Evening study session.

It was clearly an evening study session, yet the Chinese teacher Dai Yongquan appeared at the front door. He walked into class 8 and began explaining the test paper.

Dai Yongquan seemed much more downcast, like he had been relegated, able only to sneak in teaching during the evening study session.

The esteemed Chinese teacher, defeated by the inferior physical education teacher, was humiliated.

As a result, the tone of Dai Yongquan’s lecture was listless and sickly.

His Chinese textbook was hypnotic to begin with, but now it was even more so. Huang Xingyue, in the corner of the classroom, couldn’t withstand such an assault, her eyelids fluttered, and she finally collapsed onto her desk and fell asleep.

Dai Yongquan noticed and wanted to reprimand her loudly, but the school had instructed that she was a foreign student and it’s best not to meddle too much.

Dai Yongquan felt his pride stoop a few more degrees.

Huang Xingyue’s deskmate is Shang Caiwei, the ultimate wallflower, secretly watching a LOL match on her phone, naturally not disrupting Huang Xingyu.

Thus, Huang Xingyue fell asleep deeply and didn’t wake up even during the break.

"Brother Ma, this game is quite something, isn’t it? It feels quite thrilling." Guo Kunnan approached to watch.

Ma Shicheng controlled the character to shoot: "Strike of Nations, it’s been out for two months, playing it occasionally is quite refreshing."

Cui Yu and the others ran over, urging: "Turn up the sound, it’s not thrilling enough like this!"

Ma Shicheng: "This is a classroom, you know."

Which high school student’s phone isn’t on silent mode?

Cui Yu: "It’s break time, just for a bit!"

Wang Longlong looked outside and said, "Brother Ma, go ahead, I’ll keep watch for you!"

Ma Shicheng: "Alright."

With so many people watching him play, he also felt a bit thrilled, intending to let them hear the sound effects of defeating the enemy.

The next second, Ma Shicheng turned the volume to the max, and explosive "bang bang bang" gunfire erupted from the speaker.

The onlookers hadn’t even had time to marvel before they saw Huang Xingyue, who was sleeping on her desk, suddenly shudder and then, smoothly rolling under the desk, hiding, while shouting:

"Someone is shooting!"

Guo Kunnan and the others were stunned, and Ma Shicheng turned around, dumbfounded, looking at Huang Xingyue in a defensive posture.

Cui Yu: "Wow, they said you’re from Africa, I didn’t believe it before, but now I do."

Huang Xingyue then realized that the gunfire was coming from Ma Shicheng’s phone.

Huang Xingyue’s tense body finally relaxed, yet facing the amazed eyes of everyone, she still felt embarrassed.

She stood up, patted her clothes, and calmly said: "Sorry, I just dreamed of my hometown."

Ma Shicheng: "No problem, no problem, it’s understandable."

Cui Yu: "Did you live in hardship before?"

Huang Xingyue: "Yeah."

To ease the awkwardness, she said: "I suddenly realize that I’m in China now. I’ve observed this country; it’s a nation without gunfire. Security guards at the gate only carry record books, and there are no barbed wires on the school walls, yet I never worry about safety."

"You’re truly outstanding." Huang Xingyue generously praised.

Upon hearing a foreigner praise their homeland, Cui Yu, Guo Kunnan, and Dan Kaiquan couldn’t help but feel secretly proud, their recognition of their lineage growing ever stronger.

Wang Longlong, in his role as the ’quasi-class leader’ of class 8, solemnly responded: "True sense of security begins with the courage to lay down weapons and ends with the warmth of protecting life."

Huang Xingyue: "On behalf of my hometown, I express admiration to you!"

Saying this, she took out a few pieces of chocolate from her pocket: "This is a specialty from our country, thank you for the hospitality your country has shown me!"

Ma Shicheng and the others each received a piece.

Guo Kunnan remembered how bitter the chocolate was and instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing Huang Xingyue’s expectant gaze, how could he bear to let her down?

"You are the most excellent boys I’ve ever met," said Huang Xingyue.

So Ma Shicheng, Cui Yu, Wang Longlong, Dan Kai, and the others all began unwrapping the chocolate.

How bitter was this thing? Their facial features twisted together, and Cui Yu even wanted to spit it out immediately, but the sincerity of this curious princess from the foreign realm was undeniable.

Moreover, beside him, Wang Longlong tightly pinched him, signaling that this was a diplomatic event, and any mistake would be unforgivable!

Cui Yu gritted his teeth and swallowed the chocolate hard.

Huang Xingyue smiled: "To celebrate the friendship between our two countries."

Wang Longlong, with a pained expression, said: "Celebrate! Praise!"

Ma Shicheng could handle bitterness somewhat; after eating the chocolate, he took a sip of water to rinse his mouth, then asked: "Does your country often have gun battles?"

Huang Xingyue: "Yes, the car windows I rode in were once shattered by bullets, and shells exploded just a few meters away from my feet."

Foreigners are quite rare these days, and Dan Kaiquan and the others questioned her about her battlefield experiences, after all, who hasn’t played CF before?

"Have you ever handled guns?"

"Driven a tank?"

"What about armed helicopters?"

One question after another overwhelmed Huang Xingyue.

"Oh right, with frequent wars over there, do many people choose to buy weapons from our place?" Ma Shicheng suddenly asked.

Huang Xingyue: "Now it’s more about state-level cooperation, very few engage in personal purchases, because a rumor circulates there."

Wang Longlong was intrigued: "What rumor?"

Huang Xingyue hesitated for a moment and said: "Someone had agreed with your country’s merchants to buy weapons, but after paying, the other party vanished. They spread the word that there are many scammers in your country."

Dan Kaiquan wasn’t pleased: "How could anyone dare sell! It’s definitely a scam!"

Ma Shicheng and Wang Longlong exchanged glances.

...

During the big break.

Tongtong went out to play badminton with Chen Siyu.

Bai Yuxia sat in Tongtong’s chair, looking for Jiang Ning to inquire about a math problem, bringing along a refreshing little fragrance.