Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 343 Someone actually takes the credit (page 12)

"Hey man, what's up?'"

Gu Weijun, as the translator of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, first stood up and asked.

Seeing the bus full of Chinese people, the American athlete was also confused. He quickly waved and introduced himself: "Oh, sorry, my name is Cohen, Glenn Cohen."

Cohen pointed to the road outside and explained: "My teammates just took the bus to the stadium, and I was late and couldn't catch up, so..."

Gu Weijun made an OK gesture to Cohen and then reported to the team leader.

At this time, Zhuang Zedong stood up and communicated with Cohen several times. Gu Weijun continued to translate, "He is an American table tennis player and wants to take our car to the sports venue."

The team leader nodded, "Let's start!"

Zhuang Zedong is worthy of winning many world championships. Under Gu Weijun's translation, he and Cohen were chatting and laughing all the way.

When he got off the bus, he also gave Cohen a piece of Hangzhou brocade depicting Huangshan scenery as a souvenir.

This scene was captured by reporters from various countries, and it immediately made the front pages of major newspapers the next day.

I really couldn't get on the first day. The two things that happened in Little Japan were really too big.

Taking this as an opportunity, when the Chinese table tennis delegation returned to China on April 4, the American table tennis delegation was also invited to come to China.

When you come to China, why don’t you treat us well?

We are a country of etiquette!

So after Leader Zhou cordially received these athletes, he arranged some entertainment activities for them.

But it can’t just be a friendly table tennis match. It’s too hard for our own table tennis players. It’s too hard for the other party to win beautifully.

Let’s take them on a trip to our capital. Just like that, Gu Weijun was pulled out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs again.

"What? Be a tour guide? I'm too inexperienced. Leader, please replace me with someone else!" Gu Weijun decisively refused. I have so many things to do. What are you doing with a bunch of American hicks? No oil or water can be squeezed out.

"You have experience. You accompany foreign female friends to visit our capital every year. What do foreigners like to eat? What do they like to play? You are a pretty girl." A certain leader looked at Gu Weijun with meaningful eyes, especially when the two women The pronunciation of the characters is increased

Gu Weijun's eyes widened. Is it interesting for a freshman leader like you to say this? Then he decisively took over this arduous task, not forgetting to flatter him, "Leader, you really know how to make good use of people!"

The leader smiled slightly, patted Gu Weijun's shoulder affectionately, and gave him a step down: "You are a tall man who has also trained as a scout and served as a security section chief. You can not only put pressure on Americans' height and physique, but also put pressure on Americans. It can also protect this group of foreigners from any additional danger, so don’t waste it.”

Well, if it hadn't been for the leader's reminder, Gu Weijun himself would have forgotten that he was also a security section chief, and his scout skills were almost rusty.

Of course, not only Gu Weijun was accompanying him, but also the leading comrades of the National Sports Commission and our table tennis players: Zhuang Zedong, Li Furong, Zhang Xielin, Lin Huiqing, Zheng Minzhi and a large number of world champions.

After leading the team, Gu Weijun discovered that this American was indeed used to being free and loose.

I am also curious about this, and I am also curious about that. From time to time, I want to leave the team and go to some nook and corner to touch a pillar, pull a brick or something.

Gu Weijun could only complain secretly in his heart: How could this be a tour guide? He was obviously a nanny.

After taking them to visit the Forbidden City, Temple of Heaven and the Great Wall, these American table tennis players were all shocked.

Oh my God! Is there such a large palace complex in the world?

Oh my God! Such a tall and spectacular building does not use a single nail?

Oh my God! There are actually city walls stretching tens of thousands of miles in the world?

Oh my god

All in all, there was constant praise.

According to the instructions, Tsinghua University was also added to the tourist destination.

Why bring them to Tsinghua University?

Let’s start with the introduction of the predecessor of Tsinghua University

During the introduction, Gu Weijun felt very unhappy when he saw these Americans acting as if they were proud of themselves.

"Gu, this is the university where you study? The scenery is so beautiful!" But Cohen, a second-year middle school boy, has always been familiar with Gu Weijun.

In addition to Gu Weijun speaking fluent English, it was also because Cohen discovered Gu Weijun practicing martial arts during a morning exercise. He had learned boxing before, and he wanted to make a few gestures out of curiosity or impulsiveness.

I want to save the face of losing in friendly table tennis matches.

Of course Gu Weijun vetoed it outright. It’s already tiring for me to take you as a tour group, so why don’t you let me play with you? impossible!

As a result, many foreigners gathered around him the next day, all eager to compare.

Gu Weijun continued to refuse.

On the third day, with the approval of the leaders above, you can make gestures until you click.

Who the hell reports this kind of thing to the superiors? I asked about it, okay, National Sports Commission.

Then come and play like a kid.

In the Diaoyutai Hotel, we found a hall as the venue, laid out thick mats, and borrowed two pairs of boxing gloves from the sports school. The coach of the sports school acted as the referee.

Both sides put on their gloves and bumped fists. Cohen, who was already eager to try, took the initiative to attack, swinging his fist straight towards Gu Weijun's chin.

Gu Weijun turned slightly sideways and kicked his right foot from bottom to top. It stopped at Cohen's chin for an instant. Cohen was stunned. Gu Weijun patiently explained: "This is called the heart kick. It can kick from the lower body to the chest. Everywhere in the throat.”

In the next few rounds, Gu Weijun fully demonstrated several traditional Chinese leg kicks: shoulder hanging, stacking, hooking, etc.

Then it aroused dissatisfaction among American friends. We are comparing boxing skills, how can we only use our feet?

Okay, let's use fists instead!

After Cohen ended with lingering fears, he was replaced by Dick Myers.

After the two sides stood still, as soon as the referee called start, Gu Weijun came to Miles in an instant and flashed his fist in front of his eyes.

Miles didn't even react.

Not convinced?

OK, come again!

After standing still again, Gu Weijun signaled Miles to attack first. Miles had just made a tentative left straight punch, and Gu Weijun stepped sideways. Before Miles could retract his arm, Gu Weijun grabbed his arm with both hands. With a slight twist, Miles couldn't help but move. kneel.

Gu Weijun stopped when he felt good. After gently letting go of his arms, he moved his feet again. Miles fell back involuntarily. Gu Weijun gently supported the back of his head, straightened him up, and returned to the starting station with a smile. Bit.

"Oh, my God!" All the Americans were excited, "Kung Fu, Chinese Kung Fu!"

"It's really incredible!"

After Gu Weijun took off his gloves, Cohen immediately came over, "Gu, have you heard of Bruce Lee?"

"Ah! Ta!" Cohen screamed strangely and made several gestures with his hands.

Gu Weijun guessed that he was talking about Bruce Lee, but I shouldn't have heard it at this time.