Chapter 1273: Chapter 1: Blue and Black (Thanks to the big boss bbfly for the reward as an alliance leader!)
“C…C?”
Lin Xian widened his eyes, looking at the girl in front of him who seed unbelievably familiar.
Exactly the sa.
The hair color, pupils, even the curls of the hair and the position of the tear mole were exactly the sa!
Plus, this was CC’s hotown Brooklyn, Lin Xian almost without thinking, blurted out the na CC.
He was montarily a bit bewildered.
Originally, this trip to 1952 to find the Millennium Stakes should have been a very difficult, if not impossible task.
He had intended to start the investigation from Einstein’s side, after all… Albert Einstein was a super celebrity in this era, and finding him would be much easier than searching for the totally clueless Millennium Stakes.
But he didn’t expect it.
The Millennium Stakes of 1952 was accurately guarding the space-ti rift’s crossing point.
Is this…
[A necessity?]
The space-ti rift was ford by the staking of the Millennium Stakes, so thinking in reverse, could the Millennium Stakes itself have a positioning function for the space-ti rift?
“Huh?”
The girl was quite surprised to hear the na CC.
She jumped off the railing by the roadside and looked at Lin Xian, speaking in very standard Arican English:
“How do you know my na? Do you know ?”
Now it was Lin Xian’s turn to be stunned.
He had shouted it out without thinking, a subconscious outburst.
He knew he had called the wrong na the mont it ca out of his mouth, this girl couldn’t be An Qing, nor could she be CC.
The reason was…
That extrely fluent Arican accent.
Lin Xian had heard Chu Anqing speak English, and it had to be said, Chu Anqing, who wasn’t particularly good academically, spoke English with the typical rising and falling tone of a Chinese accent.
Not to ntion, if the other person was An Qing or CC, they would definitely communicate with him in Chinese.
Since the warning for stealing the newspaper was given in English, it was enough to show… the other party didn’t know him, couldn’t be Chu Anqing or CC, but was a native of this ti, the first generation Millennium Stakes.
This also made sense.
After all, this was 1952, a ti that Chu Anqing and CC shouldn’t have appeared in.
But the problem is —
[Seeing the girl’s reaction, her na really is CC!]
What was going on?
At that mont, Lin Xian also couldn’t understand who she really was.
“You’re really called CC?”
Lin Xian frowned, looking at the extrely familiar yet utterly strange girl before him.
“Yes.”
The girl’s beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity:
“And this na hasn’t been called in a long, long ti… My grandma jokingly gave it to when I was little.”
“Because the initials of my na and surna are both C, and both words are very long, with so many kids in the family, Grandma jokingly said to just call CC from then on for convenience… So it stuck.”
“But… how did you know? Only my family would call that.”
Just as Lin Xian was about to say sothing.
The little black boy, having finished getting his change, turned around, glaring at the newspaper in Lin Xian’s hand:
“Sir! Please pay for the newspaper!”
Tsk.
Lin Xian clicked his tongue.
Oh, it’s all this girl also nad CC’s fault.
If she hadn’t interrupted, exposing his cri of stealing the newspaper, he would have slipped away quietly with his nimble hands, successfully pulling off the perfect theft.
Who would’ve thought.
The theft skill that was unfailingly successful in dreams got exposed by a “friendly” in reality, truly frustrating.
Lin Xian looked at the little black boy, speaking in English:
“I was just taking a look, not interested, I’ll give it back to you.”
Saying this, he handed back the “Brooklyn Daily” in his hand.
However.
The little black boy stepped back, crossed his arms behind his back, and didn’t take it at all:
“Sir! There is no such thing as returning a newspaper once you’ve looked at it; you must pay for it!”
Lin Xian frowned:
“Isn’t this forced buying and selling? Don’t you have any sense of reason?”
“This is the [Brooklyn rule]!”
The little black boy shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Hey everyone! Sobody’s stealing! Soone stole a newspaper without paying!”
With a loud shout.
The black folk idling on the street corner, waiting for work, or just wandering around stood up, surrounding him from all directions.
Not good…
Lin Xian pursed his lips.
The historical knowledge he had learned told him that in the 1950s Mi Country Brooklyn, gangs were rampant.
These gangs mostly ford based on race and region; the main ones were the Irish Gang, the Italian Gang, and so more violent and chaotic black gangs.
These people were from the bottom rungs of Mi Country’s society, unreasonable.
Lin Xian turned to look at CC:
“See, it’s your fault for speaking up, now we’re in trouble.”
CC crossed her arms, scoffing lightly:
“You think stealing is justified? It’s your fault, just pay up honestly.”
“But I don’t have any money…”
Lin Xian patted his pants pocket, hoping for a miracle.
But unfortunately discovered…
The otter suit he was wearing didn’t even have pockets sewn in, let alone money inside.
Lin Xian looked at CC:
“How about lending a few cents first? I don’t want to cause trouble here, and I’ll definitely pay you back tenfold later.”
“I don’t have money either.”
CC spread her hands with a bitter smile:
“If I even had money for food, who would be sitting here in broad daylight?”
The black folks were already slowly closing in, rubbing their fists.
Lin Xian looked at the dangerous situation:
“According to the [Brooklyn rule], what will happen to ? Will I get beaten to death?”
“Probably beaten half to death.” CC said.
“So what should we do?”
Lin Xian turned his head:
“Is there a [Brooklyn-style solution]?”
Heh—
CC was amused by Lin Xian’s words, grabbing his arm:
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