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In the next few days, there was no special progress in his relationship with Shen Qiao. Shen Qiao left early and returned late every day, and he was in class during the day.In fact, I didn't meet a few times.

But he underestimated Shen Qiao's reputation in the academy—whether in terms of popularity or loudness.This directly led to a dispute a few days later, but it was indeed not very pleasant.

The cause of the incident was the class on October [-]rd.

He came to study the course of the junior year, but in order to coordinate the time, the college arranged the film and television appreciation class of the second year and the third year at the same time, and the class was held in the lecture hall.During the class, Zhao Wenyan found a corner position in the middle and back according to his own habits, which was inconspicuous and convenient for listening to the class.

When he was in class, there was usually no one around him, and Zhao Wenyan didn't bother to care about whether he was racially discriminated against --- the same race also had differences in class and region, and he preferred to be alone and quiet than trying to figure out what other people were thinking.

But today is an exception.

Not long after he sat down, a white male classmate sat next to him, and his accent was American: "Can Isithere?"

Zhao Wenyan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said, "Yes."

The male student sat down very naturally: "Thanks. I'm Tom Hodge.."

Just before the class started, Zhao Wenyan suddenly saw Shen Qiao walking in from the door.He was carrying a cross-body bag, with earphones hanging on one ear, with black hair and black eyes, and a bit of a gentleman's air, he looked out of place with a group of blond and blue-eyed white people.

Almost the moment he appeared, there were whistles and boos in the classroom.Shen Qiao turned a blind eye, didn't even bother to add half a mockery in her eyes, walked up the stairs and scanned the people around her.When he saw Zhao Wenyan and Tom next to him, a trace of undisguised surprise suddenly appeared on his originally lazy face, as if he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

He stopped beside them, watching them steadily.That gaze made Zhao Wenyan's heart shudder, and his whole body felt a little on pins and needles.

"There's someone here, Hobbs," reminded Tom.There was a kind smile on the corner of his mouth, and the smile was decent, but there was a hint of disgust on Shen Qiao's face.

"Understood." Shen Qiao said, his English has an obvious British accent, and the cadence is particularly elegant, but after knowing each other for so many days, this is the first time he has heard Shen Qiao speak to someone in such a dignified and indifferent tone.He glanced at Zhao Wenyan, as if he wanted to say something, but he shook his head slightly and didn't say anything, and sat straight in the back row.

Because of Shen Qiao's episode, the class that was not interesting at all was even more difficult in his eyes. It just so happened that he forgot to bring his dictionary today, so he didn't have a chance to spend time.

"Do you know Hobbs?" said Tom suddenly.

"We are roommates." Zhao Wenyan was a little surprised by Tom's sudden conversation, and told him that Tom obviously wanted to bring up a topic, so he simply passed him a step first, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Of course." Tom took the steps generously, "He actually came to the film and television appreciation."

"What if he takes the exam if he doesn't go to class?"

"He's the only one in the academy who doesn't have to worry about exams." Tom said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "His final exams are all written and graded by the dean himself. No one has ever known what he is taking."

"..." Zhao Wenyan was dumbfounded by this operation, and had no choice but to say, "The dean really loves him."

"Indeed," said Tom sympathetically, "he's a queer man, and it's a bad thing to have as a roommate."

Zhao Wenyan didn't answer.

What he said was indeed true, and he really believed so, but when someone said that about his roommate in front of him, what filled his heart was not the joy of being recognized, but more like the embarrassment of being judged.

No matter what Shen Qiao said, he was still his roommate and compatriot. What he thought was his business, but he couldn't see what others said:

"We get along really well and Joe is a nice guy."

On the weekend, Zhao Wenyan finally had time to complete the long-delayed oral tutoring.

Huo Qiyu sent him an email after that, to the effect that he moved out after having some trouble with his original roommate, so pay attention to the address when he wants to find him.

Zhao Wenyan stared at the address named "21 East 560st Street (1) in Chelsea, Manhattan", speechless.

He was suddenly curious about what Huo Qiyu had been doing all these years, and he could move to Manhattan temporarily.

"If I'm not here, you can also find my new landlord. His name is Li Xiao, a Hong Kong native who has lived in the United States since he was a child."

But unfortunately, Huo Qiyu was not there that day, and neither was Li Xiao.

Zhao Wenyan was a little disappointed and was about to go back home.Walking on the sidewalk in the villa area, a red Lamborghini stopped beside him.

He didn't pay attention and continued to walk forward, but the people in the car shouted loudly: "Wen Yan!"

He paused and turned around in shock.In the driver's seat of the Lamborghini was a British driver with a serious face, while in the passenger seat, Shen Qiao was staring at him through the glass, also full of shock.

Zhao Wenyan looked at the freshly brewed Ceylon black tea on the coffee table, and still felt that all this was dreamlike.

He was supposed to practice oral English with him or his landlord at his second brother's house.Unfortunately, he and his landlord received a note that both he and his landlord had something to go out, and then Shen Qiao who met by chance pulled him into his house next to the second brother's house.

Shen Qiao's house is a typical British style, but from time to time it mixes modern technological equipment and Chinese elements, which seems to be the idea of ​​the owner rather than the designer.While drinking tea, the owner, who was in poor taste, asked enthusiastically, "Who is your friend? I have never seen anyone living there."

There are sugar cubes and milk beside the black tea. Zhao Wenyan hesitated, but chose to drink it directly: "My friend in China is now working in the consulate."

"Is he the consul general? Even the rent here is not cheap."

"...No." Even the consul general couldn't afford to rent a house here.Zhao Wenyan was curious again why Huo Qiyu lived here.

"Can we meet with you when you are free?" Shen Qiao asked while drinking tea, "I really want to know him."

"...Why?" He was slightly surprised when he discovered the pure black tea that Shen Qiao also drank.

"he's Chinese."

"Are you curious about Chinese people?" Zhao Wenyan felt vaguely displeased.

"Yes." Shen Qiao's eyes suddenly became serious, and his tone was more serious than ever before, "I am Chinese, but I never know what my hometown is like." He lowered his eyes slightly, "I really want to know."

Zhao Wenyan was surprised.

Shen Qiao seemed to see his confusion, and explained: "I was born in Hong Kong and came to England when I was seven years old. The change of nationality is due to the law, not my choice."

"If given a choice, many people would prefer to choose British citizenship," Zhao Wenyan said.

"But I don't!" Shen Qiao was a little anxious, he suddenly thought of something, and asked hesitantly, "Will you choose that too?"

"That's not true." Racial prejudice can never be changed by a paper of nationality. No matter how hard you try, you can't please people who look down on you from the bottom of your heart.

Just Shen Qiao...

He knew that Shen Qiao's family was in a good family, but this villa refreshed his understanding of Shen Qiao again.He obviously lives alone, and the property that many wealthy men struggle for their lives is clearly not his family's only property.And no race discriminates against wealth.

He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he was the only one who discriminated against others, not others.

But Shen Qiao obviously didn't know what he was thinking, he smiled, his eyebrows curved: "I know, so we will be friends."

friend?

Zhao Wenyan hesitated, but it seemed... there was no problem.

He is already sitting at Shen Qiao's house, isn't he still a friend?

(1) The rich area in the center of New York, the price can be imagined