Her skin is so white that it glows in the sun. What's more valuable is that she doesn't have freckles like many white girls. If she really goes to Hollywood, even if her acting skills are a little worse, she might be able to make a name for herself.

People with ordinary looks, no matter how good their acting skills are, will never be remembered as quickly as beautiful girls and handsome guys. Otherwise, they must have a special skill and attract attention by taking an unconventional approach.

Of course, opportunity and luck are also very important. Los Angeles has no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women coming from all over the world, but only a few of them can eventually make a name for themselves.

Han Chudong knew what was going on.

There is not so much so-called love at first sight. Without ever meeting or knowing someone in depth, most of the time it is just lust at first sight.

The excitement he felt a few days ago had long been forgotten by him.

If I hadn't seen her again today, I would have almost forgotten the existence of such a beautiful girl. Now I was waving at her, but I didn't have the time to care what Sun Lao San thought.

The other party also saw Han Chudong. The impression left by that meeting was too deep, so he did not hesitate to smile back at him.

He parked his white bicycle in front of the repair shop and asked with a smile, "You are a genius who can stump Harvard professors, why are you here?"

"I haven't left yet. I'm waiting for you to come back. You can call me Mason or Han."

Han Chudong was also laughing. He guessed that the other party probably forgot his name, so he used that name instead. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then said, "You didn't tell me your name last time. Do I have to keep calling you Miss Mystery?"

"Helena Bergman, I'm here to fix my typewriter. Maybe you can be my translator again?"

Amused by Han Chudong's words, she patted the typewriter tied to the back seat of the bicycle and said.

I haven’t liked going out since I moved to Los Angeles. Last time I saw a repair shop here, I rode my bike over with my things. Unexpectedly, I ran into Han Chudong again.

"What's broken?"

"The G and I keys are not working. I'm using them to take notes on my study."

"It's just a minor problem. I happen to know the owner of this shop. It can be fixed in half an hour. The price is very fair. Two dollars is enough."

As Han Chudong was talking, he took the typewriter and walked into the store to tell Sun Laosan what the problem was.

He could have simply not charged any money. Given his relationship with the master, helping to fix it was just a small matter. However, he did not intend to do so. Being too enthusiastic in getting close to the master would only backfire. Helena Bergman was obviously not the kind of girl who would be happy to save two dollars.

"If you use it often, I suggest you buy a new typewriter. This one is very uncomfortable and your fingers will hurt after using it for a long time. I'm just about to leave. Let's go across the street and have a cup of coffee. Come back and get it later."

He helped make the decision without giving Helena Bergman a chance to refuse, and gestured for her to go to the cafe across the street.

Passing by the archway, she took the initiative to ask: "Don't you have classes today? Why are you wearing such clothes? It looks strange."

"My dad's clothes. Today I'm busy planning a fundraiser with several charities. It's better to be a little more formal. There will be an event here tomorrow. I'm not going to school anymore. What about you?"

"It's the school anniversary holiday. To be honest, I still can't adapt to American classes. Male classmates do things that I find offensive. For example, even though I've already said no, they still pester me to go to the party. Is it always like this?"

"Maybe you're just too charming. No one ever asks me to go to a party, even if I really want to."

Han Chudong glanced at her and continued, "If you meet someone like that, just ignore him. I think there must have been such jerk male students in your previous school who thought they were very popular."

"I don't know. I went to a girls' school before..."

I arrived at the cafe, found an empty table in the corner and sat down, then secretly looked at the price of coffee.

fortunately.

It was only twenty or thirty cents, and even with a dessert it wouldn't cost much, which made Han Chudong feel at ease. In the gentlemanly style of putting ladies first, he asked her to order first.

Several police officers at the next table would peek at them from time to time and occasionally smile at Han Chudong, which made him a little nervous and he guessed something bad.

There was no sign of anything unusual on the surface. They talked about school and Hollywood, and there was always no shortage of topics.

Han Chudong already knew that Miss Bergman was attending a girls' school in Sweden, which made him feel that he had a chance.

Compared with girls in co-educational schools, girls in girls' schools, especially church-based girls' schools, are undoubtedly more blank in terms of emotions. They have no idea how the other party views them. Anyway, after the initial contact, Han Chudong felt that she was pretty good.

Unlike his aloof appearance, he is quite talkative when encountering topics that interest him, as if he has found an opportunity to pour out all the discomforts he has experienced since coming to the United States.

Her laughter attracted the attention of the two young men.

After the discussion, a non-mainstream red-haired young man with a pierced nose came over, put his hand on the small round table, pointed out the window and said:

"See that cool Harley at the door? That's my car. It's boring to talk to this stupid Asian monkey. My friend and I will take you out for a ride to Santa Monica Beach and come back in the evening. What do you think?"

If you have experienced the era when non-mainstream was rampant, you can probably imagine what the atmosphere in the United States is like today. Hip-hop and punk are popular, and such "monsters" are everywhere.

Riding a motorcycle, swearing, and being as ostentatious as possible.

If you meet a silly girl with her buttocks exposed at the back of her jeans, don't doubt it, this is a popular style.

It has only been a little over ten years since the "I Have a Dream" speech. How popular can we expect anti-racism laws to be?

It is common for Chinese, blacks, Southeast Asians, etc. to be ridiculed by white people. If a fight breaks out, the white people will tend to side with them. The trend of "white supremacy" is becoming more and more intense as society evolves.

Han Chudong had no intention of reasoning with this psychopath.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

He didn't want to suffer any loss in words: "Get lost."

Trying to act cool in front of Helena.

The white man stared at him fiercely, saying, "Say that again! I'll beat you up in the face!"

Looking at this guy as if he were a mentally retarded person, Han Chudong stood up and continued, "I told you to get out of here. You're such a loser that I feel sick."

Seeing this, another white man in short-sleeved shirt also came over.

After walking a few steps, he saw the police officers at the table stand up one by one. When his friend was about to punch him, a middle-aged man kicked him far away.

It was not a good idea to stand there in a daze as to continue walking forward, nor was it a good idea to go back and continue drinking coffee. When I saw these people looking at me, they already had batons in their hands, so I squatted down with my head in my hands, not forgetting the name of this neighborhood.

Chinatown doesn’t have a very good reputation, and some people call it the “violent neighborhood.” This guy was frightened by the looks of those people.

A leader waved his hand and ordered people to handcuff them both. They were stopped when they showed signs of fighting, so the arrest was reasonable.

Then the middle-aged man put away his baton, walked over, patted Han Chudong on the shoulder and said, "I just heard from your father at noon that you have behaved yourself, but you really can't give in in this situation. Come on, I think this girl is pretty good, you have good taste!"

"She's just a friend I just met. The uncles saw it, too. I really didn't cause any trouble."

"Haha! I won't bother you. I just finished my coffee. I'm going to take these two back and give them a lesson. He dared to call you an Asian monkey. This is a slap in our face. I'm going to make him lose a layer of skin today!"

Speaks Chinese.

Miss Bergman didn't understand, but she vaguely guessed that it was related to her.

After they left, even the motorcycle was taken away. She was still in shock and said, "Thank you. My parents said that the security here is not very good. Now I believe it is true. There are so many scary crazy people!"

"Well, so it's best if you don't go out unless you have something to do, especially at night. These police officers know my dad. If you want to go out and have fun, I'm free to accompany you."

Seeing that he didn't forget to tease her at this time, Miss Bergman looked annoyed.

I couldn't help but be curious and asked him, "What did you just say to me in Chinese?"

"He said you were beautiful and encouraged me to do my best. Helena, I'm not kidding you. The security here is really bad. I'll give you my phone number. Contact me if you feel bored."

It's rare to feel that it's nice to have such a father.

Han Chudong was thinking at this moment that if he was not strong enough and found a beautiful white girl as a girlfriend, he would probably encounter troubles like this.

But if you don't even have this much courage, then what kind of man are you trying to pick up girls? You might as well go home and have a shower and go to bed early...