My own war game

Chapter 457 Extra 1 Maple Leaf and Chick

Customs at Ottawa Airport, Canada, 1988.

An argument was taking place at the immigration inspection channel. A young Asian girl was anxiously explaining something, while the staff opposite her kept shaking her head.

The girl's luggage was completely opened, and books were roughly spread out on the table, some of which were printed in Chinese characters. Daily necessities were also poured out. It was obvious that there was nothing valuable in the girl's luggage.

"Hey, a country bumpkin from China." Someone whispered behind him.

"Sir, you've been checking for 15 minutes. I don't know if I have violated any rules." The girl protested loudly in English with a rural accent, her ponytail bouncing with excitement.

"Quiet, ma'am, all you need to do is wait." The staff member wearing white gloves continued to search inside, and finally he found what he wanted.

A small piece of what resembled an animal bone was lifted up.

"Ma'am, do you need an explanation of what these things are?"

“These are just little toys, souvenirs.”

"Using bones to make toys? It sounds incredible. Your explanation is hard to convince people."

"But they are really just toys." The girl with ponytail wanted to argue.

"Sorry, I have the right to refuse you passage until you can prove the legitimate use of the items in your backpack." The uniformed customs officer was unmoved.

The girl was suddenly anxious. If the overseas study opportunity they had fought so hard for was rejected before even passing through customs, the consequences would be unimaginable...

"Snimasai~ Can you take a look over here first? We've been waiting here for a long time." A Japanese girl behind him urged politely, with a hint of impatience on her face.

When the staff heard the Japanese accent, they immediately put on a completely different look.

The Cold War has continued to cool down in recent years, and the Japanese economy has flourished in this atmosphere. As a result, the voices of Japanese citizens have begun to become louder when they are abroad.

"Of course." The staff member took the passport from the Japanese girl, stepping over the Chinese girl who was still waiting.

"Matsumoto Reiko?"

"Hayi~"

"Are you here to study abroad?"

"Hayi~ please hurry up."

"Okay, welcome to Canada." The staff member stamped the passport neatly.

"Wait, why are you only looking through my luggage!" The Chinese girl began to protest loudly, and at this time someone stood next to him from behind.

Asian, male, very young.

The staff member raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Japanese? Korean?"

"Chinese." The young man handed over the passport in his hand.

"Oh?" The staff member took the passport with some surprise. Most of the Chinese people he had met were too cautious, fearing that they would be banned from entering the country for doing something wrong.

But although the man in front of him was probably less than 20 years old, he exuded confidence from the inside out, and seemed to not care about other people's opinions at all.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Why?" The inspector raised his eyebrows and found that the person was holding a South African passport.

In recent years, South Africa has developed very rapidly and has become the leader in Africa. Its economic level is even comparable to that of old Western countries such as Spain. This also made the muscles at the corners of the staff's mouth slightly rise.

"Also, here is a letter of introduction to the school. Please take a look." The young man handed over a piece of paper with carved patterns on it.

The inspector only took a glance and his facial expression changed, a smile appeared on his face almost instantly.

The introducer above is Margaret Ross, a woman who was once called "the people's princess" and nicknamed the second queen of Britain. She has great influence in any country in the Commonwealth.

The young man opposite was very important, so important that he was beyond his own class.

"Freshman at Queen's University? Welcome to Canada!" The inspector's smile almost broke out.

click!
The stamp was stamped on the passport without any hesitation.

"Please wait a moment. This person just now is my classmate. Can you help her go through customs together?" The man named He Ran gestured to the Chinese girl next to him, and the girl understood and handed over her passport.

"Oh? Your classmate?" The customs officer flipped through the girl's documents and pulled out an ordinary invitation letter from Queen's University from the bottom.

"OK! If that's the case, then there's no problem at all. Welcome to Canada." The staff member's attitude changed 180 degrees and let you pass smoothly.

Several people walked towards the passage one by one, but He Ran turned his head as if he suddenly remembered something and said mysteriously:
"Sir, as far as I know, the Chinese do have the habit of using bones as toys, but sometimes they also have another purpose - as religious instruments."

"If you feel unwell recently, remember to go to church." The man waved his hand and turned away.

An inexplicable gust of wind blew by, and the inspector subconsciously shrank his neck.
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When they arrived at the airport parking lot, they heard the sound of footsteps behind He Ran.

The Chinese girl ran after him wearing her half-new leather shoes and dragging a heavy box.

"Wait, please wait a moment." The girl shouted breathlessly, subconsciously using her native language.

Fortunately, the other party understood.

"What can I do for you?" The young boy turned around and spoke fluent Chinese.

"Thank you! You helped me a lot. I want to know your name." The girl generously extended her hand to the other party. "Tang Qiu, a freshman studying economics at Queen's University."

"He Ran, I'm in the same grade as you. I'm majoring in world history."

"How did you do it? That foreigner was just giving me trouble." The cheerful girl was much more relaxed when talking to her compatriot.

"You are inexperienced. If you are going to study abroad, you will have less trouble if you put the university invitation letter at the top." He Ran raised the invitation letter in his hand without explaining the differences between his own document and the other party's.

Two people hold hands together.

"Hmph!" A snort of arrogance sounded at the side. The girl named Matsumoto Reiko glanced at the two people, raised her head with some disgust, muttered something, and walked towards the Duke's car parked on the side. The entourage had been waiting for a long time to respectfully open the door for her.

The Duke's car left a trail of exhaust fumes and then disappeared.

"What did she say?" Tang Qiu frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

"Two country bumpkins from China." He Ran shrugged and told the truth.

"This guy!" Tang Qiu felt a little angry, but finally shook his head. "I'm going to take the bus. Do you want to come with me?" The girl invited her fellow villager.

"I'll help you with the suitcase." The older boy took the other's luggage with a smile.
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Queen's University is located in Kingston, 150 kilometers away from Toronto. This time the school sent a separate bus to pick up these international students.

Tang Qiu thought it would be as crowded as the buses in China, and had already rolled up his sleeves to prepare for the charge.

As a result, the bus was unexpectedly empty. Except for a few young people of South American and African descent sitting at the back, more than half of the seats on the bus were empty.

"Queen's University is an endowed school. Many of its students come from wealthy families and most go there by private car." He Ran explained as he helped Tang Qiu put away his luggage and even greeted a few students behind him in Portuguese.

"How many foreign languages ​​do you know?" Tang Qiu looked at the big boy opposite him with some surprise. He had used four different languages ​​to communicate since just now.

The boy opposite tilted his head and thought for a while, "I know a little bit of most mainstream languages. My dad seemed to say that I had a talent for languages ​​when I was a kid."

"You know a little bit?" Tang Qiu was stunned for a moment. She was often admired by her classmates in China because she could speak two foreign languages, but in front of the real masters, she was not good enough at all.

It turned out that I was too narrow-minded in China. My grades might have surpassed others in high school, but after graduation, I always met someone better than others.

"Which university recommended you? Yanda? Shuimu? Or China University of Science and Technology?" the girl asked carefully.

"Me?" He Ran pointed at himself and said awkwardly, "Johannesburg, Pretoria Boys' High School..."

Ugh? !

Something seems wrong.

"You're not from China?!" Tang Qiu turned her head suddenly, and the tip of her ponytail brushed He Ran's nose.

"Well, I grew up in South Africa. My father is Chinese and my mother is French."

"Then you said before that you are Chinese." Tang Qiu then realized that although the other person had black hair, his pupils were a light blue.

"I am Chinese. My father has always told me so, although I have never been to the country." He Ran said.

Tang Qiu was extremely embarrassed. Before, she treated He Ran beside her as someone who came from China as well, and she kept calling him "foreigner" and "foreigner". Now it seems that the other party is actually half a foreigner in a sense.

After that, the two of them fell silent for a long time, and the only sound that could be heard in the car was the occasional sound of the engine.

The wind blew, and the bus drove past a road lined with ginkgo trees beside Lake Ontario. Golden leaves were crushed by the wheels and flew in the air like pieces of gold.

The warm autumn sun shone through the car window, and Tang Qiu felt slowly becoming sleepy.

After flying from China to here and experiencing that scene at the airport, she was actually very tired.

When she woke up, she found herself half leaning on He Ran, with her ponytail half covering his face.

"I'm sorry, I..." Tang Qiu wiped the corner of her mouth in panic and looked around. A magnificent scene appeared in front of her - it was the ceiling of the Gothic building complex of Queen's University.

Queen's University was founded in 1841 by the then Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom (it can also be said that it was established by decree of the Queen). It has had close ties with the British royal family for hundreds of years.

The school is known as the "Princeton" of Canada. Its architecture is mainly in the Gothic castle style. The inspiration for the Hogwarts landscape in the later "Harry Potter" series was partly taken from here.

The campus is adjacent to Lake Ontario. When autumn approaches, the leaves of the ancient ginkgo trees will fall all over the tree-lined paths beside the lake.

The bus stopped in front of the corridor of the College of Arts and Sciences, under the medieval-style reliefs around the curved top of the library.

At this time, the parking lot was filled with various luxury cars.

Jaguar XJSC, extended Lincoln, Cadillac...of course, this also includes the Duke that left before.

Well-dressed, successful people, accompanied by their children and their entourage, stepped onto the stone pavement of Queen's University. The students who entered the school gate by bus became the odd ones out in the crowd.

Contemptuous looks were coming from a certain direction, and the other students on the bus were at a loss for a moment.

Most of them come from underdeveloped areas. Even if they are elites in their own countries, they subconsciously feel inferior when faced with this situation.

"Hey, what are you doing?! We haven't done anything wrong!" Tang Qiu stood out from the crowd, picked up a large suitcase, and walked towards the registration point with his chest held high. He didn't care about other people's eyes at all during the whole process.

Even He Ran who was standing by was a little surprised.

He was also ostracized in school because of the color of his skin when he was a child, and he knew how that felt. He sincerely admired the girl's behavior.

After thinking for a while, He Ran picked up his luggage and followed.

Of course, this kind of bravery comes at a price. The special attention around was focused on two people, especially Tang Qiu, who took the lead and bore more "firepower".

"Is she really Chinese? Why can't I see her little feet behind her?"

"The man doesn't have braids either. Did he cut them off when he came here?"

"How rude. Look at the way she carries that box..."

Whispering discussions came from all directions, but Tang Qiu gritted his teeth and ignored the voices around him.

"Hello, we would like to go through the formalities." The two men handed the forms to a senior student wearing a school badge sitting in front of a long table.

"Okay, um~, you two are Tang and He, welcome to Queen's College. The relevant procedures will be completed soon. But please wait a moment for check-in."

"Wait a moment, what do you mean?" He Ran frowned.

"Literally, this campus implements a double accommodation system. The prerequisite for two people to live together is that one party does not reject the other party. Once someone clearly expresses that they do not want to share a dormitory, the school will not force it."

The senior student was a Mexican. He lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, I hate those guys too, but you saw what happened just now. In order to avoid becoming a target of public criticism, almost no one would share a bed with you."

"Please be patient for a moment, we will make arrangements later." The other party comforted.

The situation seemed to be at a stalemate. If they were given such a warning when they entered the school, it was conceivable that the two of them would be 100% isolated after entering the school.

Changes come quickly.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom VI suddenly appeared in front of everyone. A butler in a formal tuxedo got out of the car and opened the door respectfully and elegantly.

The ribbon sandals fell to the ground, and a girl with golden hair stepped onto the lawn. Her slender arms, pencil-straight legs and snow-white skin were eye-catching, and her dark pupils were like stars in the night.

so beautiful!
This was what everyone present was thinking.

The girl walked quietly along the path, without even glancing at the wealthy people around her, as if they were no different from the trees and sculptures beside them.

She came to the registration office, bent down to the senior staff, pointed at He Ran and said softly, "Can I share a dormitory with him?"

As the girl bent down, a silver bullet that served as a necklace dangled from her pink neck, shining charmingly in the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)