I can hardly hide my alien identity

Chapter 111 The Strange Visitor
Shota, who was also in line, was startled.

He pretended to be calm, and he didn't miss the slightest thought on the surface.

Xiangta thinks that his Chinese level 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.

"Shota Matsuda, 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 full of Japanese militarism.

He even talked eloquently and triumphantly about the history of humiliation in Daxia.

Hearing the sound, Matsuda Shouta felt his heart skip a beat, and turned his head slowly, the result he least wanted to see appeared.

Damn it, I ran into someone I knew.

Shota Matsuda smiled and greeted in a friendly manner, "Sanying, congratulations on being rescued too."

Duan Shanying lazily looked at Matsuda Shota's hypocritical smiling face, and said directly to the recorder next to him, "I know this person, he is from the Wa country, not from our Great Xia."

Matsuda Shota's expression turned ugly for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Those who can do more work, I think Daxia should not be stingy to help international friends."

"Great Xia has always flaunted the beautiful qualities of tolerance and peace. Presumably, at this critical juncture, the people of Great Xia will not ignore the help of a friend from a neighboring country."

What is moral kidnapping, please see here.

Matsuda continued: "My country will thank you."

With Matsuda Shota taking the lead, those people from other countries around who looked enviously at everything in front of them wanted to speak up too.

Duan Shan was trembling heroically, just when he was about to scold him for being shameless.

A man in combat uniform walked towards him, swinging an electric baton.

His gentle and powerful words spread throughout the Temporary Site.

"Please pay attention to the order. Everyone present can receive a piece of relief supplies, but only the citizens of Daxia are allowed to enter on the return flight of Daxia."

"I'm sorry, Daxia's strength is limited, and I can barely protect the people of Daxia."

"But you don't have to worry, I believe rescuers from your country are also on their way here."

The intimidating Daxia rescuer walked over with sonorous and forceful steps.

Their sharp eyes swept over the somewhat turbulent scene, silently holding the weapons in their hands, and stood at the boarding gate.

People from all over the world, who were still slightly critical, immediately put away the petty thoughts that emerged in their hearts, and scolded the leaders of their own countries bloody.

The two Korean girls looked enviously and jealously at their Daxia classmates happily boarding the return flight.

I could only shout from behind, "For the sake of my classmates, please help inform our parents about us when we go back."

Their own country, they know it.

It is better to place hope on their parents than to place hope in them.

The two girls' family backgrounds are very good, and they were born in several famous chaebol families in Korea.

Presumably let the parents find a way to rescue, faster than their country.

Facing the cold-faced and ruthless Daxia rescuers, Matsuda Shota was furious, wanted to curse, wanted to force his way, but 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 soared into the sky.

Seven hours after the disaster.

Daxia took back all their compatriots in distress.

The disaster in Houston is far from over.

After Daxia's passenger plane left, another three hours passed, and a new round of earthquakes started.

This time, the entire city of Houston was buried in it.

It was like an invisible hand that wiped this piece of territory lightly on the map.

After landing, it was already the early morning of the second day.

Mo Yang had a good night's sleep, only to wake up the next day to find news about Houston's destruction spreading overwhelmingly.

Looking at the clear pictures taken by the satellite, she felt lingering fear.

Almost, almost she became one of them.

Thanks to Sangsang store, thanks to the motherland, thanks to the lovely rescuers, thanks to...
She thanked everyone she could thank.

Afterwards, she gave full play to all her literary talents and wrote a long thank you comment eloquently.

Sangsang saw the comments immediately, and spent 10 minutes admiring the praise of the buyers in the comments.

Hey, for a while, she felt a little overwhelmed. If she didn't have any materials in hand, she could perform a show of anger and make three hundred small things.

Qin Qiqiao watched Sangsang staring at the computer screen, did not move for a long time, and urged, "Have you made your choice?"

"Hurry up, there are gossips that Fu Wenyi has chosen this financial course, and many people are choosing this course because of him. If it is later, we will not be able to choose it."

Sangsang asked inexplicably, "Who is Fu Wenyi?"

Qin Qiqiao's gentle face almost cracked open, revealing an incredulous look, "No way, you've been enrolled for several days, and you don't even know Fu Wenyi, the campus male god of Puyang University?"

"You don't know how popular he is."

"do not know."

Just when Qin Qiqiao rarely fell into a nympho, Sangsang quickly selected the class and submitted it.

After a while, Qin Qiqiao screamed stuck in her throat, "You, what class did you choose just now?"

"Agronomy????" What the hell?

Qin Qiqiao shook Sangsang's shoulder in despair, "Retire, re-election."

Can you imagine a little fairy studying art design, carrying a hoe to grow vegetables?
Sangsang is puzzled, she can feel that agronomy, in layman's terms, is farming, it is the instinct of Daxia people engraved in their genes and written in their blood.

She thought that this major was the one with the most applicants, but she didn't expect that there were very few applicants.

What kind of financial class did you go to... It's a waste of Daxia people's talent.

"Why do you have to re-elect, don't you like it?"

Before Xia Qiqiao could answer, Sangsang was attracted by a news feed.

Qin Qiqiao also leaned over, amazed, "I heard that the number of casualties in Houston's disaster this time cannot be counted."

In the face of huge casualties, the lightning-like speed of the Daxia people and the contrast between the weak casualties of the Daxia people have attracted the attention of people all over the world.

"Our country is still amazing."

On the other hand, the stronger the Great Xia, the families of the casualties in other countries have a lot of resentment towards their own country.

Qin Qiqiao was overjoyed, watching other people's shock, shock, and praise for Da Xia's action, and was fascinated by it.

Sangsang was thinking about another thing in her mind.

Sangsang felt faintly familiar with the pictures and images related to the catastrophe in Houston.

Before she could think about it, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

"Qin Sangsang, someone is looking downstairs."

(End of this chapter)