"Absolutely!"
The food was served quickly, and the two of them didn't stand on ceremony and started eating with their chopsticks.
Halfway through their meal, four Black people arrived at the table next to them.
They chatted and laughed, speaking entirely in English.
Lin Anshu's English is average; she barely passed the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4).
Many years have passed since graduation, and she hasn't used English much since, having almost forgotten it all.
Therefore, she could only understand a few words of what the people around her were saying.
Ji Chuan, standing to the side, grew increasingly grim as he listened.
Finally, he slammed his chopsticks on the table and got up to fight the black men.
"What's wrong?" Lin Anshu stopped him.
"Those black guys, they're so annoying. Listen to what they're saying!"
"I don't understand," Lin Anshu said.
"..." Ji Chuan.
He was an average student before, but because he had spent several years abroad, his English level was very high, and he could converse fluently with foreign friends.
He heard everything those people said.
"They said they would definitely take all three top spots in this marathon."
"They're all sprinters, running a marathon is a piece of cake for them."
"China is simply giving them money by hosting these marathons."
"After all, the Chinese are the sick men of East Asia. They can't run, and no matter how hard they try, they can't catch up. They are only fit to be supporting actors for them and carry their shoes."
"Damn it, I'm not Ji if I don't beat the shit out of them."
After saying that, Ji Chuan wanted to rush up again.
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