It is Kokang and Changchun

　Yixian smiled and said, "Come on, let's see what delicious drink you have made."

　Chongqing brought out a set of Chinese tea sets and placed a teacup in front of Yixian.

　As she filled Yixian's cup with tea, she confidently introduced: "This is a blend of Ceylon black tea, Sichuan black tea and Keemun black tea."

　Yixian took the warm black tea, tasted it, and gave it a high evaluation: "Hmm... I wonder if Belfast can brew black tea of ​​this level."

　"Thank you so much. I can't compare with Belfast, a maid who is so professional." Chongqing was flattered and humble when Yixian compared himself with Belfast.

　Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Yixian decided to get to the point. "By the way, Chongqing. I just saw Zhao He looking aggrieved. Do you know what happened?"

　"What? Did that naughty kid come to you crying and tell tales? I knew it..." Compared to Yixian, Chongqing seemed more direct.

　"Oh, isn't it? I guess this kid has caused you too much trouble, hasn't he?" Yixian sighed and then asked, "Zhaohe told me that you beat her because she sang the song 'We Go to England'. Is that true?"

　"Of course, it's true. But her singing of that crappy song was just the last straw. This whole thing has to start from the beginning..." Chongqing frowned and said.

　[The girl is explaining...]

　Scene switch, Chongqing dormitory an hour ago

　"You kid, you always dislike British food, but you come to my place every now and then to eat and drink for free." Chongqing complained to Zhaohe who came to his dormitory to have British afternoon tea.

　Zhao He held a scone in his left hand, a sandwich in his right, and his mouth stuffed with Yorkshire pudding. He deliberately used elegant words and held his head high as he spoke: "Although our great China has a rich variety of cuisine, it does not mean that we cannot use foreign cuisine to meet our needs.

　So, I came to drink English afternoon tea because I wanted to see more of the excellence of English cuisine and make up for my

　The shortcomings of Chinese cuisine. As the saying goes, we should learn from the best of foreigners, understand?

　Zhao He originally wanted to say "to control the barbarians", but he was worried that Chongqing would teach him a lesson, so he held it back before he could speak.

　Chongqing was left in a state of confusion by Zhao He's pretentiousness. "Tsk... at least you've made progress. Before, you wouldn't even bother trying a bite. If it tastes good, eat more and learn more."

　After Zhao He finished eating, she wiped her mouth with a piece of paper. When she finished, Chongqing reminded her, "Pay attention to your eating manners next time. Be more ladylike."

　"This is not a public place. I can eat however I like." Zhao He disdained Chongqing's "red tape".

　Chongqing was already accustomed to Zhao He's statement. She didn't say anything, but watched the news on her mobile phone.

　At this time, a piece of news attracted Chongqing's attention.

　"'Britain agrees to negotiate with Mauritius on the ownership of the disputed islands, and Argentina asks Britain to discuss the Falkland Islands issue?', tsk... is Argentina trying to make trouble about the Falkland Islands again?" Chongqing looked at the news with displeasure.

　"It's the Falkland Islands!" Zhao He corrected loudly.

　"Falkland Islands." Chongqing is the right choice.

　"Malvinas!"

　"Falklands."

　……

　Zhao He suddenly became anxious and scolded, "I knew that those who are not of my race must have different hearts. You are still thinking about the Falkland Islands. Are you still thinking about Britain's evil colonial history?"

　In order to calm the somewhat agitated Zhaohe, Chongqing first made its position clear: "Zhaohe, let me be clear first. I personally detest and deeply abhor the evil history of British colonialism, and I deeply reflect on it. I firmly support the return of Hong Kong and other former British colonies to the embrace of their original motherland."

　"If that's the case, then why do you call the Falkland Islands the Falkland Islands? Are you Anglo-Saxons all saying one thing to your face and another behind your back?"

　"Zhaohe, I think you need to understand the meaning of colonialism. By the way, let me give you some basic knowledge about the history of the Falkland Islands." Chongqing patiently explained to Zhaohe.

　Colonialism is the aggressive behavior and ideology of powerful nations, which use various means of aggression to transform the lands of indigenous peoples into their colonies, semi-colonies, or dependencies. In other words, it is the process of becoming the master on someone else's territory.

　The Falkland Islands were first discovered in 1592 by the British navigator John Davis while sailing on the HMS Desire.

　French navigator Louis-Antoine de Bougainville first established a settlement on East Falkland in 1764, followed by the British the following year. However, by 1770, all the British on the island were driven out by the Spanish.

　Argentina did not begin to claim sovereignty over the Falkland Islands until 1820, two years after it broke free from Spanish colonial rule in 1816.

　Furthermore, the island originally had no indigenous inhabitants and no ownership; it was a deserted island with no one or anyone. As I just said, this is the definition of colonialism; how can the Falkland Islands, where there aren't even any people, be considered colonialism?

　If this is also considered colonialism, then I wonder if China builds residential stations on the moon or even Mars in the future, would that also be colonialism?

　Since it's not colonialism, then the island that Britain discovered first should be its own, right?

　Zhao He was dissatisfied with Chongqing's explanation and retorted: "You just said that the French were the first to establish the settlement. So it should be the French."

　"So, if Vietnam settles and stations troops on some uninhabited islands in the Nansha Islands, then these islands belong to Vietnam?" Chongqing rebelled against Zhao He.

　Chongqing then added: "Also, although the French settled there, all the property rights of their settlement were purchased by the Spanish in 1767. Therefore, France no longer has any connection with the Falkland Islands, so your argument that the Falkland Islands belong to France is invalid.

　If you say it belongs to Spain, then forget about Spain as an intruder. If I were Spanish, I would be embarrassed to say on behalf of the Spanish government in front of the UK that the island belongs to Spain.

　Moreover, Spain has long stopped caring about the Falkland Islands. Only Argentina feels that the islands are close to them and they want to inherit Spain's territorial rights over the islands, so they should naturally belong to them.

　So what if it's close? Is Zengmu Shoal close to Malaysia? But it's still Chinese territory.

　It is worth mentioning that Argentina’s increasing claims to the Falkland Islands have been going on since World War II.

　Whether it was the extensive publicity surrounding the “Recovery of the Malvinas” issue after Juan Domingo Perón came to power, or the 1982 war against the Falkland Islands, both were justified by the deteriorating domestic economic situation and the banner of nationalism.

　Listen, this is so familiar. Nationalism is a fig leaf of the bourgeoisie and a way to divert class contradictions. This is a truth that the Marxist-Leninist mentors said long ago and has been fulfilled countless times.

　And after World War II, Argentina twice again contributed to the stability of this truth... Oh, I am really moved~

　So, Zhao He, I have a reason to call the Falkland Islands the Falkland Islands, is that okay?

　Zhao He was speechless by Chongqing's fluent speech, not knowing how to refute it. Suddenly, she remembered the official Chinese stance, and her eyes lit up as if she had seen reinforcements.

　She coughed twice and said, "Sister Chongqing, you said this.

　However, my country firmly supports Argentina’s claim to sovereignty over the Falkland Islands.”

　Chongqing smiled and said, "Haha~ I guessed you would say that, and it turned out to be true. China's support for Argentina on the Falkland Islands issue is based on the practical needs of its anti-colonial and anti-imperialist attitude."

　China can certainly approach this issue dialectically. But those bourgeois conservatives in my hometown are truly shameless. If you talk to them about dialectics, they won't respond.

　They will only think that China is showing weakness and goodwill to Britain. In this way, these conservatives who are ignorant of the evil and shame of colonialism will only use this as a springboard to intensify their actions.

　In this environment, taking sides on the issue of the Falkland Islands' sovereignty is not as simple as just a question of who owns the islands.

　And Zhao He, there's a saying called 'freedom of criticism, unity of action.' Although I disagree with China on the Falklands issue, I fully understand China's stance on the issue and will practice China's position in its external relations."

　Chongqing believed that if Britain's socialist revolution succeeded in the future, it decolonized itself culturally and spiritually, and became much more friendly with China, China would change its position on the Falklands issue.

　Zhao He curled his lips in frustration and grumbled quietly, "What the hell, Chongqing is clearly showing double standards!"

　Then she made a face at Chongqing and shouted, "I'm so annoyed. After all this talk, the Falkland Islands are just the Falkland Islands, not the Falkland Islands! Humph!"

　"Zhao He..." Chongqing took so much effort and explained so many reasons, but Zhao He still didn't listen. She was a little angry.

　Zhaohe had a sullen expression on his face, and he did the Ip Man squat towards Chongqing, waving his torpedo-shaped nunchakus.

　"Zhao He..." Chongqing reminded her again, and the first blue vein began to appear on her forehead.

　"Today we will sing loudly and drink the cold wine~" Zhao He began to sing a German Navy song to cheer himself up.

　"I'm telling you, that's enough..." Chongqing's fist gradually hardened, but Zhaohe didn't notice at all.

　Why did he have to sing this song when there were so many other songs to sing? It would have been fine if he just sang it, but he sang it in American English. It can be said that Zhaohe had stepped on all the mines in Chongqing's heart.

　When it came to the climax, Zhao He emphasized the climax: "We are going to the battle, we are going to the battle, we are going to the battle, England~England!"

　Especially when singing the word "England", Zhao He's tone became heavier, and after singing, he waved his nunchakus towards Chongqing.

　Although Zhao He's original intention was just to scare Chongqing and vent his anger, Chongqing, who had been devastated by the deception, took Zhao He's provocation seriously...

　Chongqing directly took out the ship-mounted oil-paper umbrella, blocked Zhaohe's nunchaku, and then lightly picked up Zhaohe's nunchaku and knocked it away.

　The nunchaku in Zhaohe's hand disappeared, and he instantly wilted.

　"Um... Sister Chongqing, I..."

　"Xiao Zhaohe, it's too late to admit your mistake now. Sometimes children still need to be spanked to learn their lesson~"

　As he spoke, Chongqing's ship-mounted oil-paper umbrella ruthlessly waved down towards Zhao He...

　"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah..."

　"Sister Chongqing, I was wrong! Ah! Forgive me... Ah! I didn't really mean to... Ugh! Hit you... Ah! It was just a joke... Ah! To scare you... Ah!"

　……

　More than an hour later, Chongqing, who had finished telling Yixian who came to ask about everything, drank a sip of red tea.

　Upon hearing this, Yixian apologized to Chongqing: "I knew Zhaohe must be hiding something. It seems this child needs further discipline. I'm sorry Zhaohe has caused you so much trouble."

　"It doesn't matter... By the way, is Zhaohe okay? I may have hit her a little too hard just now. Why don't I go check on her." Although Chongqing hit her a little harder, he still cared about Zhaohe in his heart.

　"Don't worry. From what I know about her, she is very tolerant. Once she calms down, she will be a lively tomboy again." Yixian waved her hand.

　Chapter 220: European Battleship Girls (11)

　"High EQ: broad-minded; low EQ: heartless" Chongqing joked in his heart about Yixian's explanation.

　The two then chatted about many things about Zhao and the child, and the focus was basically on complaining about her mischief and her imperial tendencies.

　After a long time, someone knocked on the door of Chongqing dormitory.

　"Chongqing, we still have a chess game that's still undecided. If you're free today, could you play another game with me?"

　Hearing the sound outside the door, Chongqing stood up and said to Yixian: "Wait a moment, I'll go open the door."

　When the door opened, a tall, curvaceous, black-haired lady stood outside. The weight of justice on her chest was so great that even the combined power of Yixian and Chongqing could not compete with it.

　Although this lady has black hair, she has a German face, but her temperament looks very Chinese.

　"Zhenhai, you're here. Come in and sit down." Chongqing greeted and invited Zhenhai into the dormitory.

　When Zhenhai was reproduced, Chongqing, who was welcoming him at the scene, clearly felt that the attention of everyone present was focused on the voluptuous Zhenhai.

　After arriving at the naval base, Zhenhai attracted the attention of many soldiers. Many of them said with tears in their eyes that China finally has a big-breasted queen ship girl.

　"Humph! What's so good about this German cow (Zhenhai is a German national)... Proportion is the essence of truth, goodness and beauty! And I don't know how much higher my fighting power is than hers.

　A Wallace..." - by Jealous Chongqing.

　……

　"Of course there is no problem in continuing the game. But in that game, your king lost his queen, only one of his two chariots was left, and more than half of his soldiers were lost. Is there any point in continuing the game?" Chongqing asked.

　Zhenhai gracefully walked into the Chongqing dormitory and said, "Don't give up until the very last moment. Historically, it's not uncommon for the underdog to come back victorious, like in the Norway match. The same applies to chess."

　"Are you going to play chess?" Yixian asked when he saw the black and white checkered chessboard in Zhenhai's hand.

　"Exactly."

　"I can offer some advice on Chinese chess, but I'm not very familiar with international chess." Yixian stood up and said goodbye with a smile, "Then please enjoy your discussion, masters. I won't bother you anymore. I have to go back and teach Zhaohe a lesson."

　Chongqing nodded, "Okay, Zhaohe should definitely take care of it. Let's talk when we have time. Bye."

　After seeing Yixian off, Chongqing looked at the black-haired, busty Zhenhai in front of him and said jokingly:

　"Given your skill level, a comeback is highly unlikely. I thought you were exceptionally good at chess, but it seems your skill conflicts with what you learned in a certain game."

　Zhenhai chuckled and said, "Whether one has true talent or not will be revealed on the chessboard. Facts speak louder than words. No need to elaborate. The continuation will make it clear. Please."

　"Please." Chongqing returned the greeting.

　As they spoke, Zhenhai and Chongqing unfolded the chessboard, and then arranged the pieces according to the situation they had been in before the game was finished.

　Chongqing stared at the finished chessboard, thinking to himself, "Zhenhai has been showing signs of fatigue since the beginning, which shows how limited their chess skills are. As for a comeback, that's just wishful thinking on your part."

　Rather than studying this comeback, it would be more likely to study how Germany could have turned the tables at the Battle of Jutland."

　"Who goes first?" Zhenhai asked.

　"You first." Chongqing gave way to Zhenhai.

　Zhenhai raised his eyebrows slightly. "You seem very confident. Thanks for giving in."

　[Friendly Discussion]

　a quarter of an hour later

　"King." Zhenhai made the final move, the last piece that sealed off the King of Chongqing, and the sound of it landing on the chessboard was exceptionally loud.

　Chongqing stared at the endgame on the chessboard, only to see that the path of its own king was completely blocked. No matter where Chongqing moved, it would only be eaten.

　"...You win." Chongqing was unwilling to accept the result, but she was not someone who would not admit defeat.

　Chongqing looked up at the freehand Zhenhai and said, "Zhenhai, can I ask you a question?"

　"You ask."

　"In the first half of the game you played against me last time, were you deliberately showing weakness?" Chongqing suspected that Zhenhai was playing the pig to eat the tiger.