Mullet roe, sea urchins, king crabs, and shrimps as long as an adult man's forearm...
Chen Yang touched his belly and pressed the elevator button with an afterthought on his face.
"Ding~"
When the elevator arrived, the door just opened a little and then closed again.
Huh?
Chen Yang vaguely saw a man and a woman struggling through the cracks in the elevator.
At a glance, I couldn't see clearly.
He frowned and pressed the elevator button a few more times.
After opening and closing many times, the elevator door finally opened.
Chen Yang also saw clearly what was going on inside.
Qingqing is a man and a woman. In the elevator, one insists on hugging and the other struggles. They come and go, and I don’t know which one’s body keeps hitting the elevator’s door button.
Chen Yang walked into the elevator and glanced at the man and woman.
Chen Yang didn't pay attention to the quarrel, but when the elevator opened and closed, he vaguely heard a few Japanese words floating out.
"いらない——"
Girls keep shouting this, it doesn’t mean it’s necessary.
"Huh? Are you Japanese?"
"It doesn't look like it."
The man looks more like a Japanese, an unimproved breed. He is nearly 1.6 meters tall, wearing wooden-rimmed glasses and wearing wooden clogs.
The woman is more than half a head taller than the man, at least 1.7 meters tall. She has a beautiful face and white skin. It makes people highly doubt that this is the part that hit the elevator door button before?
She is a pretty good-looking girl. As for her shortcomings, it may be that her body proportions are not golden enough and her upper body is a bit longer.
Not like Japanese, but like...
Shandong people?!
Chen Yang once had a female classmate from out of town who had this typical appearance. It was said that she was still below average in her local area.
Chen Yang was thinking wildly and pressed the floor button. Then he heard a crisp sound, and then a soft body bumped into him.
"ah!"
The girl screamed and couldn't get up from Chen Yang's arms for a while.
Her face was red and swollen.
Hitting women?
Chen Yang's expression changed. He couldn't stand even a Japanese woman.
"Yes~I'm sorry."
The girl came back to her senses, hurriedly came out of Chen Yang's arms, bowed and apologized.
The Chinese characters are straight and round, with a bit of Shandong accent.
"Chinese people?"
Chen Yang asked.
The girl nodded and whispered: "I am Chinese and a junior student at Jinei University."
In the space of two sentences, the Japanese man who had just hit someone stepped up on his wooden clogs, pointed arrogantly at Chen Yang, and spat out a few Japanese sentences:
"Chinese Pig, get away, you are in my way."
"Don't you know you can't cause trouble to others?"
"I hate being in the same elevator with you Chinese people the most. The air is smelly from your breath."
Chen Yang didn't move at all. The female student was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so she covered her face and translated simultaneously.
"China is such a disgusting country."
"Poor, dirty and messy."
"Even Chinese women."
"Can't you just be obedient?"
"I think I just didn't fight enough. It was the same with the last one. It annoyed me to death."
The Japanese were still chattering, and the female student was translating sentence after sentence.
Chen Yang wanted to say at first that these nonsense did not need to be translated, but later he didn't want to say it anymore and his face turned pale.
Seeing that the female student didn't come over obediently, the Japanese ignored Chen Yang, stepped forward angrily, and slapped the girl on the face with a rounded palm.
Because of the difference in size, he really couldn't hit her if his slap wasn't round.
"Die!"
Short winter melon Japanese people are short and stocky, and if I slap them relentlessly, the female student will probably end up in the hospital.
"Ah~~"
The female student was so frightened that she only had time to scream.
Seeing that Xiao Donggua was about to slap her on the face, Chen Yang moved.
His left hand rose up to catch the short winter melon's slap.
He raised his right hand and threw the short winter melon hard with the back of his hand.