"I'm sorry, can you move aside a little?"
The man's body leaned against the gaming console, smiling intimately. The faint smell of cologne drifted over, making Lingjing frown.
Just now, Ya Han's stepmother was clearly setting up a blind date for Ya Han. Although she, Jiaming, and Shasha were sitting next to them, they didn't even greet this man. At most, they could only say that they glanced at each other. Now that he walked over to her side with an intimate attitude, even if he was trying to be familiar with her, it was a bit too much.
It wasn't that Ya Han was an extremely conservative girl who was obsessed with cleanliness when it came to men other than her boyfriend.
Other than Jiaming, she always had her own space. For example, she could play the piano, help others make blackboards, participate in reading clubs, and talk and laugh with ordinary boys. But this kind of intimacy must have a limit. Wen Congyi's attitude at this time had clearly exceeded the limit of ordinary friends in her heart.
Even the quiet girl, who had always treated people with a sense of propriety, would clearly express her displeasure.
"Oh, I just wanted to see if you would …"
Wen Congyi smiled and took a step back, casually waving his hand. It was undeniable that the man in front of her not only had a handsome appearance, but also had a temperament that could attract the attention of the opposite sex. His cynical smile had a trace of decadence, he should be the most popular one night stand in a bar.
Lingjing turned her head to look at the electronic screen and heard him say: "That … just now I heard Ya Han introduce you, you are Lingjing, right?"
"En." Lingjing frowned and nodded sullenly.
"I heard that Ya Han is now a teacher of Sacred Heart, then are you her student?
As far as I know, it is difficult for a high school student to become good friends with a teacher. "
The man who had returned from studying in the United States had an English accent in his mandarin. In some people's eyes, perhaps it was a sign of an elite. Lingjing didn't answer his question, because Jiaming had already walked over with a smile: "Beauty, what's the matter?"
With one hand on the back of the chair and the other on the edge of the console, it was the same position as Just now Wen Congyi, but even more intimate than him. Lingjing happily smiled, shook her head, and intimately touched Jiaming's cheek. She pointed at the question on the screen: "I don't know how to answer this question."
In between glances, she saw Shasha looking over with a smile. Lingjing secretly pouted at Wen Congyi, revealing a look of disgust. Shasha raised her eyebrows in amusement, shrugged, and turned to play the slot machine with Ya Han.
It was a complete difference in treatment. The two's attitudes made Wen Congyi frown. The most depressing thing was that as a returned student, his opinion wasn't accepted. In front of Lingjing was still the question Just now. Jiaming thought for a moment, then said: "Let's make a wild guess, we'll choose C." Then he looked up and smiled politely at Wen Congyi.
"Hello."
Seeing Jiaming look over, Wen Congyi hurriedly smiled and stretched out his hand. Jiaming shook his hand with Lingjing in between. In this action, it was as if he was hugging Lingjing's entire body. Lingjing pressed C. Then the console reported the answer: Sorry, wrong answer. Correct answer: D.
This answer was exactly the same as what Wen Congyi said, but there wasn't a hint of happiness on his face.
Lingjing hit Jiaming with slight annoyance: "I thought that C wasn't possible …" But there wasn't any anger on her face, nor was there any mention of Just now's correct answer from Wen Congyi.
The intimacy between couples wasn't based on whether it was right or wrong. Wen Congyi naturally understood this, but he still had doubts in his heart. Just now, he roughly asked about the relationship between these people. This boy called Gu Jiaming should be Liu Huaisha's boyfriend. Could it be that he was deliberately pretending to be intimate with her?
After a brief interaction, Jiaming roughly realized that the simple blind date prepared for Ya Han actually ended up with Lingjing as a foil. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But he already knew that among the three girls, Lingjing's temperament was actually the most unique. On one hand, she had the purest beauty and spirituality of an ordinary young girl. On the other hand, she had a unique maturity that was completely different from the definition of a young girl. When these two contradictory temperaments were miraculously mixed together, it was enough to create a huge attraction for some men who boasted that they were used to seeing beauties.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and smiled.
"Are you very good at quiz?"
Hearing Jiaming's question, Lingjing also raised her head to look at Wen Congyi. The man immediately laughed: "Haha, I'm not that good. It's just that the knowledge here isn't too deep for me. You know, the university in America has a wide range of knowledge, there's all kinds of knowledge …"
"Oh, then can you pass the level?"
"Pass the level …" Wen Congyi was a bit hesitant. "This, ha …" Just as he was about to refuse, Lingjing already smiled and moved aside: "You play, we've never passed the level before."
"No, you play, I'll just watch from the side."
"You play, it's okay."
Lingjing smiled sweetly. Since she had asked twice in a row, he couldn't refuse anymore. He sat in Lingjing's seat and answered a question, only to hear a sentence: "You play slowly, we have something to do." When he turned around, he could only see that the two had already walked further and further away with their arms around each other's shoulders.
He reached out and slapped the electronic screen, laughing at himself. After a moment, he lit a cigarette, shook his head, and then seriously clicked on the options on the screen.
It was already five o 'clock in the afternoon, the guests of the banquet had already arrived at the hotel. Unexpectedly, they were chosen by Ya Han's blind date. Lingjing was teased by Ya Han and Shasha, and could only helplessly smile: "Okay, okay, I won't gloat anymore, okay …" After betting the points in front of the slot machine, the four of them immediately left the entertainment room. On the way to the banquet hall, they saw a group of people wearing martial arts suits walking in front of them. Lingjing and Shasha both froze at the same time.
The people walking towards them were the Muay Thai exchange team led by the Muay Thai Grandmaster Siriwang.
Both sides had a grudge, when Siriwang saw Jiaming walking next to him, his eyes narrowed, revealing a trace of fierceness.
Jiaming just curled the corner of his mouth indifferently.
Since that night, Lingjing and Shasha only knew that this Muay Thai Grandmaster constantly challenged China's Muay Thai Grandmaster, and basically showed a valiant attitude towards those who came to challenge him, breaking many people's bones. However, they didn't know that they were also staying in the Old Garden Hotel.
Jiaming naturally knew about these things, but now that Amre had not been sent away, and Yanhuang Awakening had probably already warned them not to cause trouble, they could only make some noise in the normal competition.
The honor of China's Kung Fu naturally had nothing to do with him. As long as they didn't act recklessly, he could treat them as if they didn't exist at all.
He was used to being an assassin, and his bones were full of pragmatic indifference. At this time, he put his hands in his pockets and ignored the hostile gazes of the group of people, but this group of Thai people already showed signs of wanting to make a move.
These days, Little Meng arranged a large number of people to guard outside the hotel, saying that if any of these Thai people came out, they would kill them, give them relocation fees, and arrange for them to escape. His attitude was extremely tough.
These people didn't dare to go out alone for a while, but naturally, they had their own channels to get information and find out who the culprit of that day's conflict was.
That night at the police station, Amre was slapped until he had a concussion, but for these Thai people, the biggest shame was that Ciri Wang was spat on by more than a dozen premeditated gangsters. Ciri Wang himself probably regarded this matter as a great humiliation. In the past few days, he had released countless statements like "China's Kung Fu is all showy but not practical" and "Muay Thai is the best in the world". Every time he fought, he was extremely heavy handed, trying to beat his opponent to the last breath within the stipulated range, wanting to attract the most attention. Unfortunately, freedom of speech was not allowed in China, and Yanhuang Awakening had issued a strict order to the newspapers and television through the government. This news could only be mentioned once, so these few days, the Sino-Thai exchange had been in a "friendly" atmosphere. Presumably, this Muay Thai grandmaster also had nowhere to vent his anger.
At this time, he saw Jiaming, and his bones were already cracking. The sound was so terrifying that it sounded like firecrackers. When the disciples and entourage behind saw this situation, they whispered to each other and roughly guessed Jiaming's identity, and all of them showed a resentful look.
For a moment, the long corridor's atmosphere became extremely strange and dignified. Lingjing and Shasha were nervous, and Ya Han had only heard about this matter, but at this time, she also understood.
Although they trusted Jiaming's skills, being stared at with hostility by a Muay Thai grandmaster like Ciri Wang was definitely not something that ordinary people could completely withstand.
A few of the hotel staff were also affected by the atmosphere. They looked at Ciri Wang and the others, and then looked at the three men and one woman, and did not dare to approach.
Jiaming, who was playing the children's song "The Snail and the Oriole", looked at Ciri Wang's red eyes and brushed past the Muay Thai grandmaster. Lingjing, Shasha, and Ya Han just followed, and did not dare to look at that somewhat handsome and fierce face.
At this time, at the back of the Muay Thai team, a Thai youth of short height walked out and stood in the middle of the corridor.
These people were originally not walking in a completely orderly line in the hotel, and they were all casually chatting as they walked, but they consciously opened up a side of the corridor for others to pass. However, this youth stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and deliberately blocked the passage.
Ciri Wang had warned them not to cause trouble before, so they did not dare to directly say that they wanted to beat him up, but the provocation was obvious.
The corridor was a little quiet, and in the strange atmosphere, the attitude of the group of Thai people changed from hatred to sneers. No one spoke, and it was obvious that they were waiting to see how the three women and one man would react after being blocked.
However, Jiaming's side was not idle. The moment the youth stood in the middle of the road, Jiaming directly took off his coat, and then everyone heard a few "ka ka" sounds.
It was the sound of a pistol being loaded.
Humming the melody of "The Snail and the Oriole", a handgun appeared in Jiaming's hand. As he walked forward, he opened the safety, loaded the gun, and his thumb casually moved the hammer on the back of the gun, then pressed it back, and checked the pistol.
These martial artists from Thailand basically had some knowledge of firearms, and the moment they saw the gun, their sneers almost froze, then turned into nervousness and cold sweat.
China's gun control was very strict, and even if these foreign guests could get their hands on pistols, it was impossible for them to swagger around with them. Naturally, they did not have time to think about where Jiaming's pistol came from. The most important thing was that after Jiaming casually checked the pistol, he stretched his body while walking, and did two chest expansions. The muzzle of the pistol that was casually held moved over the upper body of each of the representatives, again and again … Being shaken by the muzzle of the pistol, some people's bodies suddenly became stiff, some people were ready to react at any time, and some accompanying people with weaker mental fortitude immediately took a few steps back. Just now, the youth who stood out looked at Jiaming motionlessly, his eyes wide open like cowbells, and was probably nervous.
"Suban!"
Before he was close enough to confront the youth, Ciri Wang shouted from the back. Then, someone in the team stretched out his hand and quickly pulled the youth called Suban away. Then, the group of people watched as Jiaming arrogantly waved his pistol and walked over.
"Ah door ah a grape tree, ah tender ah green just sprouted … ah tender ah green just sprouted … ah tender ah green just sprouted …"
The strange melody hovered in the air, and a hotel staff carrying a vase behind the Muay Thai team was also frightened by Jiaming walking over with a pistol. In this atmosphere, Jiaming pointed his pistol at the vase and then … began to water the flowers …
"Hiss, hiss …"
Small water columns danced in the air, and under the gazes of the group of Thai people who had yet to react, four figures disappeared around the corner of the corridor. In the air, there was a faint sound of a girl's chuckle …
A moment later, the corridor seemed to suddenly erupt, and hysterical shouts rang out chaotically, spreading far and wide in the hotel:
"Damn China people —"
"I'm going to kill him —"
"Stop them —"
"Su Ban!
Don't mess around! "
"Don't hold me back, ah —" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters, support the author, support the original reading!)