Shota, who was also waiting in line, was suddenly shocked.
He pretended to be calm and didn't show any thoughts on the surface.
Shota thinks that his Chinese proficiency is very good, so good that as long as he doesn't take the initiative to admit it, others will think that he is an authentic Daxia person.
"Matsuda Shota, why are you here?" Duan Shanying gritted his teeth and stared at Shota's back.
He knew this person even if he turned into ashes.
A man whose mind is filled with Japanese militarism.
He even talked about the humiliating history of Daxia and was very proud of it.
Hearing the sound, Shota Matsuda's heart skipped a beat and he slowly turned around. The result he least expected to see happened.
Damn it, I actually ran into someone I knew.
Shota Matsuda raised a smile and greeted him in a friendly manner, "Shanying, congratulations on being rescued."
Duan Shanying looked lazily at Matsuda Shota's hypocritical smile and said directly to the recorder next to him: "I know this person. He is from the Japanese country, not from our Daxia."
Shota Matsuda looked ugly for a moment, but soon returned to his normal state.
"Those who are capable work hard. I think Daxia should not be stingy about helping international friends."
"Daxia has always flaunted its beautiful qualities of tolerance and peace. Presumably, at this critical moment, the people of Daxia will not ignore the help of a friend from a neighboring country."
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Shota Matsuda continued: "My country will thank you."
With Shota Matsuda taking the lead, the people around him from other countries, who were looking at what was happening in front of them with envy, were eager to speak.
Duan Shanying was trembling with anger and was about to scold him for being shameless.
A man in combat uniform walked towards me, swinging an electric baton.
His gentle yet powerful words spread throughout the Temporary Point.
"Please pay attention to order. Everyone present can receive a piece of relief supplies. However, on the return flight to Daxia, only citizens of Daxia are allowed to enter."
"I'm sorry, Daxia's power is limited and can only barely protect the people of Daxia."
"But you don't have to worry, I believe the rescuers from your country are on their way here."
The impressive Daxia rescuers walked over with sonorous and powerful steps.
Their sharp eyes swept over the somewhat turbulent scene, and they silently held the weapons in their hands and stood at the boarding gate.
People from all over the world, who were still a little bit critical at first, immediately put away their small thoughts and scolded their own country's leaders bloody.
The two Korean girls watched with envy and jealousy as their Daxia classmate happily boarded the return flight.
I could only shout from behind, "For the sake of my classmates, please help inform our parents about us when you get back."
They know their own country.
It is better to place hope on them than on their parents.
Both girls have very good family backgrounds and come from several famous chaebol families in Goryeo.
My parents must be able to find a way to rescue her faster than their country can.
Facing the cold-faced Daxia rescuers, Matsuda Shota was furious, wanting to curse and force his way in. In the end, he could only watch the Daxia people board the plane one by one until the last person boarded the passenger plane.
The huge cabin door slowly closed in front of them, and then rose into the sky.
On the seventh hour after the disaster.
Daxia took back all their compatriots who were in distress.
Houston's disaster is far from over.
After Daxia's passenger plane left, three hours later, a new round of earthquakes and tremors began.
This time, the entire city of Houston was buried.
It was like an invisible hand, lightly erasing this territory on the map.
After landing, it was already early morning on the second day.
Moyang had a deep sleep, and when she got up the next day, she discovered that the news about Houston's destruction was overwhelming.
She looked at the clear pictures taken by the satellite and felt lingering fear.
She was almost, almost almost, one of them.
Thank you to Sangsang store, thank you to the motherland, thank you to the lovely rescuers, thank you...
She thanked everyone she could thank.
Afterwards, she immediately used all her literary skills and wrote a long thank you comment.
Sangsang saw the comments immediately and spent ten minutes admiring the praises of buyers in the comments.
Hey, Piaozhuang was a little over the top for a while. If she didn't have so few materials at hand, she could perform a show of making three hundred small things in anger.
Qin Qiqiao watched Sang Sang stare at the computer screen, not moving for a long time, and urged, "Have you made your choice?"
"Hurry up, there are rumors that Fu Wenyi has chosen this finance course. Many people are rushing to choose this course for him. If it is later, we will not be able to choose it."
Sangsang was confused: "Who is Fu Wenyi?"
Qin Qiqiao's gentle face almost cracked, revealing an incredulous look, "No way, you've been enrolled in school for several days, and you don't even know about the campus idol Fu Wenyi of Pengyang University?"
"You have no idea how popular he is."
"I don't know."
Just when Qin Qiqiao had a rare case of sexual infatuation, Sangsang quickly selected a class and submitted it.
In a flash, Qin Qiqiao's scream was stuck in her throat, "You, what class did you choose just now?"
"Agriculture????" What the hell?
Qin Qiqiao shook Sangsang's shoulders in despair, "Retreat and re-elect."
Can you imagine a little fairy studying art design carrying a hoe to plant vegetables?
Sangsang was puzzled. She could feel that agriculture, in layman's terms, farming, was an instinct engraved in the genes and blood of Daxia people.
She thought this major was the one with the most applications, but she didn't expect that there were only a handful of applicants.
Did you sign up for any finance course... It's a waste of the talents of Daxia people.
"Why do you have to choose again? Don't you like it?"
Before Xia Qiqiao could answer, Sang Sang was attracted by a news feed.
Qin Qiqiao also walked over and marveled, "I heard that the number of casualties in this disaster in Houston cannot be counted."
In the face of huge casualties, the contrast between the lightning-like speed of Daxia people and the meager casualties of Daxia attracted the attention of people all over the world.
"Our country is still great."
On the other hand, the more severe Daxia is, the families of casualties in other countries have a lot of resentment towards their own country.
Qin Qiqiao was delighted, watching other people's shock, shock, and praise for Da Xia's action, and he was fascinated by it.
Sangsang was thinking about something else in her mind.
The more Sangsang looked at the pictures and images of the catastrophic disaster in Houston, the more he felt vaguely familiar.
Before she could think about it, there was a knock at the door of the dormitory.
"Qin Sangsang, there is someone looking for you downstairs."
