Just when Tang Xue couldn't help but be about to explode, a hand suddenly held her little hand, and the subtle touch instantly extinguished her anger.

It's Jiang Fan.

While comforting Tang Xue, he said lightly to the flight attendant: "Don't change!"

It's still two words, it's still so bland, but the determination in it seems to be categorical!

The stewardess's smile disappeared, and Yurong was icy.

"Sir, I hope you understand who you are, and when you need to step up and contribute to the country, think carefully before making a decision!"

"Don't change!"

It's still two words, but it's a little less decisive and a little more indifferent.

"Mr. ......"

The flight attendant wanted to say something, but found that she was running out of words.

She finally glanced at Jiang Fan deeply, walked towards the mixed-race man over there, didn't know what to say, and finally bowed deeply to the two of them.

Call!

Jiang Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, but the depression in his heart did not decrease in the slightest.

Why?

Why can't Chinese people stand up in front of foreigners?

Even if that foreigner is actually a half-blood!

Seeing that the stewardess didn't change the seat, the mixed-race man was also very dissatisfied, and after another negotiation, they actually changed to the seats behind Jiang Fan and the others.

As soon as the mixed-race man sat behind the two, he immediately lay on the back of the chair behind them, whistled at Tang Xue, and a series of provocative words erupted, which made both of them feel on fire.

"I can't help it!"

Tang Xue's fists were clenched tightly, and it looked like she was about to hit out.

Even though her strength is not as good as Jiang Fan, she also has a small amount of internal strength, and it is not a problem to clean up two foreigners. It may not be enough to be killed, but it is no problem to keep them paralyzed in bed for half a year and six months.

"I'm coming!"

Jiang Fan stopped her.

Tang Xue saw Jiang Fan casually buckle a piece of metal from the chair and clenched it into a metal ball in his hand.

Oh, my God!

Seeing this, Tang Xue covered her mouth in surprise!

She knew that Jiang Fan's strength was strong and he was already a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, but she was still shocked when she saw him picking metal with his bare hands.

I saw Jiang Fan's fingers clasp the metal ball, and he sneered at the roof above his head and bounced out.

He used his soft strength this time, and the metal ball bounced back without making any movement after touching the roof of the cabin, but it hit the Yutang acupoint in the front chest of the mixed-race man!

At this time, the mixed-race man was still talking and laughing with his partner, but suddenly he felt a pain in his chest, and then he had difficulty breathing......

By the time his partner hurriedly called for the flight attendant, the mixed-race man was already lying in his seat, rolling his eyes, taking in less air and exhaling much more.

Tang Xue was both happy and shocked when she saw it.

I was glad that this bastard was punished, but what shocked me was Jiang Fan's methods, worthy of being the Realm Grandmaster.

In fact, this is because Jiang Fan is on the plane, and many methods are not easy to deploy, otherwise it would not be a casual toss of these two bastards.

In this way, the mixed-race man also suffered enough, and fortunately the plane had not taken off at this time, so he was carried off the plane by the flight attendants, and ran down with his partner.

"Will he die?" Tang Xue couldn't help but ask carefully.

"No, but it's no fun to live. Jiang Fan said indifferently.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be nothing if the Yutang acupoint was beaten, and it would be uncomfortable for a few weeks at most, but Jiang Fan sent in a trace of true yuan, and broke a few of the chests of this mixed-race man, causing serious damage to the central nervous system and respiratory system of this bastard. It can be said that he can't live without the bed for the rest of his life.

Thinking of the tragic situation of this mixed-race man in the future, Tang Xue's mood suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Because of this incident, the plane was delayed by half an hour and did not take off until more than nine o'clock in the morning.

This time there was no surprise, and at about 11 o'clock in the morning, the plane landed at New Delhi's Gandhi International Airport.

"It's so hot!"

As soon as she got off the plane, Tang Xue couldn't help but complain.

Not to mention her, Jiang Fan also looked at the top of his head with some surprise, and found that the sun was almost shining straight up and down, and the sunlight was so strong that it seemed that the whole sky was reflecting.

Well, this is the hottest time of the year in India, and the temperature often soars into the 40s, like today -

Jiang Fan looked at his phone: "43 degrees!"

Tang Xue's face turned pale with fright: "So hot?"

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it!" Jiang Fan couldn't help but say.

The group ran into the waiting hall under the sun, and then they felt that the air was a little cooler.

The other students also came over and chattered about their feelings.

Jiang Fan was paying attention to the surroundings and found that the New Delhi Airport was much worse than he imagined.

Compared with those airports in China, not to mention the international airports of those big cities, the facilities of some ordinary provincial capital city airports, New Delhi has a shabby atmosphere.

This shabby does not refer to their architectural style, nor is it that the equipment is not advanced, but the countless details are revealed. For example, stains on the walls, dents on the railings, garbage in the corners, broken equipment from time to time, and even air mixed with various odors.

Tang Xue also felt it, and couldn't help but cover her nose: "This place ...... I suddenly regretted it. ”

Jiang Fan smiled: "Anyway, I won't be able to stay for a few months." ”

"Yes," Tang Xue sighed, "Otherwise, I would have bought a ticket to go back." ”

"Tang Xue, Jiang Fan," someone was waving to them: "Here, assemble." ”

They hurried over and met underneath a man holding a sign from the University of Delhi.

The other party was a typical dark-skinned Indian, who was greeting them in a strange English: "I'm Anil Shah of Delhi University, you can just call me Sha." ”

After greeting each other, Anil Shah took everyone out of the airport and introduced: "Gandhi Airport is still 20 kilometers away from New Delhi, and it will take a short time to get there. ”

Soon they saw a big bus coming, half-new, with large and small bump marks in some places, and a piece of glass shattered.

With a tooth-aching creak, the door opened.

"Let's get in the car, it's too hot at noon, and there is air conditioning in this car. Anil Sand laughed.

Air conditioning?

Jiang Fan looked at the broken glass and was a little skeptical of his words.

After everyone got on the bus, the car started with a violent roar.

I don't know if it's the uneven road or the car itself, but it's a bit bumpy.

With a buzzing sound, there was a vague cold air falling from the head, but in the steamer-like car, this cold air was like scratching the boots, which was extremely uncomfortable.

At this time, Anil Sand skillfully picked up a piece of cardboard from the driver's side and pressed it on the broken window with a snap, and I don't know what means he used, and the cardboard stuck to it.