Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"My teacher once said that a hundred years ago, China began to be bullied by foreigners. They mocked us as the 'Sick Man of East Asia.'"

"In the vast country of China, with a population of tens of millions, not a single person knows what the Olympics are. Even in foreign propaganda posters, Chinese people are depicted as heavy smokers."

"I want to let the world know that we are not frail smokers or old-fashioned people with pigtails. We Chinese can also compete with foreigners!"

Liu Changchun clenched his fists and looked at the distant sky with burning eyes.

After a journey of more than ten hours, the two arrived in Paris the next morning, just in time to catch the second half of the opening ceremony.

Athletes from various countries were entering the stadium, and boats passed by on the river, with people on board holding various national flags. After a while, a loud cheer suddenly broke out from the crowd.

"Brother Liu, the athletes from Xia Country are entering!"

Liu Changchun couldn't wait to look into the distance. When he saw a boat full of bright red, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wow, so many people, are they all athletes from Xia Country?"

"Yes," Su Jiahe said, "There are more than 700 people in total. There are 32 projects, and we have people participating in each project."

"So many!" Liu Changchun's eyes turned red again.

From fighting alone to fighting with seven hundred people, it turned out that only a hundred years passed.

The athletes in red clothes waved excitedly to the audience.

Liu Changchun stood on tiptoe, waved his arms, and greeted the athletes in the distance, shouting "Come on, come on!"

No one knew that China's number one Olympic athlete was watching them from afar, with infinite excitement and pride in his eyes.

"We...are no longer the sick man of East Asia!"

The sky gradually brightened and the sun rose high. The opening ceremony ended and the crowd dispersed. However, Liu Changchun stood there, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Brother Liu, let's go. I'll take you to watch the game."

Su Jiahe was lucky enough to get a ticket to the diving competition.

When he arrived at the competition venue and saw the ten-meter-high diving platform, Liu Changchun was surprised.

"Jumping from such a height?"

Although diving was included in the 1990 Olympics, many people in Xia Country at that time had never seen diving, let alone the conditions to train for such a complex event.

After several players came on stage, it was finally the turn of the two young players from Xia Country.

"Come on!" The audience cheered enthusiastically.

Liu Changchun looked at the faces of the Xia people around him and listened to the familiar local accent, and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

"Miss Su, this is France, why are there so many Xia people?"

"Brother Liu, do you know that the Xia people now have a nickname?"

"What nickname?"

"Global Street Drifters" means that we have people everywhere in the world.

"Ah?" Liu Changchun was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"We Xia people are also heading out into the world!"

Soon, the two young players stood on the diving platform and got into ready position, and the whole audience gradually quieted down.

A few seconds later, the two of them jumped high at the same time, flipped several times lightly in the air, and then landed steadily in the water.

The whole set of movements was completed in one go, and the calm water surface seemed to have not reacted yet, without even a splash.

"it is good!"

"come on!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause, and some foreign audiences were even stunned by the performance of the two.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Liu Changchun clapped his hands vigorously and kept exclaiming in amazement.

"Of course, diving is our strong sport."

The Xia team won the gold medal without any suspense. At the award ceremony, all the Xia people stood up and saluted together.

Liu Changchun looked at the bright red flags flying in the stadium and tears filled his eyes again.

In the afternoon, Su Jiahe took Liu Changchun to the shooting range again and witnessed Xia Guo winning the gold medal once again.

"That's amazing! Two gold medals in one day!" Liu Changchun was very excited. "Miss Su, I never thought that the children of China in later generations would be so outstanding!"

"Although today is only the first day, we have won more than two gold medals," said Su Jiahe.

"Ah? Is Xia Country's sports so advanced now?"

"Since Xia won its first shooting championship forty years ago, we have won over 200 gold medals. We have many advantageous sports, and in fields like track and field and swimming, where foreigners excel, we are also making a name for ourselves."

"Great, that's great!" Liu Changchun was so happy he didn't know how to express himself. "So, we can do everything, right?"

"Hmm..." Su Jiahe thought carefully for a moment and continued, "Actually, there are still some shortcomings."

"For example? Which project?"

"football."

"Football? Oh, it doesn't matter. As long as you dare to participate, you're great." Liu Changchun smiled calmly. "Actually, I really like football. Can I go watch the Xia Guo team's game?"

"Brother Liu, I'm sorry to disappoint you this time. They didn't come at all." Su Jiahe said helplessly.

After leaving the stadium, Su Jiahe took Liu Changchun to the foot of the Eiffel Tower.

As a world-famous check-in spot, many tourists from all over the world are taking photos.

"Brother Liu, have you ever been abroad?"

"I've trained in Germany, but never in France. But I've often heard people say that France is a romantic country, and I've always wanted to visit."

"Then I'll take a few photos of you and develop them as souvenirs."

"Okay, thank you Miss Su."

Liu Changchun stood with his chest out and his head held high under the Eiffel Tower. Su Jiahe took out his newly bought SLR camera, adjusted the angle, and pressed the shutter.

I had just taken a few pictures when I heard a scream from the side.

"Ah, my bag, my bag!"

The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man in black, carrying a backpack, running away quickly. A girl in a skirt was chasing after him, shouting and running, and her shoes had fallen off.

"Hey, catch the thief!" Before Su Jiahe could react, Liu Changchun ran towards the man in black.

Although the two were forty or fifty meters apart, Liu Changchun swung his legs like an agile antelope and caught up with the thief in just a dozen seconds. He held him down with one hand and snatched back the backpack with the other.

But the thief was as slippery as a loach, and took advantage of the moment when Liu Changchun took the backpack to break free.

"Brother Liu, forget it, stop chasing him," Su Jiahe shouted as he ran over, fearing that the thief would become desperate and hurt Liu Changchun.

At this time, the girl who lost the bag put on her shoes and walked over.

"Thank you so much, handsome!" the girl kept thanking him. "I'm traveling alone. If I lose my backpack, I really don't know what I'd do."

"You're welcome. It's just a small favor." Liu Changchun smiled innocently.

"My name is Wei Xiang. It's fate that we met in a foreign country. Please leave your contact information."