Brainoid

Because it was difficult to meet a Chinese person in this small place, Qi Min felt a little embarrassed and asked someone to give her a ride. But she still has a sharp mind and knows that Chinese people often cheat the Chinese people the most abroad, and the accent of the brother wearing the helmet does not sound like one of his "own people" such as an international student, so he still can't reveal his personal identity easily. information and gave directions to a coffee shop.

After getting off the motorcycle, Qi Min expressed his gratitude to this brother who was at least kind on the surface, and said politely in Chinese: "How about I buy you a cup of coffee?"

Who knew that this brother didn't realize that this was just a courtesy, and he hesitated for nearly five seconds before replying: "Okay."

Qi Min couldn't help but rolled his eyes in his heart, couldn't he understand what people were saying? This can't be ABC. But she was the one who said she wanted to treat her, so of course she couldn't go back on her promise.

Qi Min and the brother wearing a helmet walked into the cafe. At this time, there were several locals having dinner in the cafe. She found a table by the window and sat down. The brother who seemed to be ABC sat opposite her and took off his helmet casually.

Then Qi Min suddenly realized that her trip was really worth it.

Damn, this is so pretty.

It was the first time that Qi Min discovered that he was such a serious face-controller, and it was also the first time that he realized that "beautiful and delicious" was not just an exaggeration. How should I put it, this perfect face shape, exquisite facial features, fair and flawless skin, and soft curly hair are all in line with her personal aesthetics, especially those beautiful eyes, which refreshed her idea of ​​beauty. The definition of beauty…

She felt that she could look at it for a long time just by looking at it, but Qi Min was still a civilized person after all. He only looked at it for two seconds and then looked away pretending to be nonchalant.

"Well...what are you drinking?" Qi Min moved his eyes to his face, looking at him and laughing involuntarily.

As if she was a little embarrassed by her look, this rare beauty lowered her eyelashes and looked at the table and said in Chinese with a strange accent: "I want...an ordinary LATTE."

"LATTE? Is it just milk?" Qi Min asked in English. The owner of this cafe is a spiritual Italian. If you just say LATTE, people will really give you a glass of pure milk.

"Only milk." The beauty raised her eyes and explained with some embarrassment, "I can't sleep after drinking coffee at night."

Qi Min went to order a drink and took it back after it was ready. She pushed the other person's hot milk over and couldn't help but look at his face carefully with admiration.

Although it seems now that he is not a pure-blooded Chinese, but more like a mixed race of Asia and White, and he does not speak Chinese well, it is easy for people to think that he has abandoned the cultural characteristics of his ancestors - but it does not prevent him from really looking very good. nice.

She knew that foreigners were very open-minded, and it didn't take much effort for Yelena to pick up the German girl who was originally said to be straight. So for this pretty good-looking ABC, it didn't seem like it would be too difficult to get a date? Although Qi Min is not very accepting of Yelena's romantic lifestyle, she will regret it for the rest of her life if she doesn't give it a try with such a rare beauty.

Need to find a topic. For the first time in his history, Qi Min's head turned so quickly on non-professional matters: "Did that person just now have a problem with you before?"

"What...celebration?" The other party seemed not to know the Chinese word "celebration".

It seems to be really an ABC. Qi Min murmured in his heart, but still changed to English and said: "I mean, have you known him before?"

"That kid used to be in the same high school as me. He has been unemployed since graduation. It is said that he joined a gang." This rare beauty whispered, "I think they are quite dangerous... You'd better not buy there again. Something."

The student who went to the same high school has now become a gangster, so she thought, your level is not much higher. He was delivering food to the owner of the convenience store just now. Looking at him riding a SCOOTER and wearing a helmet and jacket, he must be a professional delivery person?

"Why is he causing trouble for you?" Qi Min asked.

"Yanks are discriminating against Chinese people, what else can it be?" This rare beauty pursed her lips, "I'm used to it." He took a small sip of the hot milk in the cup, feeling a little embarrassed. He asked, "Are you... just from China?"

"International student." Qi Min smiled gently and harmlessly.

International students are considered a vulnerable group to some extent, because the idea of ​​returning to China after getting a degree is not completely consistent with the demands of local Chinese, and it is usually not easy for them to protest. It's just that Qi Min is a bit different. She got a gun when she arrived, and she also has a friend whose family is an oligarch. She is relatively not as weak as most Americans think.

"You have to be careful about these Americans." The person on the other side said immediately, "Don't go near the slums. Those... LUMPEN-PROLETARIAT are incomprehensible to normal people."

LUMPEN-PROLETARIAT? Qi Min thought about it, this word sounded like it could only be used under the Marxist narrative system. This is inconsistent with his ABC status.

Qi Min couldn't help but be curious. It is said that those who engage in social sciences in schools may be more left-wing than ordinary Chinese. However, due to the convert effect, most Chinese immigrants tend to be liberal, and it is rare to see those who are leaning towards Marxism. Moreover, in developed capitalist countries like this, middle-class intellectuals are left-leaning and can still understand that a delivery girl who went to the same high school as a gangster - it's really not that she is professionally discriminated against, but that she is objectively at the bottom - but It is quite unusual for someone to have his own ideology without being influenced by guided public opinion.

"Since LUMPEN-PROLETARIAT can be classified, it can also be understood, right?" Qi Min tried to explore his true ideological bias, "In fact, I only went to the slums to buy things because of the sandwiches made in that convenience store. It has to be delicious.”

Who knew that the other party did not comment on her previous sentence, but instead asked: "Why do you want to eat a sandwich? I mean... the owner of that convenience store also orders Chinese fast food."

Qi Min was stunned for a moment, and then thought that he was probably a delivery boy delivering food to a Chinese fast food restaurant. He had to hold back his smile and said, "Sandwiches... are more convenient." Then he asked, "You just delivered food to that convenience store. Does your boss deliver Chinese food?”

She originally thought that the beautiful delivery boy would be very confident in the food she delivered, but the other party coughed a little embarrassedly, lowered his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "I deliver food to him, but this All Chinese fast food is trash invented by Americans and cannot be called real Chinese food at all.”