Looking away from Huo Siyu's straight back, Zheng Wenwen complained: Hanhan, you are so impatient.
Am I impatient? Gu Hanhan really feels that there is no one who can beat her up more than this. Zheng Wenwen is clearly your puppy love!
Zheng Wenwen stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Gu Hanhan's eyes, and corrected her: It's not puppy love, I'm already over eighteen years old. After correcting her, she took back her hand, changed her tone to a more serious tone, and continued: Actually, I called him mainly because I wanted to ask about Huangzhuang University, and he was so lucky to study land trade. In addition to inquiring about information, you can also have a romantic relationship or something, which is also a matter of killing two birds with one stone. Hanhan, don’t you think it’s amazing that a college boy who is an indigenous person on Earth doesn’t play dungeons or fall in love during his break, but instead works part-time in a restaurant that only aliens visit? How inspiring and uplifting!
Gu Hanhan thought for a while and said: Just so-so.
Zheng Wenwen spread her hands and said: Anyway, I will definitely not be able to serve aliens, even if I don't have the money to buy Ladislaus' new album.
Gu Hanhan expressed disbelief: That’s not necessarily true. Didn't you go without dinner for a month last time in order to buy Ladislaus's signed album?
How is that the same? Zheng Wenwen sneered, "It's just a matter of not eating. What's the issue of living habits?" Working for aliens is a moral issue! That's called self-destruction! I definitely can't do it.
Gu Hanhan smiled: You really have double standards! Ah, when you work for the aliens, you are willing to surrender. When that Fitz rabbit carries the plate to the aliens, you are working hard. Inspirational legend, you——
The majestic national anthem suddenly sounded, like a hurricane rushing across the plains, interrupting Gu Hanhan's speech. A big hole suddenly opened in the blue and green sky, and dark clouds suddenly covered the sky. It was supposed to be a storm, but in the blink of an eye, the dark clouds swirled and spread, and what emerged after several changes was the circular logo of a federal television station.
Now insert a special news: China News Service, July 25th, at 3:35 pm local time, the 378th meeting of the Galaxy Alliance Committee for the Protection of Environmental Species in the Place of Origin of Humankind, and the 25th meeting of the "Convention on Reserved Areas of the Earth" The Jordanian Conference was held in Ochen, the capital of the Martian Empire. 6,435 national and regional leaders attended the meeting. Marshal Maximilian, Prime Minister of the Martian Empire, attended the opening ceremony of the conference and delivered an opening speech. Please listen to the detailed report below——
The federal government is so disgusting and has no lower limits. Like all patients with the rebellious Angry Youth Syndrome, Zheng Wenwen has a strong opinion against the federal government. Special news is forced to be broadcast regardless of anything, which is a violation of human rights!
Maybe it's because this conference is more important. Didn't Mars and Ogla break out a war a while ago over the right to host the Conference of the Parties to the Convention on Reserves? Ogra has lost several large galaxies. Gu Hanhan scratched his head and said, "Don't you memorize current affairs and politics?" The college entrance examination counts for ten points!
It is precisely because I have memorized it that I say that the integrity of the Earth government has been thrown away together with the underwear! Zheng Wenwen rolled her eyes at Gu Hanhan and said, "Why didn't they give special coverage at the previous Earth Convention meetings?" Isn't it because Mars took Ogra's turn and not only grabbed the right to host the conference, but also became the strongest country in the left spiral arm of the galaxy, so he was holding someone's lap? After all, it’s a barbaric and backward ** country, so what! Lose the prestige of our country! That Prime Minister is called Mark and An. He sounds like an ugly old man, but he still has the nerve to show his face in a close-up to make his presence felt in front of the people of our planet! Does he have the beauty of our Ladislaus? So infuriating - Ladislaus!
Zheng Wenwen suddenly screamed, startling Gu Hanhan who was listening with great interest, and quickly asked Zheng Wenwen: What's wrong, Wenwen?
Zheng Wenwen's screaming voice was a little twitchy, she covered her face and screamed loudly: Ladisros, look, Ladisros!
Gu Hanhan also twitched a little when he heard this, and looked around excitedly: Where is it?
Gazes were coming from all around, and all the living creatures in the African savannah were looking at them, including a group of moles standing with their claws erect on the slope not far ahead. The fat man drinking water and the large and small mobile jewelry shelves also stopped talking and cast inquiring glances.
Zheng Wenwen ignored the crowd in the restaurant and continued to scream at a high decibel, pointing her finger at the sky in front of her. Following the position pointed by Zheng Wenwen's finger, Gu Hanhan looked up and found that in the special news forced to be inserted by the federal government, Ladislaus was standing in front of the camera and talking in a straight uniform with a ribbon, and his eyes were so damn charming.
Gu Hanhan felt a little dizzy and grabbed Zheng Wenwen's hand and screamed with her. After screaming a few times, she realized something was wrong.
That handsome man might not be Ladislaus, right? The urgent news was about the Galactic Alliance member countries holding a meeting of the "Reserve Land Convention" parties. It is impossible for Ladislaus to perform at the opening ceremony, right? United Nations General Assembly eh...
The fat man drinking boiled water next to them probably couldn't bear it anymore and reminded them aloud: That is Marshal William Maximilian of the Mars Empire.
Zheng Wenwen, whose wonderful fantasy was shattered, gave this nosy guy a hard look. Maybe the fat uncle who was so rich that he could only drink cold water did have good intentions, but Zheng Wenwen really didn't need his kindness. She slapped the table in annoyance and protested: What, why not Ladislaus? The United Nations is so annoying!
Zheng Wenwen looked at the face of the national figure in the news for a long time, looked at his neck, his throat exposed above the collar button of his military uniform, his chest, his fingers wearing white gloves, his long legs, and then she suddenly He grabbed Gu Hanhan's hand and said in a tone of discovery of a new world: Hey, Hanhan, have you noticed that this Maximilian looks a bit like Ladislaus? It turns out that he is not an old man with wrinkles on his face. Then he sighed with emotion: Otherwise, the ** country is superior. Look at our Earth Marshal, he is so old that he can’t walk, and there is nothing but wrinkles on his face.
It does look similar, but it's not as sexy as Ladislaus's chin. Gu Hanhan is very picky.
Yes, Zheng Wenwen immediately agreed and expressed her own opinion. His nose was not as straight as Ladislaus's.
Gu Hanhan kept up his efforts: His hair was not as shiny as Ladislaus’s!
His eyes are not as sharp as Ladislaus——
Feel sorry……
The lively activity of finding awkwardness was interrupted. The two girls turned their heads together and found that the kind-hearted fat uncle was sitting awkwardly on the chair with half of his body sideways, looking at them, as if he couldn't bear it without vomiting. Zheng Wenwen's face suddenly fell.
What do you think? Zheng Wenwen asked.
Are we loud? Gu Hanhan said.
Unexpectedly, the fat uncle stood up, pulled out his chair, took a few steps out, and stood next to the two girls' table, as if he were a restaurant manager - of course, his belly looked more like a restaurant owner.
He said seriously: "Two beautiful earth ladies, I'm sorry to have to interrupt you." I just want to remind you that His Excellency Maximilian is not only the great savior and pioneer of the Martian Empire, but also the supreme and great protector of the entire Martian people. He is also one of the most amazing leaders of the Galactic Alliance. , is Valhalla's most undisputed hero. Your Excellency, Marshal, there is absolutely no way he can be like some literary and artistic workers who earn the screams and tears of women by making soap operas. Yes, it is true that His Excellency the Marshal has a similar appearance to the movie actor Ladislaus, but you should say that Ladislaus looks like His Excellency Maximilian. Moreover, I think the views of the two ladies are biased. Marshal Maximilian’s facial features and neck are just my personal opinion anyway, but Marshal Maximilian’s eyes are the sharpest in the universe, at least in the entire galaxy. It’s a fact that’s universally acknowledged——
stop! Zheng Wenwen interrupted the slightly excited fat uncle with a gesture, looked at his red face for a moment, and asked: So, who are you a fan of Maximilian?
The fat uncle was startled and repeated in a somewhat awkward tone: Fans? There was a hint of disbelief in his tone.
Of course, Zheng Wenwen couldn't answer the talkative fat uncle's questions about what a fan was. She just squinted her eyes and looked the fat uncle up and down. She first sneered as a clarion call for battle, and then charged. I saw her pink and tender upper and lower lips fluttering, spitting out a series of words that were not restricted but better than restricted:
However, does Maximilian really have fans? I'm really doubtful. Moreover, not only do I not believe it, but you yourself don’t believe it either, right? Newbie? Just look at it! You don’t have any pre-job training or anything like that? This is too rude! Beware of shady intermediaries, uncle, shady intermediaries don’t get fifty cents. This is a friendly reminder. Why don't you sell it at such an old age? It's not cost-effective to have both talents and talents. Besides, I don't think you want to be too poor to expose the blame, so why bother? Hey, is this your personal hobby?
The fat uncle had probably never heard such an insult with the characteristics of the poor, or maybe his Chinese was not very good and he didn’t fully understand what was going on, so he stood there dumbfounded and didn’t respond. Let Zheng Wenwen continue to play in depth.
Okay, Wenwen. Seeing that if Zheng Wenwen went deeper, the fat uncle might sue her, Gu Hanhan quickly stopped Zheng Wenwen's performance, and said sincerely that we fans are fighting, friendship is first, competition is second, that one requires a civil fight, not a physical fight, but No personal attacks.
Where do I have it?
The fat uncle was thoughtful, and when he opened his mouth to speak, he was stopped by Gu Hanhan again.
It's not okay to blackmail each other.
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