【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

"How could that be!" Most people looked surprised.

Wei Shengling didn’t understand, what was there to be surprised about?

"Do you have any stereotypes about the Great Wall? Like if you don't climb it, you're not Chinese or something..." she asked.

"Not really, I just thought you should have climbed it." Clint was puzzled.

Wei Shengling was even more confused than them.

"You may have overestimated me. I was... not very fond of sports before."

She said it very tactfully.

To say that she doesn't like sports is a compliment to her.

I am tortured by the senior high school courses every day. I don’t want to go anywhere during the little vacation. I just want to stay at home and sleep until the end of time.

Climb the Great Wall? The kind where you get stuck halfway up or down?

forget it……

As he was talking, the boss brought over the last bit of food. When he served the soy milk, his expression was obviously strange.

"Little girl," he looked at the only Asian face in the group, "can you help me translate for them?"

"Ah?" Wei Shengling was a little confused, but nodded. The boss breathed a sigh of relief. "It's this soy milk. You know it. The reviews are polarized. Some people like it, and some people don't like it very much."

He said politely, "It's a matter of personal taste. Some people just can't get used to it. There's nothing we can do about it."

It’s almost as if we were saying, “It’s definitely not our problem that the douzhi doesn’t taste good; it’s just the way it is.”

Wei Shengling translated these words while holding back his laughter. Sherlock raised his eyebrows, as if he had guessed something and looked like he was enjoying the show.

Kupper still didn't quite understand. He just looked at the expressions of the uncles and aunts around him. He took a sip carefully, and suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wow, Dad, Lila, Mom, am I going to die..."

Seeing him crying, the shop owner became even more panicked, "Girl, did you help me translate? This is really not my fault!"

Kupper continued to drink "My mouth, oooo, oooo, I feel like throwing up..."

Kupper cried, Hawkeye's family was anxious, and the shop owner was even more anxious.

How so funny.

Only Sherlock, who knows both Chinese and English, understands the joke.

Wei Sheng Ling sighed and handed over a glass of milk, "Well, it can help to reduce the taste."

There are some things that you really shouldn't try.

Seeing Kupper's performance, others became curious and wanted to try it.

Wei Shengling: "...Boss, come..." She paused and looked at some people who wanted to try it. "Seven bowls of soy milk, add more sugar."

Some people ordered soy milk or milk in advance, so she didn't need to help.

Peter and Harry were fearless and naturally wanted to try it. Clint thought that if he could accept it, he would laugh at Kupper, and if he couldn't accept it, he could empathize with his son.

Tony must try new things, and Claire is curious about everything in China.

Steve doesn't want to, but Bucky wants a taste.

Watson wanted to see if this thing was darker than British food.

Sam was urged by Strange to try it.

Dr. Banner wanted to try but was afraid, so Natasha encouraged him by saying, "Try something new?"

Okay, a few more people are going to be infected.

Wei Sheng Ling watched with great interest the foreigners' attempts to drink soy milk. After taking a sip, most of them had ferocious expressions, with their facial features scrunched up as if they were about to die.

Only a few people think it's okay.

For example, Watson.

"Compared to some dark dishes, it's acceptable." Watson commented.

Wei Sheng Ling stood up in awe.

And you, my friend, you are a true warrior!

A group of foreigners who got up early tried the soy milk, which attracted the attention of some people who came for breakfast.

"Why are they all looking at us?" Mary raised her eyebrows.

"Because in Ling's country, we are foreigners." Sherlock said.

Tony inexplicably recalled that when they were celebrating the New Year together, he told Li Anni that they were foreigners in the United States.

Things are changing.

It was already past four o'clock when we finished breakfast. When we paid the bill, Tony was shocked by the cheap prices here.

"Seventeen people, and breakfast doesn't cost a hundred dollars?"

"Wow," Clint mused, "it would be a great idea to live here after retirement."

Retirement or something.

"I suddenly remembered Eric," Wei Shengling glanced at the computer, "I wonder where he works now."

"Magneto, yes, I remember he was taken to China. I wonder how he is doing." Sam said.

"He's living a good life. He's simply born with a saintly body for infrastructure." Wei Shengling sighed.

The whole world knows about China's reputation as an infrastructure maniac.

"China is satisfied, the United States is safe, and everyone is happy," said Peter.

China is happy, but the United States may not be. Wei Shengling smiled subtly.

Still a child after all.

"Are we out too early?" Natasha glanced at the guide. "Where should we go at this time?"

"Of course we should go back and get our luggage and go to the next hotel." Tony said, "The hotel over there is only for one night. It's close to the airport, but too far from other places."

"Besides, we have two hotels, which is not very convenient for each other," said Watson.

With the space of Wei Shengling, transferring becomes very simple and even more enviable. It is so convenient.

Tomorrow, a new round of optical computers and space bracelets will start selling. Wei Shengling's optical computer received a notification. He had never received these notifications when he was abroad before, and only received reminders from the embassy.

It seems that some information can only be received in the country.

By six in the morning, many people had woken up, the city started to function, and many attractions were open.

"Actually, I heard there's a famous food in Beijing." Steve recalled, "It's called... Peking Duck?"

That is indeed very famous, Wei Shengling nodded.

"One of the guides you posted in the group is about a Beijing roast duck restaurant," Sherlock said expressionlessly. He began to regret agreeing to come here, a peaceful country where he wandered around in various places taking photos and eating every day, repeating this boring process...

Why did he agree at that time?

Just then, a figure ran away from them, and someone behind them shouted "Robbery!"

Is that a robber?

Sherlock turned around and was about to chase after him, but saw a group of people rushing forward to catch the robber. The surrounding robots entered security mode, and long mechanical arms extended from both sides of their bodies to tie up the robber.

"Alert, alert, there is an act of disrupting public order. The nearest police station has been notified! Alert, alert..."

"This robot... is interesting," Sherlock's expression finally changed. He stood there waiting for the police to come. Not long after, a police car drove over and two policemen got out and took the robber away.

“They respond faster than Scotland Yard,” he said. “I’m a little interested.”

Scotland Yard, a new kind of benchmark against which police forces are measured.