The gap between them was huge. It was the best choice for Qin Guan. He resisted the cold wind. The white hemp rope on his hoodie was fluttering in the wind.
Even the black iron fence could not stop Qin Guan's desire to survive. As soon as the two of them separated, the people behind them split into two groups.
"Come on, Qin Guan!"
"Run, Qin Guan!"
The students didn't know what was going on, but they were all cheering for the man of the moment.
When the team behind them heard the cheers of the people around them, they hesitated to give chase.
Heh, this is an influential figure. If I catch up to him and do something about it, will I be the one suffering a loss instead?
Once people became smarter, they would think more. As they thought about it, they slowed down. In the blink of an eye, the people in front of them ran even faster.
By the time Qin Guan ran out of the campus, his teammates were gasping for breath with their hands on their knees.
This brat was too freaking good at running. His long legs were like a mechanical pendulum. With a series of backpedals, he really emitted a small cloud of smoke and threw everyone one kilometer away.
The crowd, who had been holding back their anger, was infuriated at the thought of not being able to stop him. What else could they do now? They could only watch the game.
As the saying goes, extreme joy turns to sorrow. Sometimes, even drinking cold water can get stuck between one's teeth. Using his familiarity with Columbia University and the cover of his classmates, John successfully got rid of the group on the right. He changed his clothes and swaggered toward the football field.
No matter how badly his team played in this game, wasn't there still his girlfriend's cheerleading team over there? At the same time, he had to show off his achievements to everyone, right?
What was so fun about a night walk?
There was no one in the Ivy League University who was easy to deal with. If John had changed his clothes to disguise himself, all the secret agent organizations would have to go and crash their heads against the wall.
"Hey! It's the guy in charge of the organization and propaganda. He was the one who tricked us! "
"The main culprit is over there! Catch him!"
Whoosh. A group of people rushed toward John's direction. We don't dare to mess with famous people, but you look like a wretch. Where are you going to run to?
Qin Guan had misled me!
Hardedef laughed bitterly in his heart and ran towards the spectator stands.
That side was their own base camp. They could crush it with their advantage in numbers …
The match in the arena was filled with all kinds of beatings, and the audience outside the arena was also in chaos.
The commentator outside the arena announced the score excitedly, ending the friendliest and most harmonious match between the two schools in history.
There was no doubt that Columbia had lost, but Qin Guan was the biggest winner. He had finally returned to the embrace of his classmates.
Joseph smiled at him with a swollen face. Suddenly, he noticed that the leading scorer of Harvard was waving at Qin Guan in silence.
They looked at each other and waited until most of the spectators had left. Joseph, who was sweating profusely, warned the Asian boy, "Don't be afraid. Call me if anything happens."
"My friend. The point is, we are both Chinese." Qin Guan patted Joseph on the shoulder with a bitter smile. Joseph put down his hostility, shrugged his shoulders, put his jersey on his shoulders, and staggered out of the stadium.
Qin Guan turned around and waited for his next words.
"It's rare for me to come to New York. I'd like to meet He Minglan and Lan Jin and see their club."
"Okay. Let's meet them."
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei didn't think too much about it. They saw a group of luxury cars at the school gate. Even Qin Guan was reluctant to buy a car, so they had to modify it.
For example, Lan Jin's Volvo, which was the first car he had bought, had to be repaired for at least two months. Is this the low-key luxury that people often talk about?
What a bunch of losers!
Lan Jin didn't mind the fact that he was sweaty. He didn't care about the effect it would have on the leather sofa in his luxury car. They arrived at the club in the middle of the roar.
...
New York Harbor was not only a paradise for cargo tankers, but also a private pier with its own unique charm.
Under He Ming's lead, they changed from playing with cars to playing with boats. The few of them weren't too extravagant. They just jointly bought a medium-sized boat and used it as a gathering center on the water.
The people they met this time were originally the five-man team from China, so naturally, there was no need to be so hypocritical and polite.
What was supposed to be a black city color was washed clean in the heart of New York Harbor. There were not so many tall buildings blocking the view, so it was naturally much more spacious and open.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei stepped on the wooden floor of the pier and arrived at a private yacht berth.
In fact, in the United States, yacht consumers were naturally not poor, but the backbone of the buyers was not necessarily the rich. About four to five percent of American families owned their own yachts.
Because it was so convenient. In the United States, yachts didn't even need a driver's license to sail and swim freely.
The sunset didn't darken the pier. On the contrary, beautiful street lights and lighting facilities were lit up.
Some of the giant yachts were even decorated with colorful lights. They were like fairies in the dark, brightly illuminating the sea at night.
He Ming bought the most common medium-sized tanker. (40 feet is 12 meters and under is a small tanker, 40 to 60 feet 12 to 18 meters is a medium tanker, 60 to 80 feet 18 to 24 meters is a large tanker.)
There was enough space for five people to stand on it. In addition to a special request from the buyer, the area of the deck was expanded to an especially large size.
There was also a rather cool towing truck parked next to this small dock. This kind of vehicle was specially designed to tow small oil tankers. It was quite common on the continent with more inland lakes.
Before stepping on the tanker, Qin Guan pointed in the direction of the military camouflage vehicle.
"Lan Jin must have bought it..."
Huang Maolanjin was excited. "How did you know? Are you my supporter too? "
"Yes, you are the only one who would do such a stupid thing..."
Those cars were for families living by the river or by the sea. Their yachts might be in their backyard, but in New York, where the yachts were always anchored in the water, the car was just a decoration.
The hair on Lan Jin's head drooped. He had suffered another blow. It was his favorite Qin Guan. Qin Guan's voice rang out again.
"Don't tell me Lan Jin bought this too?"
Everyone looked at the small, tuna-shaped yacht on the right side of the yacht.
"Yes..."
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