In the terminal of Capital International Airport, a director of the Ministry of Education was giving a "report": "Students, you have become honored students who have been sent to the United States and are about to set foot on the other side of the ocean..."

Jing Jian stood at the end of this group of more than 20 international students, Wuxin said nonsense. Air tickets, passports and admission certificates have been distributed, and the precautions for studying abroad and the route map for transfer have long been stuffed into his pockets. Looking around, doing nothing, just waiting for the end of this "report".

"Sorry, sir, where is the airport post office? I want to put a commemorative stamp." Suddenly, a middle-aged foreigner came to ask for directions in English.

It turned out to be a philatelic enthusiast. Jing Jian gave him a guide: "Please walk there, go down the stairs, and see..." Pointing to the road, Jing Jian suddenly had an idea, "I have more time, so I'll send you there!"

"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome!"

He greeted a male classmate wearing glasses beside him, and Jing Jian sent the foreigner to the post office. He smoked a cigarette and breathed in. He felt that the "report" should have ended, so he slowly returned to his original position.

Sure enough, I had already started queuing up for the plane. Unexpectedly, the male classmate was still waiting for him enthusiastically: "Classmate, your English is very good? Let's get to know me. I am from Huaqing, named Wang Chengwen, and I was in the fourth grade before. I know you are from Huaqing and went to the University of California in Los Angeles. How about we make friends?"

"Oh, lucky to know." Jing Jian didn't agree, nor did he agree. It was just a plane, and he couldn't even get along with each other. Even if it was a university in the future, there would never be too many interactions. Besides, it was still from the broken garden? There were so many acne on his face? He didn't like it.

And Wang Chengwen didn't feel Jing Jian's coldness at all: "Then let's go and queue up quickly. Let's tell you that our Huaqing region has preferential treatment in the United States, and we can reduce the credits for basic courses based on the Huaqing grades. Other universities do not have that kind of good thing. They have to start from scratch, so how much time is it waste?"

Jing Jian followed Wang Chengwen and curled his lips boredly. What's so glorious about this? He can still show off? It's nothing more than Huaqing was established with part of the Boxer Indemnity refunded by the United States. The first one was to study in the United States. That was the national humiliation! Even if it was a little cheaper now, Na shouldn't be happy in public, right?

Wang Chengwen seemed to be a chatterbox: "We are lucky this time. Air China has no flights. We took American Airlines planes. I heard that they are foreign waiters. Hehe, that's foreigners serving us Chinese..."

"Hmm..." Jing Jian's eyes lit up and he immediately showed a warm smile, "Student Wang Chengwen, you line up first, I have a stomachache, leave for a while."

"Hey, then I'll help you take care of your luggage. Hey? Why are you just a backpack? Where are your luggage?"

"Haha, that's it. You don't have to worry about it. Get the boarding pass first." Jing Jian thought secretly, as long as he has money, what can't be bought in the United States? If he hadn't had to pay attention to the politeness in public, he would still fly with a plane ticket and a slipper vest.

"Then why should we sit together? Can we still talk on the way?"

"I will look for you. You can queue up first! Line up first!"

“…”

After finally getting rid of this acne talker, Jing Jian hid in the toilet, watching the long boarding queue get shorter and shorter. When all his group of international students entered the waiting hall, Jing Jian whistled and slowly walked to the boarding gate. He took his ticket to the service desk. Jing Jian asked in English: "I'm sorry, Miss, can you upgrade the cabin?"

Since all public dispatches abroad have regulations, they can only take airlines such as Air China, and they are not allowed to take foreign airlines unless there are no flights. And this time, they are lucky. Since they are taking American Airlines, why should they squeeze into economy class and "end up"?

Unexpectedly, the Chinese waiter at the American Airlines service desk was stunned and asked in Chinese: "Classmate, aren't you studying abroad?" The words mean, how can poor students understand upgrading? How can they have money to upgrade?

Jing Jian was very unhappy. American Airlines' service attitude was a mess: "So, American Airlines has no rules for upgrading cabins?" He still used English and his tone was a bit heavy.

A foreign stewardess at the service desk noticed the situation here, hurried over and smiled, "I'm sorry, sir, can you help me?"

Jing Jian repeated very simply: "Upgrade! First class!"

“Happy to serve you.”

"Cash checks are collected? Bank of America."

"No problem. Please wait patiently for a few minutes and I will handle it for you. My name is Daisy, who serves first class. I will hand over your luggage to me later and I will take you to board the plane."

Looking at the tall Latino beauty, Jing Jian smiled. That's right. If you don't admire rich people, then what about the United States?

In the envious eyes of the Chinese waiter, Jing Jian signed his name on a cash check with a large denomination. He found that more than 100 dollars was added, so he gave it to Daisy, smiling and blinking: "The extra one is your tip."

The professional smile of Daisy immediately turned into a real smile, her eyes flirted, and she quickly checked in for Jing Jian and took the big backpack: "Thank you very much, sir, please come with me."

...

In the ordinary waiting hall, Wang Chengwen and a group of passengers were lying in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the take-off and landing of the planes and taxiing, and couldn't help but exclaim. Wang Chengwen looked around and was a little surprised and did not find Jing Jian, but soon, he was attracted by an aircraft taxiing on the runway...

Sitting in the dedicated first-class waiting hall, drinking coffee, and chatting happily with another Western old man in first-class cabin. The old man took out a cigar and the two of them were flying in the clouds. When they were happy, they made a burst of knowing laughter. Not far away, a sweet stewardess stood beside him...

Finally, the radio rang, and a long queue was lined up in the ordinary hall. Two foreign stewardesses were found. Many people wanted to watch but didn't dare to watch them, so they evaded. Wang Chengwen spoke to the person behind him: "Classmate, my name is Wang Chengwen, from Huaqing."

"Gu Jiahui, Renmin University." The male classmate was a little restrained.

"How are you in English?"

"It's okay!"

In the first class cabin, two stewardesses had already arrived, carrying luggage for Jing Jian and the old man and escorting into the first class cabin passage.

"Bramble, it's a great time to chat with you. If you go to New York, you can come to me. But don't go to where I work, it's not a good idea to go there. And... smoking is harmful to health! Haha."

"Billy, I don't like the hospital very much, especially with bad old men like you. If the nurses inside are like these stewardesses, that would be tolerant."

"Don't worry, they'll hold the syringe."
Chapter completed!