The most elite security guards of the airport had no idea what was going on, so they had to stand in a safe position to evacuate the crowd.
Qin Guan's team was speechless. They narrowed their eyes and raised their eyebrows neatly. Their expressions conveyed their meaning.
Who are you?
F4:...
The agent:...
"Cough, cough, cough. Let's hurry up. They are the fans of some sports stars and related politicians sent by the Chinese government."
"Let me tell you something. That kind of fans are the most fake. They don't really like them. They just want to complete their mission."
"Otherwise, why would they be so orderly?"
The manager's self-comforting words soothed the four young, hurt hearts. As they nodded repeatedly, she didn't forget to glance behind her with the corner of her eyes.
"Sis, Sis, that doesn't seem to be the case. Look behind us. There's a celebrity behind us."
Zhu Xiaotian, who was the most straightforward among them, immediately noticed Pei Yongjun and the others walking in their direction from another exit not far behind them.
“！”
Because of this sentence, the Taiwanese people all slowed down and turned their heads to look at the culprit who caused them to make a mistake.
"That's really annoying. That Korean is pretending to be an elegant young master. He even said something about having a noble aura. I said he's just pretending."
Before the female agent could finish complaining, Pei Yongjun's team, who were initially a little disappointed at the lack of grandeur in their arrival in China, instantly felt their spirits change when they saw the dense crowd in front of them.
If this group of people's walking posture was a 7 when they left the station, then after seeing so many fans, their walking posture immediately became a 1.
The insufferably arrogant and blindly stupid looks on their faces all appeared on the faces of the black-clothed men around Pei Yongjun.
"Don't push! Let us pass!"
Who didn't allow you to pass? It's such a big passage, and the few of you are almost walking in a row.
"Don't take photos. Pei Yongjun has a normal life and work..."
Old man, when you say this, can you turn your high and proud neck back?
The hair on your nose is standing out.
Perhaps they were afraid that their artists would suffer at the hands of this group of fierce-looking, murderous youngsters, some of the staff members standing on the periphery subconsciously pushed the few people who were clinging to the fence out.
They were just looking for trouble.
We're not even rushing forward. Is standing here in the queue an obstacle to you?
"Hey! Bastard! How can you push us? "
A young lad with a bad temper couldn't take it anymore when he saw that his junior sister was also being pushed.
You bully the weak and fear the strong. There are so many men in front of you. Are you trying to take advantage of us?
As a result, the students of the University of Finance and Economics, who had received the signal and were standing on both sides, drew out their weapons one after another when they realized they were being targeted.
The slogans on the wooden boards used for taekwondo practice were quite easy to use.
The flagpole went through the opening of the fence.
"Come on! Where did this bastard come from? Grandson, how dare you challenge me in my territory! "
"It's our group of brainless fans who have spoiled you too much, right? Who the f * ck are your fans? Get out of here! "
"Mou Xiaoliu, put down the luggage cart. This is a bit too much..."
Pei Yongjun had never been welcomed like this before. He had planned to stop the people around him while his fans cried in disappointment.
Then, amidst their screams, he waved the most elegant hand gesture.
If he was in a good mood, he would have taken a photo with them. This is the true embodiment of the Korean trend!
But what is going on now?
Why are there so many bamboo poles and wooden boards waving at them as if they are chasing away flies?
Ah ~ Seumida, it's so scary. I have to protect my fair and smooth face. My nose was still slightly adjusted two days ago.
The men in black realized that they might have stirred up a hornet's nest. These bandits are not their artists' fans at all.
The manager, who had been beaten black and blue, covered his head and pushed the people in front of him.
"Go! It's dangerous! Go, go, go, go! That's too barbaric! "
It was like a gangster film again.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
They were young after all. The boys of F4 were convulsing with laughter not far away.
The female agent didn't think it was a problem at all. She even continued to rub salt into the other side's behavior.
"You deserve it! How dare you come up with a gimmick of the Korean Wave? How many fans of F4 have you stolen? Bah! "
The group of Koreans scrambled out of the tunnel, only to find that the terminal's security guards were standing quietly behind the group of ferocious people, standing two to three meters apart, as if nothing had happened.
A sense of humiliation arose in his heart. The first person to react was the short manager, who tried to save face for his artist.
"Bastard! We are going to protest to your superiors! You are not doing anything! "
"We are foreigners who deserve special protection."
Now you know that we are foreigners? How can you be so shameless as to show off in someone else's territory?
The Korean team's shouts were followed by even more unscrupulous laughter. This time, however, it came from the direction of the Capital University of Finance and Economics.
If they hadn't had to wait for Qin Guan, they would have chased them for five kilometers to show them the passion of the Chinese people.
When a person had a more miserable comparison than himself, the original unhappiness in his heart would be instantly washed away.
At this time, F4, who was in a good mood, was looking at the Korean celebrities who were already in a mess. At this time, the financial groups, who had been quietly attacking the pretentious criminals, suddenly made a deafening noise.
"Welcome back, Qin Guan!"
"Qin Guan! We all love you! "
They were neat and uniform, like a welcome from an elementary school with plastic flowers. Shua shua shua!
Who? Qin Guan?
That name sounds familiar, but I don't have a deep impression of it.
This tunnel, where only the sound could be heard but no one could be seen, once again attracted the attention of both parties.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei walked into the corridor with fake smiles on their faces.
The flag was the symbol of the Qin Guan Fan Club. The slogan was "I love you".
PS: Awesome, Jian Xilai's new book will be on the shelves on the first. Look forward to it.
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