Of course, there is another saying among the international students that in order to get a place to study abroad, Lee Hye-young became the mistress of the foreign exchange leader of the school at that time. Koreans are a nation that understands and likes to stick together. Although they know that Lee Hye-young's character is not very good, these foreign students usually live in a circle with tolerance.
Park Hyun-ah is a screenwriter who often immerses herself in the world of Korean dramas about princes and princesses that she describes. Although Cha Moon-tae is very attentive to her, he is far inferior to the protagonists in those stories. So Park Hyun-ah still prefers the mysterious Fang Zhicheng. From the first day they met, she thought that this was a love that was destined to happen.
Park Hyun-ya was a little disappointed and said with a wry smile: "Okay, let's leave early later."
This woman is very thin-skinned and can't stand Che Wentai's provocation even more than Fang Zhicheng.
Of course, this is also because Fang Zhicheng has a special voice, that is, he does not understand Korean. Che Wentai said a lot of gibberish, but he just treated it as wind and noise in his ears, letting it go in one ear and out the other, completely ignoring Che Wentai.
Seeing that Fang Zhicheng still didn't take the bait, Che Wentai's face turned gloomy. Li Huiying leaned over and whispered, "Oppa, you scolded the Chinese in Korean, and others didn't understand at all, so of course they didn't react at all."
Che Wentai was stunned for a moment, and said in an awkward whisper: "I actually forgot about this." Che Wentai's IQ was obviously not very good. Of course, on the other hand, it was also because he learned Chinese mediocrely. He could barely communicate, but it would be difficult to curse. After all, his Chinese teacher would never teach him those words.
Immediately, he took a deep breath and said in not very fluent Chinese: "You, please leave HyunA! You, are not worthy of her!"
Fang Zhicheng glanced at Che Wentai and said, "Brother, this is the first time we meet, there is no need to have a deep hatred. Don't chatter like Tang Seng. I just want to come over for a meal. And, if you really want this woman next to me, I'll give her to you."
Park Hyun-a's face turned a little ugly. She didn't expect Fang Zhicheng to say that, and she showed a slightly sad expression.
Fang Zhicheng had no feelings for Park Hyun-a to begin with, and when he suddenly provoked Che Wentai, a neurotic Korean, at the table, he suddenly felt a little unhappy.
Li Huiying looked at Park Hyun-ah with a sneer and said, "Hyun-ah, I didn't expect you to have such a bad taste. He is not even close to Wen Tai Oppa. He has no gentlemanly manners at all. You will suffer if you follow him in the future."
Park Hyun-ah blushed and said unhappily, "What do you know? This is called manly dominance. I like this kind of temperament in Zhicheng Oppa, and you women don't know how to appreciate it."
When Fang Zhicheng heard what Park Hyun-a said, he felt a little apologetic. He regretted having behaved so rudely just now.
Che Wentai didn't expect Fang Zhicheng to be so arrogant. The main reason was that Fang Zhicheng was in a bad mood today, and he was also a little wary of foreigners.
Our ancestors once said, “Those who are not of our race must have different hearts.”
Che Wen was so angry. After he came to China, if the people around him knew that he was Korean, they would always be very kind to him, which gradually formed a sense of superiority in him.
Che Wentai angrily scolded: "You are a Chinese with no quality."
Che Wentai had scolded Fang Zhicheng a lot before, but Fang Zhicheng didn't understand it, which doesn't mean he would silently endure Che Wentai's verbal attacks.
Fang Zhicheng's personality has become much calmer in the past two days. In fact, he is a ruffian at heart, otherwise he would not have beaten Deng Hongguo twice in Dongtai.
Fang Zhicheng stood up and pointed at Che Wentai and said, "What is quality? Do you think you have quality if you can only talk big? Today I will tell you that the difference between us Chinese men and you Korean men is that our quality is proved by our fists. Whoever has the bigger fist has quality."
Park Hyun-a didn't expect Fang Zhicheng's tone to be so murderous, and she was stunned for a moment. She didn't know whether she was confused or at a loss.
Without waiting for Park Hyun-ya to react, Fang Zhicheng stood up and walked in front of Che Wentai. He roughly estimated Che Wentai's height, about 1.75 meters, half a head shorter than Fang Zhicheng. Fang Zhicheng held Che Wentai's collar with one hand and pushed him hard twice. Che Wentai's arrogance just now disappeared immediately, and fear appeared in his eyes.
Fang Zhicheng's move was smooth and before he could react, he kicked Che Wentai in the abdomen. Che Wentai held his stomach and half-knelt in front of Fang Zhicheng in pain.
Everyone was stunned. No one expected Fang Zhicheng to actually take action. In South Korea, disputes also occur in similar public places, but people tend to argue with words and rarely resort to action. Looking at it in a broader sense, when facing territorial disputes with island countries, they tend to wave flags and shout, or seek support from the United States.
Every nation has its bad qualities. For example, the Chinese people like to watch from the sidelines, act independently, and rarely stick together. The Korean people have a high opinion of themselves, think they are morally superior, and like to brag about themselves, but in fact they have a serious inferiority complex.
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Fang Zhicheng looked back at Park Hyun-a and said coldly.
"Let's go!" Park Hyun-a finally came to her senses, picked up the handbag next to her, and followed Fang Zhicheng out of the restaurant.
"I'm sorry, I didn't help you perform this scene well today." Fang Zhicheng saw that Park Hyun-a was in a low mood and comforted her softly.
Park Hyun-ya shook her head, showing annoyance, and said: "This has nothing to do with you. It's mainly because Wen Taijun went too far. Of course, you shouldn't hit him."
Fang Zhicheng laughed at himself and said, "Some disputes can be resolved through verbal communication, but some disputes are useless no matter how many words are said. The only way is to resort to the most primitive force. Che Wentai and I have communication barriers in language. Just as he used a lot of dirty words to scold me in Korean, if I used a lot of Chinese to fight back against him, I am afraid it would be a bull's elasticity, so I chose a simpler and more direct method to make him shut up completely."
Park Hyun-ya was stunned for a long while, obviously trying to understand the meaning of Fang Zhicheng's words. After a long time, she said, "I finally understand. You think Wen Taijun's Chinese level is too poor, and you are unwilling to argue with him in Chinese, so you use your fist to tell him that you don't like him."
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and looked at Park Hyun-ya. He felt that her way of understanding was a little strange, but not far off. He smiled and said, "Yes, that's what I mean."
Park Hyun-a suddenly paused, touched her belly, and an embarrassed look appeared on her face.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Since I ruined your party, I'll treat you to a meal as compensation."
Park Hyun-A waved her hands quickly and said, "You don't need to treat me. I'll treat you."
Fang Zhicheng gradually understood the character of Koreans. This is a nation that likes to brag about itself, so he stopped talking and said, "There are many restaurants nearby. Let's choose one. What do you want to eat?"
Park Hyun-Ah's mood improved a little, and she said, "I really want to eat grilled pork belly now!"
Fang Zhicheng was slightly stunned. Just as the rumors said, Koreans really have a special liking for pork.
There were many Chinese restaurants around, so it was difficult to eat barbecue. Fang Zhicheng randomly chose one and ordered a portion of salt-fried pork belly for Park Hyun-ya. The method of salt-fried pork belly is to slice the pork belly, fry it in oil, add green pepper to remove the fishy smell, and sprinkle some cumin powder on it before serving. The taste is very unique, a bit like Korean barbecue, but more intense than that.
Park Hyun-ah ate this dish for the first time and praised it highly. Fang Zhicheng saw that he and Park Hyun-ah were already eating at the same table, which was also a transition from strangers to acquaintances, so he deliberately asked about Park Hyun-ah's family and background.
Park Hyun-ya seemed reluctant to talk about her family, and she always cleverly avoided the topic. Fang Zhicheng secretly thought that this Korean woman might not be as simple as she looked, and she seemed to be hiding some secrets.
However, since she was unwilling to say, there was no need for me to press her too hard, otherwise it would make me appear to be too purposeful.
After finishing their meal, the two hailed a taxi back to the community. Fang Zhicheng sent Park Hyun-ya downstairs and said with a smile, "Thank you for treating me to a big meal tonight."
Park Hyun-ya's beautiful eyes sparkled as she softly invited him, "How about going up and sitting down? I'll buy you a cup of coffee?"