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"President, I truly appreciate your efforts. It's unfortunate that you had to apologize on my behalf. Honestly, I didn't handle things well this time; I should have been more composed."
As Yang Xiaoyou finished gathering information and was about to return to her seat, she heard Li Zheng, who had somehow taken over her spot, still sporting a swollen face and slurred speech. She was momentarily stunned.
His 'deeply affectionate' and 'considerate' words left Yang Xiaoyou utterly speechless, even Liang Wuxuan, who wore a smile on his face, looked at him with an expression of disbelief.
The overwhelming confidence radiating from Li Zheng was astonishingly powerful, leaving everyone at a loss for words.
Seeing him struggle to speak clearly while pretending to be heartfelt and 'talking to himself,' he even attempted to reach out for Liang Wuxuan's hand.
Yang Xiaoyou immediately felt a surge of protectiveness. "That's mine," she thought, and without hesitation, she delivered a swift chop to his neck, knocking him out cold. She then tossed him aside and addressed his two bewildered fans, "This fellow has fainted due to his injuries; please take care of him."
The sight of Li Zheng sprawled on the ground elicited angry glares from the male and female fans who seemed to blame Yang Xiaoyou for abandoning an injured person.
Yang Xiaoyou ignored their looks; this damn three-dimensional delusion was too much to handle.
With the increased force she had used, Yang Xiaoyou was certain that he would suffer from a permanent crick in his neck. Consider it a fitting punishment for his obnoxiousness.
"You're quite popular, aren't you?" After sitting down and covering their knees with a blanket, Yang Xiaoyou began to stroke Beside's smooth thigh while teasingly speaking.
In the past, Liang Wuxuan would have playfully responded in kind. However, after witnessing Li Zheng's antics, even the Demoness found it hard to cope with the absurdity. "Why not just get rid of him? Knocking him out is only going to lead to more annoyance."
Given the Demoness's nature, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't quite tell if she was serious or joking—or perhaps a bit of both.
As they settled into the warmth beside the Demoness, the plane landed late at night at Keflavik Airport, located west of Reykjavik. This was the gateway to Iceland, with most internal flights operated by Nordic Airlines.
In January, Iceland experiences an average of only four hours of daylight, mostly in the evening. However, according to the local time zone, it was already getting late enough to consider heading to bed.
Although Iceland's name suggests ice, it is not as cold as one might imagine. The average temperature in January is around 1 degree Celsius, comparable to the typical winter temperatures in northern China, and even milder than some areas in Heilongjiang.
"The air here is so nice! I heard that in July, the temperature is only about ten degrees. I didn't expect it to be not too cold now. Good thing I brought a few thick coats. I also heard there are many hot springs here that can help with skin whitening," said a somewhat dazed girl following closely behind Zhang Liang. After getting off the plane, she took a deep breath with a look of bliss on her face and began chattering away. It seemed she had done some research on travel tips beforehand.
This made Zhang Liang, who appeared rather aloof, show a hint of affectionate indulgence as he patted her head.
"Hmph. We're here as exchange students representing our school; how can you think about playing right away?" Beside them, Li Zheng, who was still nursing a stiff neck and swollen face from the flight, put on a stern expression.
He was irritated by Zhang Liang and decided to take it out on Huang Yue as well.
Huang Yue, whose personality was already timid, shrank back behind Zhang Liang after being scolded for her cheerful remarks upon landing. She clutched his shirt with a frightened look and fell silent.
Zhang Liang's good mood quickly soured into anger as he prepared to confront the clueless fellow. Just then, three men in suits approached them.
Although they were Westerners, they did not appear as robust or rough as typical Westerners. Aside from their skin tone and eye color, they had softer features reminiscent of East Asians. These were the locals who made up over 90% of Iceland's population.
"Are you friends from Yuying Middle School? I am Gudmundsson from the Academic Affairs Office at Reykjavik University. I have come to welcome our friends from the East," said a man in his thirties with blue eyes, speaking fluent English to Yang Xiaoyou and the others. His arrival effectively halted Zhang Liang's impending actions.
After being reprimanded by Qian Kai earlier, although he still huffed in defiance at that moment, he realized that he could not tarnish their homeland's reputation while abroad.
The official language of Iceland is Icelandic, which belongs to the Old Norse language family. The teacher's fluent English reflected his own quality.
All students from Yuying Middle School could manage basic communication in English, even Li Zheng, who was relatively less capable. However, the main responsibility for communication still fell to Liang Wuxuan and Yang Xiaoyou.
Because the flight arrived at night, there was no delay. After a brief exchange to confirm identities, they were led by the host onto a minibus, which slowly started moving.
Among the three who came to pick them up at the airport, aside from the teacher in the middle, the two beside him were also students from the student council.
On the way, friendly exchanges and light-hearted banter began between them. With a beauty like Liang Wuxuan present, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful.
Of course, there was another reason for the pleasant mood: a certain individual was currently experiencing neck pain and had a swollen face, making it hard for him to speak.
He would occasionally say, "This is the country with the highest human development index," and then follow up with, "This is all thanks to democracy," before falling silent for a long time. He wasn't exactly an outstanding student, and his spoken communication skills were indeed quite challenging.
"By the way, Yang, someone might come looking for you tomorrow morning. I hope it won't disturb your rest." As the conversation flowed well, the only teacher present seized the moment to remind them.
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyou realized that the main event was about to begin.
However, when it came time to assign dormitories, Reykjavik University took Eastern customs into full consideration and specifically arranged two double suites and one triple suite. These were luxurious apartment-style suites with their own living rooms, making them quite extravagant as dorms.
As for the allocation method, three girls would share one suite, Li Zheng would stay with his male fan, while Yang Xiaoyou would be paired with the rather rebellious Zhang Liang.
This arrangement immediately gave Zhang Liang goosebumps. However, he ultimately thought of his own capabilities and felt emboldened enough to glare at Yang Xiaoyou fiercely. He waved his fist in a mock threat, which left Yang Xiaoyou feeling both amused and exasperated.
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