[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

As the saying goes, never use your amateurism to challenge other people's majors.

Joey always feels that his mahjong skills are not good enough-the reference standard is the masters around him in his previous life.

But to deal with a kid who only saw mahjong a few months ago and thought he was invincible in the world, it can only be said that he is not at the same level at all.

As the old Spanish saying goes, every pig gets his St. Martin.

So it didn't take long before the "goldfinch cry" on the glass plate in Pierre's hand gradually turned into the cry of a big goose, and finally it was like a steam locomotive that was running out of coal and could not breathe for a long time Come on.

Unknowingly, several people gathered around the gaming table, and couldn't help but praise: "That's amazing!"

"This young lady's gesture of drawing cards is really graceful, even more skillful than the girls sitting in the garden playing mahjong in the Paris Club!"

Joey felt a little hot when he heard that.

In Barcelona, ​​mahjong quickly became popular among the nobles, and the leisurely ladies especially like to go to the summer beach to play mahjong to cool off the heat.

Ladies are wearing dresses and soaking in the blue sea water pool, with colorful iced drinks on the trays at hand, and drops of water dripping from the outer walls of the glasses.While talking about all kinds of lace news, they watched the shiny mahjong tiles beating between their white fingers, which was pleasing to the eye.

Although this is partly the result of her own marketing, Joy still has a sense of absurd dislocation.

——In her impression, mahjong is better matched with thermos cups, teapots and hot Pu'er tea, as well as the old men and women who live in the east and live in the west.

It seems that the fact that exotic flavors will enhance the style is true no matter where it is.

Joey pushed the cards briskly, smiled and said, "I made it."

"How is this possible!" Pierre was full of disbelief, "I have never lost."

"Then you have an extra life experience," Verne interjected gloatingly from the side.

He had already wiped off the sweat from his forehead, but his face seemed to be even redder than before.

"So, Mr. Coubertin," Joey blinked, "now it's your turn to practice the spirit of competition."

Pierre studied the shiny glass cards for a while, then tossed his hair, "Well, the most important thing is not to win, but I have fought!"

He simply put the manuscript in front of Joey: "Now it's yours, miss."

Joy was a little surprised at his straightforwardness, she thought that the brat was going to renege on his debts again.

However, he himself also said just now that he should uphold the spirit of the contract - as he said, it seems that the baron's father's education is still very good.

"Young lady, may I take the liberty to ask your name?" Verne's excited voice came from the side.

Not presumptuous, not presumptuous at all!

Joey replied happily: "Joy Fernandez."

Fernandez is one of the most common surnames in Spain.In today's France, Gaudi's surname is much higher-profile than Fernandez, who is full of streets.Moreover, her surname was still Fernandez in the previous registration. After leaving the border, no one would care as much about her surname as they did in China.

It's just a vest, don't be too real.

Now that Fernandez Jr. has spoken out on behalf of the family and is proud of her, there should be no problem borrowing and using it.

After hearing her words, no one else reacted, but Pierre was the first to exclaim: "You are Miss Fernandez—you introduced mahjong to Spain?"

He quickly flipped out the crumpled instruction manual inside the mahjong box, and as soon as he turned it over, he saw the instruction on the title page: "Mahjong Specifications, Author: Joey Fernandez."

Now, everyone remembered.That's right, isn't the famous Miss Fernandez the promoter and biggest manufacturer of mahjong!

"Ah, I didn't expect it to be Miss Fernandez!" Someone whispered in shock.

"Oh! I know!" The lady who answered the conversation suddenly lowered her voice, a little embarrassed: "She is going to be engaged to Mr. Gaudi!"

Joey's smile froze.

Nope.Is she also so famous in Paris?

And, why is their focus so weird?

…did no one tell them it was fake news!

"It's not fair!" Pierre exclaimed suddenly, "we haven't found out who you are just now."

Seeing him divert the topic, Joey secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "But you didn't ask who I am just now."

Pierre waved his hand very seriously: "These are two different things."

"Just now, without knowing it, I agreed to play this game of mahjong with you—that is to say, we have a problem of information asymmetry."

"Besides, I actually raised an objection just now. Who knows if you and Mr. Verne have discussed it in advance? This has been a questionable contest from the beginning, so I have the right not to recognize its result. "

Listen to this truth, one set of one set.

Joey now feels that he is [-]% to [-]% sure - in the future, the father of the modern Olympic Games who can lobby various countries to support the Olympic Games may be the young Pierre who did not run away.

"So, do you think I conspired with Mr. Verne in advance to deceive you?"

It doesn't feel very polite to say that.Pierre thought for a while, and replied stiffly: "I'm not sure that you didn't do this."

"Then," Joey smiled, "you and I must not have known each other before, right?"

"Yes," Pierre replied affirmatively, with renewed curiosity.

"Do you still want to predict my future, Miss Fernandez?"

"You like sports. Right?" Joey asked.

Pierre laughed: "Isn't this obvious? How can I get my figure without exercising."

Yo, kind of narcissistic.

"You're interested in ancient Greek civilization...especially the ancient Olympic Games."

Let her take her chances too.

"..." This time, Pierre's expression was indeed a little surprised, and he even stammered, "Actually, I'm a little curious. But I've only read about this event in literature, and no one know what they are like."

Really?Joey couldn't help being a little surprised.

She thought to herself, so the ruins of the ancient Olympic Games have not been excavated yet?

It's also entirely possible.

There is such a theory - if a certain point in the middle of the historical line is taken as the origin, then the farther the future generations are from this origin, the more they will know about the history before the origin. This is due to the continuous development and maturity of technological means .

The more than 100 years after the end of the nineteenth century was the era of the technological explosion.

Of course, that's not the point right now.

From Pierre's two answers just now, Joey roughly affirmed his conjecture, which is also a very good discovery.

In any case, if the overly energetic young man in front of him is really the Baron de Coubertin, then in the future, he will also be a person who will change the world.

Pierre's interest has been aroused by her: "Are you also interested in Olympia?"

"...That's right."

Joey smiled and thought to herself, she likes to watch the game win the championship, so that's okay.

"Oh, Miss Fernandez, I'm so sorry."

Madame de Coubertin walked up to Joy apologetically, and calmly stopped her son from continuing, "In fact, we often teach my children to do what the orthodox nobles should do, engage in politics, or at least study art or something. ...But he is so disobedient, he always likes to study all inexplicable things."

Pierre couldn't help rolling his eyes behind her back.

"It's okay, ma'am," Joey said with a smile, "Mr. Coubertin has a lot of ideas, and he will definitely achieve something in the future."

"Miss Fernandez, you are going to Paris this time to represent Barcelona to present the final selection of the World Expo?" Baron de Coubertin said.

"Ah," Joey froze, "yes."

How does he know?

"Oh..." Baron Coubertin nodded, with a rather deep tone: "I wish Barcelona all the best, and wish you a pleasant trip to Paris."

"Thank you." Joey couldn't help thinking, is this a pity that she went to fight a losing battle?

"Well, little Joey," Verne sat down on the chair next to him, "You are so good at mahjong, you won't ask me to win before you can give me the manuscript, will you?"

"Oh? This reminds me..." Joey suddenly realized.

"Miss Fernandez!" Verne was shocked.

"Just kidding." Joey smiled, and put the manuscript in front of him, "I wish you a lot of writing, and get rid of the curse of prompting!"

When it was time for afternoon tea, a few people went to the dining car to enjoy tea, coffee, meringue, cream puffs and macarons. Joey seemed to have mixed into this small group, and as a girl who went to a foreign country alone, became a well-cared-for member.

The Coubertin family and M. Verne proved to be very pleasant traveling companions.

Especially Pierre, the boy's mind and body seemed to be restless for a moment, either walking around in the carriage, or dragging Joey to talk about his educational philosophy.

"My parents want me to engage in those so-called 'things that nobles should do'," Pierre curled his lips disdainfully, "but I have no interest at all. My interest is actually in the field of education!"

"Tell me?" Joey was also very interested.

"I think the current students' academic tasks are too heavy, and they simply don't have enough time for full physical and mental development. To have such physical and mental development, we must add enough sports content!"

"Very visionary."

This topic is also a headache for people more than a century later.

"Hey, since France was defeated by Prussia, I have been thinking about what I should do to save my country! Education is very important, and sports are also very important. A nation will be strong if there are many people who are old and healthy; There are many people who are old and weak, and they are very weak."

……

After talking all the way, Joey felt that he could seriously consider the cooperation with Mr. Coubertin in the future.

Now his ideas are still whimsical in the eyes of others, only she knows what kind of grand event these unformed ideas will become.

As for Verne?

When Joey saw him complaining that he didn't have time to write a book, he would rather chat with other passengers about unnutritive content than conceive a novel. He immediately understood why the master of science fiction wrote a manuscript so much. Difficult.

The day and night train journey was very pleasant.

After arriving in Paris, Madame de Coubertin even invited Joey to take their carriage to the hotel where they stayed, and then said that their family would hold an art salon in a while, and they would definitely send an invitation to Joey at that time letter.

The International Exposition Organization leased two floors of space at the St. Louis Hotel for the final selection of the upcoming World Expo.

When Joey came to the reception to report his visit, a man wearing black-rimmed glasses raised his head through the exquisite bouquet of gypsophila and lilies at the reception desk, and gave a subtle "tsk".

"Barcelona...?"

"Isn't it already explained that your city is not eligible to run?"

He poked his yawning colleague next to him, and said with a low laugh, "Spain is really shabby. It's understandable that the head of state can't be found, after all, it seems that there is really no one left."

"Otherwise, why would you send a woman?"

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