Chapter 1376: Can I tolerate you?

Entering the art troupe, He Xiaoping's new life began.

However, after arriving here, the timid He Xiaoping encountered new trouble: she appeared somewhat out of place.

In order to write back to her mother as soon as possible, He Xiaoping wanted to borrow Lin Dingding's clothes to take a photo, but in the end, because she was discovered, several people forcibly took them off her.

This kind of thing caused He Xiaoping's already fragile heart to become even more sensitive.

And this kind of thing wasn't just reflected in the interaction between girls; even Zhu Ke, during rehearsals, had mocked He Xiaoping, saying the smell of sweat on her was like it had been fished out of a swill bucket.

The borrowing of clothes earlier was clearly He Xiaoping's fault, because she took them without asking.

Although it was to take a photo for her mother to report safety as soon as possible, this was clearly wrong.

But weren't the actions of Lin Dingding and the others also bullying the weaker He Xiaoping?

If there was anyone in the entire art troupe who could bring a glimmer of warmth to He Xiaoping and light up her soul, it was probably only Liu Feng!

During the noon shift change, Zhang Cheng was strolling around the art troupe.

Just at this moment, Zhu Ke stood on a high platform, holding a popsicle in his hand and saying: "We must learn from Comrade Liu Feng, not fear hardship, not fear fatigue, must..."

"Get down! Who f***ing let you stand up there?"

Walking over from not far away, Zhang Cheng looked at Zhu Ke and immediately scolded him.

And hearing this serious voice, everyone turned their heads and immediately saw Zhang Cheng appear with a cold face.

"This comrade, I am here to promote..."

Just as Zhu Ke saw it was Zhang Cheng coming over, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he prepared to speak.

But before Zhu Ke could finish his words, a slap landed fiercely on Zhu Ke's face.

"Promote your mother, promote! Does he need you to promote him?"

"Pa!"

The sound of the morning slap rang out, and Zhu Ke was sent flying, slamming heavily onto the ground.

Clutching his face, Zhu Ke was a bit dazed, his head buzzing.

Because he didn't know how he had ended up on the ground.

And as the pain arrived, Zhu Ke finally reacted: he had been slapped.

"This comrade, aren't you going too far? Why hit someone?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, those who were on good terms with Zhu Ke quickly stepped forward to accuse him.

And hearing their words, Zhang Cheng said with disdain: "What are you? How dare you speak to me like that?"

Staring coldly at the other party, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Looking at Zhang Cheng's ferocity, the other party was also startled and quickly retreated.

"F*** your grandfather, you dare hit me!"

Rising in anger, Zhu Ke roared and rushed forward.

However, just after Zhu Ke slammed a punch into Zhang Cheng's face, everyone was dumbfounded.

Because Zhang Cheng actually took Zhu Ke's punch head-on.

Looking at the fist on his face, Zhang Cheng reached out, grabbed his wrist, and said: "Didn't you eat? You don't even have strength when hitting people?"

Saying this, Zhang Cheng gripped Zhu Ke's wrist tightly and then slammed a punch into his stomach.

"Puff!"

Like a cooked shrimp, Zhu Ke bent over.

Accompanied by the stomach acid he vomited, Zhu Ke only felt a heart-wrenching pain.