The Beijing University performance hall. An awards ceremony was underway.
Between An Ning and the foreign guest presenter was a small trophy.
The guest used two hands, An Ning used one, yet the trophy didn't move an inch, as if it were stuck in place.
The foreign guest glared at An Ning, his lips slightly parted as he said, "I'll remember you."
"As you should. I'm so tall, I'm easy to spot in a crowd."
Anyone who understood Japanese could tell that An Ning's words were a roundabout insult.
The translator at the side felt every nerve in his face wanting to twitch with laughter, but he suppressed it with immense willpower. 'Can't laugh. I'm a professional. Absolutely cannot laugh.'
'Dammit, what do I do? I don't think I can hold it in!'
"So this is the Huaxian way of treating guests?"
"Visitors are guests, so of course we entertain them. It's just a matter of returning a courtesy. Don't think too much about it; you might stunt your growth."
