In country T, a train bound for Manchester was just about to leave when a young man walked into the carriage.
Since he had just boarded, many passengers were still crowding the doorway, making the carriage very congested.
However, no one noticed that this young man passed through the crowded crowd quite easily.
This young man was Lin Chen.
According to a ssage on WeChat, the person he was to et was in country T, so after entrusting Xiaowen to Zhao Xiaohua and Tang Bao'er, Lin Chen had boarded a plane alone, leaving China.
Although Lin Chen had only received a clue this ti, that clue brought him hope.
Through the popularity system's interactions, Lin Chen knew the clue was not a baseless rumor and had a very high feasibility.
According to information from the Dragon Group, it was very likely that his father, Lin Hai, was also in country T, so upon arriving in country T, Lin Chen first t with the T Dragon Group team from China.
Lin Chen had never given up searching for his father, but he had never had any leads.
This ti, two clues had appeared simultaneously, and both were in country T. Lin Chen felt the mysterious forces also reaching into this country, and he was sure that this mission to country T would be full of difficulties.
For his father, for Xiaowen, no matter how powerful the enemy or how dangerous the path ahead, he was resolute.
Lin Chen, holding his ticket, quickly found his seat, but at that mont, there was already a girl sitting there.
She was a very pretty young woman, about eighteen or nineteen years old, currently leaning on the table, her shoulder-length hair flowing like a waterfall, paired with the delicate face that was partially visible, stunningly beautiful to the point of breathlessness.
She wore a light blue lace blouse on her upper body and a short skirt just above her knees on the bottom, from which two snow-white, slender legs stretched out, exuding an allure irresistible to n.
At the mont, the corners of the girl's mouth held a faint smile, as if she was dreaming of sothing pleasant.
Lin Chen coughed and gently tapped the girl's smooth shoulder.
The girl lifted her head, her beautiful eyes still slightly confused. Seeing Lin Chen, her face showed so displeasure.
She had attended a friend's party the day before and hadn't slept all night; she had just fallen asleep only to be woken up by soone.
"Is there sothing you need?" the girl asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
Lin Chen gave an awkward smile and pointed at his ticket, "I'm sorry, miss, but this is my seat."
The girl paused, her pretty face showing even more anger, "Didn't you know that on this train you can sit anywhere? It doesn't require assigned seating."
The carriage wasn't full, there were plenty of other empty seats around, and yet this man had to wake her up, which made the girl look at Lin Chen with a bit of disgust.
Lin Chen smiled and said, "Sorry, I'm a foreigner and didn't know it was open seating."
With the help of the popularity system, Lin Chen had quickly beco fluent in T-country's language, and since the people of T-country looked no different from those of China, based on Lin Chen's standard, localized accent of T-country's language, almost no one could tell he was a foreigner.
After hearing Lin Chen's words, the girl paused and asked in confusion, "Are you from the Island Nation or from Korea?"
Lin Chen smiled faintly, "I am from China, just like you are."
Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, the girl was even more stunned and directly said in Chinese, "How did you know I am Chinese?"
Lin Chen pointed at the book spread out on the table, "'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' and it's in classical language. Probably only Chinese people would understand it, right!"
Although it was a case of fellow countryn eting each other, Xia Qingqing felt no cordiality, because she noticed that this fellow's sneaky gaze was stealing glances at her thighs.
This guy was definitely not a good person. Xia Qingqing quickly made up her mind about Lin Chen, then adjusted her skirt and pulled up the collar of her shirt, shifting toward the window seat.
Lin Chen sat in his seat, smiling warmly at Xia Qingqing, "Beauty, you seem to have an impending disaster about to strike. Why not give
your hand, and I'll read your fortune to see if there's any way to avert it."
Xia Qingqing glared at Lin Chen and said irritably, "Save these tricks for Island Nation girls; I've seen this old ploy used to hit on girls countless tis back ho."
Lin Chen sighed helplessly, thinking to himself 'it's actually my first ti using this line.'
With Lin Chen beside her, Xia Qingqing could not fall asleep, wondering what this jerk might do if she drifted off.
She picked up "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and began reading again.
At that mont, Xia Qingqing was reading about Zhao Ziyun, who held Adou in his arms, charging in and out of Cao's camp seven tis...
For so reason, when Lin Chen read that part of history, his mind suddenly flooded with countless fragnts of mory.
A general in silver helt and armor, holding an infant, wielding a long spear amidst a battlefield of flashing swords and blazing fires...
And that general's face gradually beca clear; that person was himself!
"Hey! Why are you staring blankly at ?" Xia Qingqing waved her hand in front of Lin Chen's face, clearly annoyed.
Lin Chen snapped back from his thoughts and smiled, "Which law says I can't look at soone? My eyes are on my face; you don't really have a say in it."
"You! Rascal!" The girl, infuriated by Lin Chen, simply blocked her view with the book, pretending not to see.
However, Lin Chen didn't care and continued to scrutinize the beauty before him.
"Tsk tsk, such slender and long hands, so pretty. Hmm, the only flaw is that your chest is a bit small, it would be perfect if it was bigger." Lin Chen not only looked but also muttered a critique to himself.
Xia Qingqing couldn't stand it anymore, she slapped the book down on the table, stood up abruptly, and prepared to change seats.
Just then, a woman's crying suddenly filled the train carriage.
"My wallet, my wallet is gone! Which bastard stole my wallet? That's the money for my child's dical treatnt!"
Everyone in the carriage poked their heads out to look at the woman bawling loudly.
The woman, dressed in traditional clothes of the Island Nation, sat on the ground, crying a river, hugely upset.
A kind-hearted person asked, "Did you perhaps put it sowhere? Take a good look around."
"No, it was a red wallet, and I clearly placed it in a concealed pocket. It was still there when the train stopped at the last station, but suddenly it's gone, and the zipper was open," the woman sobbed out loud.
"It's the money for my child's dical treatnt, please, whoever stole it, return it to !" the woman sat helplessly on the ground, pleading desperately.
Most people in the carriage were just onlookers, yet no one stepped forward.
A touch of sympathy flashed in Xia Qingqing's eyes, and she suddenly stood up, intending to go help the woman up.
However, Lin Chen stretched out his leg, blocking her path, "Beauty, ddling in others' matters isn't a good habit, careful not to invite trouble."
"What are you saying? She's crying like that and you still lack any compassion, you're just a typical petty bourgeois," Xia Qingqing said furiously, her face full of dissatisfaction.
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