Subtitle of this chapter: The old ones cannot be gone, and the new ones must come.

Yuan Yanshu said with a little guilty look: "So it is too slow for me to obtain a degree step by step. I hope you can understand..."

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

Our Master Yuan looked at it and felt happy. It turned out that his voice had been raised and those classmates heard it too. Look, what a good comrade... Well, gentleman, all of them were moved by his patriotic enthusiasm and burst into tears.

He looked around with a "confused look" on his face, and after a while he "reacted". Yuan Yan stood up again, bowing to the students who were applauding more enthusiastically than before, with a more excited expression than before.

When the applause became weaker, Vice President Conant stood up and patted Yuan Yanshu on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Yuan, I am looking forward to your doctoral thesis. Don't forget to give me one at that time."

Master Yuan showed a reserved smile on his face and said politely: "This is my honor..."

"Ah Yeh!"

Yuan Yan, who was standing on the dock and looking at the cruise ship away, was blown by the sea breeze and couldn't help but sneeze. When he took out the handkerchief, he brought out a small note written in beautiful handwriting.

He came to the dock to see him off for ms. Tang. Is the business unsuccessful? But Ms. Tang Baokun could not help but leave him a mailing address.

Our Master Yuan wiped his nose with a handkerchief, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. He suddenly loosened his hands and let the note fly to the Atlantic Ocean with the bitter sea breeze.

A man breaks his mind when he is done, and he is a hero who is dragging his feet.

He turned around and saw the Chinese students who came to see off together disperse in groups of three or three. After all, they were the daughters of the former prime minister. Whether they were familiar with each other or not, they always had to come over to make a familiar face.

Yuan Yan suddenly walked over with a big strode, greeted the acquaintance with a smile on his face and said, "Xiangzi, Xiao Yang and... Xiao Lu, are you leaving too?"

Xiao Yang, who looks very much like a fried bun, replied sarcastically: "Ala no go, I will leave everyone to blow wind." (Translation: Let's not leave, stay here to blow wind.)

Our Master Yuan laughed and said without any attention: "Xiao Yang, you still speak so much because of the bragging of this."

He bowed to the three of them and said, "Brothers offended me a few days ago, so please forgive me, three brothers."

President Yuan patted his chest and said, "I won't say much nonsense. Today's lunch is mine. I will listen to you eight or sixteen circles."

After saying this, the faces of the three card players finally loosened. Are they a playboy? How could they be so cunning?

Camel Xiangzi ran up and put his hand on Yuan Yanshu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'll just say that President Yuan doesn't have so many tricks, and he won't forget our brothers when he beats him up."

The Liufingered Phoenix Magic rolled his eyes, touched his nose and snorted gently, but finally did not say no to refuse.

“Very-good, what are you eating today?”

"What else is there to say, steak."

"You don't feel tired of being steak all the time. If you want to eat it, you can eat it in the middle of the meal."

President Yuan always felt uncomfortable this morning. Not only did he feel sore and his back hurt, but his feet were a little weak. After a little cold, his nose was not smooth. It seemed that Wujiapi was not strong enough. So he walked to Xiao Yang Shengjian without any trace, lowered his voice and asked in Shanghai, "Xiao Yang, I know that you can buy it from each of Ali (translation: do you know where to buy it here)...Do you Liuwei Dihuang Pills?"

Since our Master Yuan went to Professor Chandler's class, "I've been soaring into the sky for three years without slapping, and I've been soaring for three years without slapping." Now, our relationship with his American classmates has gradually become warmer.

The so-called interpersonal relationship actually depends on mentality. You can make friends with good mentality, whether it is a Chinese or a wrong person.

When Yuan Yanshu was studying at Hujiang University in Shanghai, he saw the arrogant foreign soldiers stationed in China in the concession and the powerful warships rushing on the Huangpu River. It is difficult to feel the complex emotions of the Chinese during the Republic of China when facing Westerners.

Some people, such as Yuan Yanshu's father, were really unable to turn around, and knew that they were powerless, so they had to pretend to turn a blind eye. They pierced their heads deep into the sand pile of "old paper piles".

Of course this is the practice of old-fashioned characters. New-fashioned characters can't catch up with the next life of being a foreigner, and now there is no plastic surgery technology to replace Zhang Baipi, so they do their best to be a banana person in their lifetime.

The more troublesome one is people like Yuan Yanshu. They are not willing to deceive themselves, but they also have a little national self-esteem. They want to integrate into Western society, but they also know in their hearts that foreigners look down on themselves. They don’t want to be an “inferior nation”, but they don’t have this confidence. So they are at a loss and lose their power. In the end, Citigroup, thousands of miles away, can only join forces with their compatriots to keep warm.

In fact, the above mentality still exists in the hearts of many Chinese people decades later.

The new version of Yuan Yanshu is an authentic post-90s generation. Most of their generation are not like their ancestors and fathers, and have never lived a hard life at all. They are not like the post-70s and post-80s generations, and have no specific impression of the pain of social transformation. Instead, they are watching the enemy go wild day by day in their teenagers who have established their three views, so bad that they can only wait for the beard to come on stage. At the same time, they see us getting better day by day, so good that the stars and seas seem to be able to be regarded as an achievable ideal. Although in the eyes of some people, they are brainwashed rabbit little pinks, they are really not a new generation of Chinese who have carried heavy history.

So when facing foreigners, he could at least look straight ahead without being humble or arrogant. In addition, he was a time traveler who was quite familiar with history, and he was born with the superiority of a downstream of history. When he communicated with foreigners, he was not angry at all, and was very relaxed, and those jokes from later generations were one after another.

Well, those jokes finally don't require the Master Ball system to unlock permissions.

What's amazing is that such Chinese people have aroused the curiosity and affection of his classmates who are still from the elite. This is like a Chinese college student who met an African student who had never heard of the name of a country. Not only did he speak fluent Chinese and called brothers, but he could also learn and use Chinese pop culture... This is probably the feeling.
Chapter completed!