "I had a conflict with someone in the classroom of the State Technical College. Find me a barrister. Don't worry about the price."
"Are you injured?" Ding Jiaqi asked worriedly.
"No, the other party's injuries are probably a bit serious."
Ding Jiaqi felt relieved, "As long as you're fine, a lawyer will be there soon. Don't be anxious or worry. There is money here to take care of everything."
It sounds reassuring.
Ding Jiaqi said as if she had experienced it before, "Go outside the classroom now and wait for the police and ambulance to arrive. Don't worry about anything else. Don't talk about the case until the lawyer arrives."
Zhang Jing hung up the phone just as teacher Gus walked in. She was stunned by the situation in front of her.
The campus police arrived five or six minutes later. Zhang Jing put down his cell phone in advance, put his head in his hands, and surrendered.
Then the ambulance arrived and the injured was put on a stretcher.
Zhang Jing was taken to the police station in front of the school.
"Why are you beating people?" a Hispanic policeman asked Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing didn't understand, so he locked his hands behind his back and remained silent.
After a few questions to no avail, the Hispanic policeman found a middle-aged Chinese policeman, sat opposite Zhang Jing, and asked in Mandarin, "Are you from Long Country?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"Why fight?"
"I'm thirsty and haven't eaten breakfast. Is there any water and bread?"
"This is the police station." The middle-aged Chinese man reminded Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing retorted, "The police station is not an Asura hell. I have the right to raise basic survival requirements."
The Chinese policeman laughed angrily, "I feel like a veteran."
Zhang Jing remained silent.
Luo Qiang looked up and down. He doubted whether Zhang Jing could afford a lawyer. As soon as this idea came up, he saw Shen Mingming, a famous Chinese barrister in Seattle, walking in confidently.
"Mr. Zhang Jing, right?" Shen Mingming asked directly.
"it's me."
As if possessed by a god of confidence, Shen Mingming looked at Luo Qiang and said clearly, "My assistant has been to the classroom, and the case has been investigated clearly. Mr. Zhang Jing fought back in self-defense, and my team has applied for bail on his behalf;
In addition, we are preparing to sue the other party for causing trouble. Please be kind to my client for the next two hours, because he will leave here before 12 noon. "
Luo Qiang's jaw dropped. He looked at Zhang Jing in disbelief and asked, "Is this a rich man?"
Shen Mingming did not answer directly, but the answer was obvious, otherwise he would not have rushed over so quickly.
