[Korean Drama] The Raven Crown

? "Study abroad, go to Japan, isn't Japan very good?"

"Okay."

Three years later.

"Japan...it's better not to go to Japan. A little girl should not go there. Go to Korea. Isn't Korea very good?"

"...I have passed the Japanese language test!"

"It's not a bad thing to learn another foreign language."

One week before the final exam, Song Nianchi was on the verge of failing the exam.

And the closer it was to the final exam date, the worse her procrastination became.

In the end, nothing happened tonight. I just wanted to write casually to calm my mood, but I accidentally drew a four-frame comic.

Although it's just a stickman, it's quite vivid with the dialogue box - at least she can see it at a glance.

If my mother sees it, it will definitely be over.

Song Nianchi originally wanted to simply delete the four-frame comic, but then she thought, if she deleted the comic, she would really have done nothing tonight.

No success at all.

But there is only one four-panel manga achievement, which is too pitiful.

I looked up to see the chalk writing on the small blackboard posted by my boyfriend who lived together on the wall, "Seven days until the final exam".

He even thoughtfully wrote such a passage in Chinese characters.

Although the strokes are a bit weird, but he is Korean after all, so he can't ask too much of him.

On the contrary, the picky boyfriend keeps rewriting the Chinese characters on the blackboard every day.Compared with the previous Chinese characters where each stroke was separated, the current writing can somehow see the meaning of calligraphy from the turning point.

"Simply a jerk."

Song Nianchi cursed in a low voice, looked up at the time displayed on the lower right corner of the computer, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening, although it is normal for Japan and South Korea to work overtime until eleven or twelve o'clock, but every time I see my boyfriend Relying on ginseng essence and coffee | She felt jittery because of refreshing her mind.

As a result, she was terrified for a few days, and her boyfriend stopped drinking these messy "supplements" in front of her again.

Although his silent and considerate behavior is very good, Song Nianchi is always worried that the other party will die from overwork that day.

But anyway, there are many things that I can't tell my mother, such as finding a Korean boyfriend and living with him or something...

Song Nianchi didn't even dare to tell her mother that she only got up the courage to say hello to her boyfriend Jun in the elevator because of his face.

Although it's just a question like "which floor do you go to?"

As a result, after going back and forth, the two people who lived in the same building became acquainted.

After that, there was a normal confession and dating, and then at Song Nianchi's insistence, her boyfriend Jun quit his house (his residence was basically a sample house in Song Nianchi's impression) and moved in with her.

When the two first started dating, Song Nianchi also heard about her boyfriend's occupation from the other party. He seemed to be the secretary of the president of a big luxury brand in Korea. It was said that he was a classmate who studied in France with the president, but Song Nianchi I always feel that my boyfriend’s mentality is quite good, and I can work under my former classmates without feeling any resentment. Thinking about it carefully, it’s not just a matter of having a good mentality.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Song Nianchi turned off the computer in despair, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and touched a bunch of cosmetics given by his boyfriend according to the labels on the bottles.

She has grown up so much——before dating her boyfriend, all problems can be solved with just a bottle of glycerin, okay?

As a result, she has grown up so much, and she actually learned how to dress up through videos and online tutorials by relying on a series of cosmetics given by her boyfriend Jun in a luxury goods company... To say it is to be laughed to death.

After dawdling for a while, when I felt anxious because of my severe procrastination, there was the sound of the key being inserted into the lock, and a few seconds later, my boyfriend pushed the door open and entered.

"Oh...why are you listening to this song again?"

The first thing your boyfriend said when we met was to comment on the song played on his girlfriend's phone.

Song Nianchi smiled awkwardly, and turned off the player on the phone, along with the looping "Prestige and Majesty".

"It's actually quite nice."

"I don't want to go home and find my girlfriend listening to other women gasp."

"Is it okay for a man?"

"Absolutely not."

"Hey, you are really difficult to serve."

"When did you serve me?"

As soon as Boyfriend Jun finished speaking, Song Nianchi couldn't help jumping up.

"Che Shengzu, say it again!"

As soon as he saw his girlfriend getting angry, the boyfriend, Che Shengzu, immediately fell in love.

"It's my fault."

Then he grinned and rubbed over.

"It's late, I'm hungry."

"Smelly of alcohol, who are you lying to by saying you're hungry?"

Song Nianchi was not so easily coaxed back.

"Really, I won't lie to you, the reception lasted past ten o'clock today, and I had to renew the booth after the opening. I didn't want to go at first, but you know—"

Speaking of this, Song Nianchi saw Che Shengzu's aggrieved expression, couldn't help but waved him into the bathroom.

"Hurry up and take a shower, you smell of alcohol."

"I drank hangover tea when I came back, and I also took medicine before the banquet just in case I got drunk."

Once Che Shengzu drank too much wine, he would become a lot of nonsense.

But Song Nianchi couldn't bear it anymore and threw his change of clothes to him before closing the door.But Che Shengzu held his clothes with his left hand, and leaned against the bathroom door with his right hand, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice, "Let's make some supper."

"I'll cook a bowl of small wontons for you to chop."

"Eh?"

Song Nianchi translated the Chinese sentence just now in Korean, and asked him again: "Do you want to add more seaweed?"

"Yes. But—"

Song Nianchi interrupted Che Shengzu. "No sesame oil, right? I see."

Only then did Che Shengzu let go of his hand in satisfaction, and asked his girlfriend to close the door.

Song Nianchi dug out from the freezer of the refrigerator a bag of small wontons that had been wrapped a while ago and had not been eaten but were quick-frozen. He counted some vegetable fillings, and then dug out a small pot to boil water.

She finished cooking the wontons, and when they were served on the table, Che Shengzu also got dressed and came out.

"It's cooked so soon?"

"It's you who wash slowly."

Song Nianchi took a spoon and handed it to her boyfriend, then looked up at the clock on the kitchen.

"Eat quickly and sleep well."

Her eyes were full of worry.

"It's almost one o'clock."

"You go to bed first, and I will clean up later."

Song Nianchi still read a sentence: "Go to bed early too."

For her nagging, Che Shengzu always smiled and nodded. "I knew it in my heart, I sent the email and went to bed."

Hearing this assurance, Song Nianchi believed his words even though the other party had no credibility in such matters.

"Go to bed early."

Anxiety about procrastination and the pressure of the approaching final exam made Song Nianchi open his eyes without warning at four o'clock in the morning.

She turned her head to look at the light source out of the corner of her eye, and saw that Che Shengzu was still sitting in front of the computer and browsing documents.

When I touched the empty seat beside me, there was no human body temperature at all.

"Che Shengzu, you don't want to die, working all night will shorten your life!"

Having said all of this, Che Shengzu turned off the computer very quickly.

"I'm going to sleep."

As soon as he turned off the computer and lifted the quilt, he burrowed into it.

Song Nianchi endured it for a while before he kicked Che Shengzu out of bed to wash his face before going to bed.

She closed her eyes again in a daze, only to hear Che Shengzu's voice saying, "Nian Chi, your manga will be serialized after the test results are released?"

If there was anything wrong with Song Nianchi's life, it was finding a boyfriend who turned out to be his fan.

When Song Nianchi first came to Korea to study abroad, he was not familiar with the place, and he was not familiar with the students in the language school except the school.Although there is a local hometown association, she is not a sociable type. In addition to her procrastination, when everything comes to an end, she can finally relax for a while. Several months have passed. .

At this time, Song Nianchi's only way to pass the loneliness is to carry forward the hobby of painting and drawing that he has cultivated since he was a child.

Coming to Korea to study alone, the days of studying alone are really lonely, but what is even more uncomfortable is that you must never tell the fact that you are lonely over the phone.Constantly compiling a fictitious fulfilling life, Song Nianchi desperately needs an outlet.

So she opened a Twitter account on the Internet (perhaps the only advantage of going abroad is that she can log in to these blocked websites normally), and then post the comics she drew on it every now and then.

She speaks Chinese, Japanese, and Korean very well. She draws manga stories with a modern background. She doesn’t need online translation at all, and she directly translates the manga into the three languages.

Song Nianchi's registered name on Twitter is siriri. This account name was just typed up casually, but because the content of the comics she drew was too interesting, it was reposted.

Originally, it was just a manga reprinted by some Japanese tweeters, but after it became popular on Japanese websites for no reason, Korean netizens only noticed the story drawn by this siriri manga artist.

If you have to compare the development of the comics industry in China, Japan, and South Korea, then the comics industry in South Korea is even more tragic than that in China.

Obviously, the manga industry is not valued by people, but because it became popular in Japan, it turned to become popular in Korea.

After this manga became very popular on the Internet in Japan and South Korea, some two-dimensional bloggers in China also spontaneously began to transfer and repost it.

The caricature drawn by Song Nianchi is the history of love between three couples.

The friendship of six people and the delicate emotions between the three love stories - this is the content of Song Nianchi's comics.

The romance between the proud eldest lady and the clingy junior who is younger than myself, the love story between the innocent and lovely girl and the long-legged uncle next door, and the happy friends of childhood sweethearts who are opposite each other.

It sounds like a bad street setting, but maybe it's because Song Nianchi's skill points are completely wrong. She is very good at describing the subtle interactions between men and women, and she can often poke people's hearts in the smallest details. The softest place.

What's more, no matter what her grades are... She is also studying finance-related majors.

Obviously, she is a messy cartoon promoter who has become popular on the Internet. Everyone who reads her cartoons knows that Siriri is an international student from China who originally went to Japan to study, but her parents changed their minds and went to Korea.

However, even the comic party who is not interested in the three-dimensional identity of the pusher has to face the tragic reality of "the exam next month, and the update will be suspended for one month", and because of this long-term update, they know the identity of the pusher. This industry.

"That's right, this was originally a hobby."

"It's not a problem for the current length to be a single volume."

"Do not make jokes."

Song Nianchi hugged the quilt and curled up.

"If my mother finds out that I'm not doing my job properly, even if I get the manuscript fee, I won't be able to see the sun the next day."

Che Shengzu still wanted to say something, but seeing that the person next to his pillow was already asleep, he didn't say what he wanted to say.

In fact, he really didn't think that Song Nianchi had the talent to major in finance, but it's no big deal if he didn't want to change his career to become a professional cartoonist.

As long as she is happy.

☆、Chapter 2

?Every morning Song Nianchi wakes up earlier than Che Shengzu. After she washes up and changes her clothes, the porridge stewed last night is almost done.

As Song Nianchi grew up, she could cook only a few kinds of food in the kitchen, but her mother recognized her porridge cooking skills.

After she finished her breakfast and was about to start a new day of review, Che Shengzu came out of the bedroom lazily.

"Porridge again?"

"If you want to eat bread, go to the convenience store and buy it yourself."

"No, no, porridge is good, porridge is good."

Every morning basically, similar topics unfolded, and then Che Shengzu went to wash up, and the whole person did not know what kind of magic he picked up his briefcase and walked out the door.

After spending a whole day of reviewing slowly in front of the computer, my boyfriend went home after seven o'clock.

"Don't you have to add it so late today?"

"The president is merciful..." Boyfriend Jun said vaguely, "I'm hungry."

"I'm ready for dinner anyway."

"You eat dinner so late every day."

"It's not because you're not here."

Hearing this, Che Shengzu bowed his head decisively and admitted his mistake.

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

"Yeah, what's there to apologize for?"

After dinner, her boyfriend Jun Fei wanted to help out in the kitchen. While washing dishes together, Song Nianchi only heard the reason why he came home early.

"Would you like to review with you?"

"You didn't go to college in Korea, did you?"

"It's in France, but I can still help with exam-oriented education."

Hearing this, Song Nianchi's patriotism ignited.

"Don't say it as if only South Korea has exam-oriented education in Asia."

Boyfriend Jun continued to persuade: "Confucian Asia has exam-oriented education, but to a certain extent—"

Song Nianchi looked at Che Shengzu with a look of "you are simply unreasonable".

"It's the first time that I have grown up so much that I even have to compete for the first place in exam-oriented education."

"Aren't you fighting with me too?"

"Shut up, hurry up and wash the dishes - how many minutes does it take you to wash a dish, this is too much waste of water."

"It needs to be washed clean."

"You are not called clean, but a waste of resources."

"I pay for the water and electricity bills."

"But the monthly rent is paid by me."

"I paid the contract fee."

"Ah, Che Shengzu, you are really unreasonable!"

"Who can't be bothered—I'm sorry, I was wrong. Forgive me."

"Wash the rest of the dishes, remember to put them away!"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and wash your hands and apply hand cream, it will hurt your hands when you wash the dishes like this."

Because there is no opportunity to meet the president secretaries of other luxury companies, Song Nianchi can only use "this is probably a must-have habit of the president secretaries of luxury companies" to explain why Che Shengzu, a big man, is so proficient in cosmetics Much stronger than his girlfriend.

But for someone like Song Nianchi, who relies on glycerin and can use it as a skin care product for the whole body, he probably knows the difference between different brands of cosmetics better than her if he just grabs someone of the same age.

Although he and her boyfriend were a little disturbed before, when he wanted to help with the review with a shameless face, Song Nianchi couldn't say no to it.

And during tutoring, the only thing that distracted her was the way Che Shengzu took a pencil and a review outline, and carefully ticked off the outline.

It is said that men are the most handsome when they are serious, so whether it is drawing concept drawings of the design at home or helping the girlfriend to tick off the exam questions—whatever it is, the boyfriend is so handsome that Song Nianchi can't take his eyes off it.

"If you memorize these places by heart, there should be no problem."

After the boyfriend gave Song Nianchi the outline he had drawn, he took out the blank A4 and started writing the paper.

"You can even do this?"

"It's just a paper, what's the problem?"

Having said this, Che Shengzu's expression also became a little smug.

"Believe me, memorize according to the review range I gave you, and you will pass."

"If possible..." Song Nianchi sighed, "I still hope that my grades will be a little better."

You don't have the talent to study finance.

Che Shengzu suppressed the words in his heart.

He felt that the most painful thing in his relationship with Song Nianchi was seeing his girlfriend who had such high aptitude in literature, painting and language skills every day, but she had to die with him in finance who had no talent at all. knock.

Sometimes, it really can't be solved by a simple "you are happy".

That kind of thing of watching people waste their talents is really heartbreaking every time I think about it.

"I'm thinking too much."

Che Shengzu endured it for a while, and then mentioned something else.

"Why don't you wait until you finish the exam, find something relaxing to do."

"Is there something good to do to relax."

"When I was tweeting for you before, I saw an invitation from a TV station, and wanted to invite you to be a special guest on the show or something."

The words "No appointment" came to the tip of my tongue, and Song Nianchi abruptly replaced it with: "I won't go."

She felt that she had sacrificed too much to take care of her boyfriend, who had no language talent.

"I think the pay is pretty good."

"What if my mom sees that show?"

Besides, I hate showing my face in front of a group of people.

Especially if someone recognizes you on the road, then it's over.

Song Nianchi felt goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the dreaded tradition of illegitimate meals in Korea.

... I really don't know how those idols endured.

"Your mother should not watch entertainment programs."

"She hates this kind of program, but..." Song Nianchi continued hesitatingly, "If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're afraid of the unexpected."

Che Shengzu was really curious. Every time his girlfriend mentioned the mother at home, she always had an expression of awe, but relying on the emotion of admiration is not something that can be faked.

"This is really a pity..."

Although you don't have to hate contact with people so much if you want your girlfriend to broaden her horizons, but if she doesn't want to contact others... Che Shengzu doesn't think it's a big deal.

Whether it is falling in love or getting married, he feels that this is his own business and has nothing to do with others.

Whether it is the grandfather who fell out with him, or his ex-girlfriend, it has nothing to do with him now.

Sometimes you will understand once you have been in love, and you will find out after you miss it once. When the real fate comes, cherish the preciousness of the person in front of you.

"So, how about submitting the marriage application after this exam?"

"Eh?"

Song Nianchi opened his eyes wide.

It would be a lie to say that marriage was not considered before the cohabitation, but there was no good result after thinking about it, and she couldn't bear that her boyfriend could live in the model house for such a long time There is no difference in the rental house, so in the end we moved in together.

In Asian countries, if they break up after cohabitation, the woman's loss will undoubtedly become greater, but perhaps from the very beginning, Song Nianchi never thought about getting married.

It's good to be able to fall in love while studying abroad, and the idea of ​​moving in together is not a bad idea, but if she wants to introduce a foreigner's boyfriend to her mother, this is something she never thought about.

From the beginning, I never thought that I would introduce my boyfriend to my mother——

This kind of thing can't be said at all.

"Sorry, I should have proposed under better circumstances."

Che Shengzu immediately apologized.

For some reason, Song Nianchi felt that in private, his boyfriend Jun always apologized very readily in front of him.

"I'll bring this up again in due course."

In the next few days, I was in the review hell of the final exam. During the day, I reviewed at home by myself, and at night I had to accept spot checks from my boyfriend, and then I had consecutive days of exams.

After the last exam was over, Song Nianchi put aside all the questions related to the exam, ran home and turned on the computer, took out the digital tablet, opened Photoshop, and started his own work of filling holes.

I’m so happy when I’m drawing, I even forget to make dinner——

Knowing this, Che Shengzu returned home with packed meals from restaurants outside.

"Is it just a drawing special today?"

Thanks to his girlfriend's familiarity with Japanese culture, Cha Shengzu also added a lot of relevant knowledge. For example, she likes to draw a few single paintings of a straight body from time to time, and the male yin and yang that she drew at the request of Japanese netizens. The ronin who wears a master and a sword, as well as the princess in twelve single clothes and the woman in furisode kimono are all well-received.

Of course, Song Nianchi has also drawn a lot of single paintings of Hanfu. She even gave her three couples different names in accordance with the language when translating her comic dialogues in three languages.

"Don't you think Korean official uniforms are really weird?"

"I think it's pretty good."

"Is that so?"

Song Nianchi didn't know much about the structure of Hanbok, but Cha Shengzu was very clear about it.

As a result, Song Nianchi drew a single picture of Hanfu and posted it on Twitter, adding a sentence, "Thank you, Mr. Secretary, for providing a lot of help with the structure of the clothing."

After lying down on the bed and going to sleep, Cha Shengzu was still holding his phone to check Twitter replies.

In just half an hour, there were already tens of thousands of replies.

In terms of this terrible popularity on the Internet, Che Shengzu felt that his girlfriend took finance as her main business and went in the wrong direction.

Later, when he was free to scroll through hot topics, he suddenly stumbled upon a topic that would make his girlfriend sleepless.

☆、Chapter 3

? "How about I bring this out on the show?"

Song Nianchi took out the paper roll he made, spread it out and asked his boyfriend for his opinion.

She originally thought that if the secretary of the president of the luxury goods company thought it was okay, then judging from the prudence of the other party's work, there would probably be no problem.

However, the problem is that Song Nianchi's boyfriend is not the secretary who cleans up the leadership mess, but the president who is cleaned up by the secretary.

So the domineering and cool CEO said, "No problem."

"Oh."

After Song Nianchi put away the scroll in his hand, for the first time after going abroad, he began to seriously consider what clothes he would wear for the photoshoot tomorrow.

When I was in distress, my boyfriend Jun was still making troubles non-stop.

"You weren't that careful when you dated me! It's too much! It's just a variety show—!"

"Ahhhh-"

Song Nianchi threw the clothes in his hand on the bed and glared at her boyfriend Jun angrily.

"You're sick of it!"

"According to me, they are all unqualified."

"I don't want to buy clothes that I can only wear once."

"At least prepare some dresses and the like."

"I don't have to go to nightclubs."

"Yeah, you still want to go to the nightclub behind my back!"

"Che Shengzu, stop making trouble for no reason!"

After the quarrel, Che Shengzu calmed down first—that is to say, he apologized first—

"I'll take you shopping for clothes."

What time is it now, where is there any clothing store open? "

In fact, not only clothing stores, but even beauty shops are still open.

"It's only nine o'clock in the evening, and the nightlife in Cheongdam-dong has just begun."

Cha Shengzu took his dear girlfriend and walked on the street of Cheongdam-dong, just like walking in the back garden of his own home.

"There's no need to go to the store in the department store, just go to our company's specialty store."

"Eh?"

Song Nianchi looked hesitant when he thought of the name of the company her boyfriend worked for.

"It's expensive."

"Don't refuse your boyfriend to spend money for you at this time! Be a little self-conscious about a girlfriend!"

"Your wallet is crying! It's definitely crying!"

"Please, read late, let me spend money for you."

"Tsk, don't cry when you have no money to pay the rent."

"No."

Che Shengzu blinked at Song Nianchi.

"I have an employee internal price."

After buying a champagne-colored tube top dress and matching it with a short black trench coat that only looked good, Che Shengzu happily ordered a pair of white high-heeled shoes for Song Nianchi.

"No more." Song Nianchi's vision blurred when he saw the high heels, "How do you walk with this kind of heels?"

"Come on," Che Shengzu coaxed, "Try it."

"What are you kidding..."

It's okay to quarrel with Che Shengzu in private, but you still have to give him face in front of outsiders.

"Stop joking..."

Although he muttered to tell Cha Shengzu to stop joking, but when he saw his secretary knelt down on one knee and held the shoes in his hands for him to wear, his face was so red that he didn't know what he looked like .

"It's too shameful to stop playing."

"I can't wait to let everyone in the world know that Nian Chixi is my girlfriend."

Che Shengzu blinked at Song Nianchi again.

"If I can go further, I will wake up laughing from my dreams."

This kind of ambiguous words really can't be taken seriously, even if he knows that the other party is probably thinking this way, Song Nianchi can only treat the remaining two points as a joke with leeway.

'At times like this, I feel like a scumbag...'

But after putting on those high heels with extremely thin heels, the guilt in Song Nianchi's heart disappeared immediately.

"It's like being sentenced to death."

"But it's beautiful."

"I'm good-looking enough, I don't need anything more."

"Beauty knows no bounds."

After Che Shengzu finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and said softly, "Beautiful mermaid princess, please come with me."

"It's not as sharp as a blade."

"I always feel like there's something missing..."

Although Che Shengzu still wanted to continue to put on clothes, but seeing Song Nianchi's sleepy appearance, he could only stop the mood of continuing to purchase, took his credit card and went to the front desk to pay the bill.

As a result, as soon as he went to work the next day, Che Shengzu saw his secretary looking for him with dead eyes.

"President, did you go to our store to spend?"

"I took my girlfriend for a stroll yesterday."

As long as Song Nianchi wasn't present, Che Shengzu would always act as if the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu were not afraid.

"what happened?"

"No, it's the price difference."

Secretary Jin handed over the check to Cha Shengzu.

"Price difference for internal staff."

"Ah, what do I need so much money for?"

Secretary Jin's mouth twitched, and hesitantly said: "Going...to coax your girlfriend?"

"What can you do with so much money?"

Although he looked contemptuous of this small amount of money, Che Shengzu still accepted the check.

It's also good to use as a bookmark for your girlfriend.

The paper is of good quality and special enough that she won't lose it.

When it came time to record the show, Song Nianchi was dragged out of the house by Che Shengzu early in the morning.

First I went to the hairdresser to cut my hair, and then I was dragged away to have a simple hairstyle with a small dress, and finally I did makeup and accessories——

Surrounded by several people, Song Nianchi was almost driven into a psychotic attack.

I kept hearing the make-up artist reluctantly say: "It's ok." Only then did the dead eyes come back to life.

Although I really want to beat up my boyfriend Jun who is just looking for trouble, but I can figure it out with my fingers, after such a big battle, I don't know how much my boyfriend has paid.

Although the TV station has an appearance fee, but in the words of my boyfriend, such a small amount of money can't even eat a good meal.

"There's still something missing..."

I don't know if I am addicted to playing with clothes, but my boyfriend took a last look at Song Nianchi's outfit, and still felt that something was missing.

The big boss at the head looked dissatisfied, and the hair stylist, makeup artist, and image stylist next to him didn't dare to take a breath.

I couldn't think right and left, and finally my boyfriend said reluctantly: "Let's go like this for now."

He hates being imperfect.

Damn, what is missing?

When he walked out of the store holding his girlfriend's hand, two excited voices came from the corner of the hat area.

"Yeah, this hat is super pretty."

"Really..."

correct!

The boyfriend kissed his girlfriend on the cheek hard, and then rushed to the hat area. With a glance, he knew what kind of hat he wanted.

He reached out to pick off the hat he wanted, then turned around and walked back.

Put the hat on Song Nianchi's head, and lightly pressed the brim of the hat with his fingertips——

This is perfect.

"Let's go, Your Royal Highness."

"Don't put gold on your face casually."

After Song Nianchi retorted without understanding at all, he took another step forward.

"...Ah, everyone has talked a lot about their own experience studying abroad. But what about other people's studying abroad? Now, let me invite foreign students who are not mainstream at all, and have millions of followers on Twitter Siriri, the manga artist—”

"Hey, that siriri?"

"Yes, it's that siriri, that legendary cartoonist siriri who doesn't like to show his face at all and doesn't have half a real photo yet but is super popular on the Internet."

"Oh oh oh, it looks like this... Well, then, let's invite our one-day guest for this issue——siriri."

After the three hosts had a brief conversation, the door of the guest channel opened, and then Song Nianchi, who had a scroll in his left hand and a black windbreaker on his right arm, walked in.

The pearl bracelet is wrapped three times around the left wrist, and the pearl necklace on the neck and the pearl earrings on the ears complement each other.

A whole set of pearl jewelry was paired with a champagne-colored dress, but it unexpectedly complemented Song Nianchi's fair complexion.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, Gu Pan shines.

The pure natural beauties who are insulated from plastic surgery make people feel good at first sight.

The beauty smiled generously and said, "Hi everyone, I'm Siriri."

"Oh oh oh, this time it's a really cute girl!"

"It's really a cute girl!"

Quan Xuanmao: "Ah, you bastards, why are you looking at me so suspiciously? Is my credibility so low? Is it so low? I haven't lied to you all that much!"

"Ah, men's friendship is really..." Song Nianchi picked up the chair and moved it to Comrade Zhang Yu'an, the Chinese representative of his country.

"You bastards, hurry up and help," Quan Xuanmao greeted and helped lift up the chair. Song Nianchi held the handle of the chair and shook his head in thanks, "No, this one is really not heavy."

"No, no, it should be." The host shook his head righteously, but at this time Brother Zhang had already stepped in to help.

After being seated, Song Nianchi waited for three seconds before turning to look at the host platform, "Is it time for me to speak?"

"Of course, of course."

The whole host said repeatedly.

"We all want to hear a few more words from the pretty girl."

"Hey, this is troublesome." Song Nianchi said with a wry smile, "I'm not good at talking."

Liu Shimao: "Normal communication is fine."

"Oh okay……"

Song Nianchi nodded, and then asked.

"Can you give me a minute to say something else?"

"Of course, please."

"Yes, actually, when I first received invitations from non-summit guests, I initially declined."

Song Nianchi solemnly played with sentences that only those who are familiar with popular sentences on the Internet would know how to laugh.

"But after watching the last episode of the program, I thought, no, I must come here, otherwise I will definitely not be able to sleep well."

"That's why I'm here."

"Then, I would like to say to the guest of the previous issue, that is, Zhou..."

Song Nianchi took out his scroll, spread it out in his hand and held it in front of him.

Said in Chinese accents.

"I've never seen such brazenness in my life."

On the scroll she wrote the translation of what she said in the six languages ​​of the United Nations, and then asked: "In Korean, it's—"

She repeated what she had just said in Korean.

"The purpose of translating in Korean is to prevent the situation of 'I've been in Korea for two years and I can't even speak Mandarin very well' from happening again. Thank you everyone for giving me this opportunity."

Liu Shimao approached Quan Xuanmao's ear with a smile, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to cut this part?"

"No, keep it."

Then, Song Nianchi put the scroll away.

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