☆、56、Romantic France: People You Hate (2193 words)
As soon as they got off the plane, they were surrounded by blond-haired, blue-eyed people speaking languages that they could barely understand but were completely unfamiliar with. Only then did they feel like they were in a foreign country.
Four boys and two girls; the youthful teenagers seemed particularly fresh and curious about everything.
The professor led them onto a minibus. Since it was a competition held jointly by various countries, all the participants stayed in the same hotel, in standard double suites.
When the school assigned rooms, they saw that Han Jiahao and Li Yaxi were already in the same dormitory, so they were assigned to the same room again this time.
As soon as Li Yaxi put down her luggage, she called Feng Zihao and gave him a long, rambling speech before reluctantly hanging up.
Li Yaxi lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all. She didn't like remote work; it was too tiring!
He preferred to stay at home reading books and surfing the internet, and since Feng Zihao wasn't outside, he always felt something was missing from his routine.
Seeing Li Yaxi lying there so undignifiedly, Han Jiahao realized that he wasn't so distant after all.
"Take a look at the schedule. The first three days will be spent in classes explaining the topics and format of this debate. The next three days will be for me to prepare materials. After a day of rest, the competition will officially begin. After the competition, I'll rest for another day and then return home. The whole process will take fifteen days."
Li Yaxi took the schedule and glanced at it. It was an elimination system. Looking at it, aside from the first three days and the four days where she might compete, she could spend the rest of the time going out and having fun.
"Okay, so what are the plans for today?"
Han Jiahao began packing his things. "There are no plans, but the professor just said he hopes we can stay in the hotel and not wander around."
Li Yaxi took out her clothes and walked towards the bathroom. "Oh, I'll take a shower first."
Besides showers, there are also bathtubs; the romantic French certainly create places for flirting everywhere.
But who knows who has bathed in there? It's better to go back to your own space and take a bath!
He spent half a day in the space, but the ground was still empty. Little Ears and Little Seven kept circling around him. It seemed he needed to consider what kind of creatures he could plant that wouldn't become sentient.
The spring water was soaking a lot of jade artifacts. Each one felt warm and translucent to the touch. I wonder if soaking more jade could replace planting.
After dawdling for a moment, I left the space and went straight to bed to sleep.
Just as Han Jiahao was about to speak, the doorbell rang. He opened the door and raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and expectation on his face.
"Brother, why did you get here so quickly?"
As Han Weiming walked towards the room, he said, "Of course I had to come and check on you as soon as possible. Is there anything I can help you with?"
His eyes lit up when he saw the person lying on the bed.
"Ya Xi? You live with Xiao Hao? That's great! That way you can look after each other more. Come on, let's go out for dinner, and I'll show you around the neighborhood."
Li Yaxi reluctantly propped herself up, looking coldly at Han Weiming.
"I'm still jet-lagged, so I don't need to eat. I can walk on my own, and I don't need anyone to help me! Whether you're going out to eat or catch up, please be quiet and don't disturb my sleep!"
After saying that, he lay back down, turned over, and turned his back to them.
Han Jiahao's face stiffened instantly, but Han Weiming showed no impatience. He pulled Han Jiahao, pointed to the door, and quietly went out.
Actually, she had taken a nap on the plane and wasn't sleepy now. After Han Jiahao left, Li Yaxi also sat up.
He was no stranger to France and loved this romantic place full of love.
But things always have two sides. Happy people will magnify their happiness infinitely, to the point that every breath they take carries the scent of roses.
Those who are down on their luck will feel even more disappointed by the happiness of others, and all romance will turn into invisible sorrow.
In my previous life, Han Weiming's business in France ran into some trouble for a while. I accompanied him to deal with it. Later, Han Weiming returned to China ahead of schedule, while I stayed in France to clean up the mess, and I stayed for three months.
France is passionate and vibrant by day, and mysterious and charming by night; the only thing they have in common is the ever-present romance.
Couples kiss and hug each other as their feelings lead them to do so.
Above the Arc de Triomphe, spotlights cast beams of blue, white, and red light, which complemented the dazzling lights along the Champs-Élysées.
Li Yaxi sat in an open-air café, enjoying the night view and watching the passersby, imagining their stories. At this moment, he missed Feng Zihao, who was far away on the other side of the world, even more.
People passing by would occasionally turn around or stop to take a few generous glances at this beautiful oriental boy who looked like a lost fairy. If Li Yaxi met one or two people she found pleasing to the eye, she would smile at them.
After sitting for just over half an hour, I already had a large bunch of roses in my hand, not only from girls but also from men.
Li Yaxi mischievously wanted Feng Zihao to know how popular he was in a foreign country. Feng Zihao's jealous but unwilling-to-show reaction was awkwardly adorable.
A cute little girl, as lovely as an angel, ran up to Li Yaxi with a rose in her hand, told him in French how charming he was, stole a sweet kiss, and skipped away.
Li Yaxi smiled as she looked at the flowers in her hand, wiping a bit of drool from her face.
"I never imagined that even such a young girl would be attracted to you. Ya Xi's charm is truly undeniable."
Han Weiming didn't expect to run into Li Yaxi on his way back to the apartment. Under the colorful night lights, the boy was even more charming and he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Li Yaxi knew who it was without even looking or hearing the voice. She suppressed her smile, put down the flowers, and took a sip of milk tea.
Han Weiming ignored Li Yaxi's indifference; his smile widened when he saw the large bouquet of flowers on the table.
"Were these all gifts from others? It seems the French are truly warm and romantic. Perhaps Ya Xi will even have a beautiful encounter here."
Li Yaxi looked at him coldly and said, "I remember saying that I hate people who pretend to be familiar with someone they don't know! Please call me by my full name!"
"Then could you please tell me what I did that made you hate me so much that you won't even give me a chance to be friends?"
"Hate, like love, doesn't need a reason. And I hate hypocrisy, I hate arrogance, I hate people who don't know how to respect others! And you, you have it all!"
Han Weiming raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I don't think I've done anything wrong to you. How come you've accused me of so many heinous crimes?"
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