Chapter 135 The International Martial Arts Competition Begins (6)
"Isn't it?"
Disappointed.
"Sister, am I not your child adopter?"
Zhao Qinglan said seriously: "No." She
She had never regarded him as a child adoptive husband. Zhao Qinglan frowned slightly, feeling complicated.
"Sister, I heard that only by becoming my sister's child adopter can I be together forever when we grow up. I want to be with my sister forever, so can I be my sister's child adopter?" The eleven-year-old boy said,
You still speak childishly.
Zhao Qinglan pressed her fingers on her temples, her head hurt.
How should she explain that being together is not what he thought it was?
"Don't listen to other people's nonsense..."
Xiaoyu felt aggrieved.
My sister actually said that she was not her child adoptive husband. She was so angry. No, he is, just, her child adoptive husband. When he grows up, he will marry her as her husband.
Two days later, someone from the National Wushu Association in Shangjing came to pick her up.
Also following her were Zhao Qingyuan and the others. Zhao Qinglan was not surprised at all that her brother was going too.
Before leaving, Zhao's mother was worried about her daughter and wanted to go with her. But they didn't know foreign languages, and they would be blind when they went there. They might not even be able to find a public restroom on the street. So, they could only go there.
Watching TV at home cheers my daughter up.
This time I am going to Beijing and I have to take a plane.
In the hall, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother reluctantly held their daughter's hand and warned their son.
"Zhao Qingyuan, you have to take good care of your sister. Your sister is weak and weak. It is her first time to go abroad. She goes so far away and is not familiar with the place outside. She may not be accustomed to the local environment and may not be able to eat well or sleep well. Just think about it.
Worry, we are not around, so you, the older brother, need to be more cautious."
The corner of Zhao Qingyuan's mouth twitched and he glanced at his sister. This is called a bad body and bones. Not to mention the state of her sister's martial arts, she was born with such power that she could easily break an electric pole with a fist.
Who is not a child yet? This is his first time traveling far away. Mom and dad, look at me.
Poor.
"Dad, Mom, this is also my first time traveling far away."
Zhao Ma rolled her eyes at him, reached out and rubbed his head, pretending to be disgusted and said: "Go away, you are so grown up, and you are still competing with your sister for favor."
"Woooo x﹏x, mom, tell me, I am really your biological child, right?"
Standing aside, Father Zhao reached out and patted his shoulder: "No."
"Hey, how is that possible? I am my mother's favorite son." Zhao Qingyuan reached out and hugged his parents. "Mom and dad, don't worry, I will take good care of my little sister."
Xiao Yu stepped forward.
"Aunt Lin, don't worry, I will protect my sister."
"Okay, it's time to check in, you go! Lanlan, play well, don't miss us, come back early. Wow x﹏x, my treasure."
Looking at the woman in front of me, this is how my father feels.
The warmth from my family hits my heart.
"Mom, we'll be back soon."
"Okay, let's call mom when we get there."
"Yeah."
After bidding farewell to his parents, Zhao Qinglan and the others took a plane to leave. They were going to Beijing first to meet up with the members of the national team.
After flying for three hours, we arrived in Shangjing.
Those who came to pick her up were members of the country's special department, as well as people from the martial arts association. Among the people from the special department, she also saw two acquaintances.
The country is very fond of her.
"Xiao Zhao, I'm finally here."
"Mr. Li, Director Wang, I have kept you waiting for a long time."
"I've met the teacher."
"Teacher Xiao Zhao."
Zhao Qinglan is used to people calling her teacher.
"Haha, just come and I'll take you to meet someone."
"Okay..."
Got off the plane.
I took a car directly to the Wushu Association headquarters.