As soon as everyone walked out of the exit of the train station, there were reporters with long guns and short cannons outside, and the exit was blocked, and many staff members of the train station were being interviewed, and Li Le also saw the female attendant on the train. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sir, are you a passenger on this Eurostar?"

"What do you think about this train accident?"

"Did anything happen in the accident?"

As soon as he walked out of the door, seven or eight newspaper and television reporters were speaking English and kept asking.

Zhang Fatzi hadn't used English for nearly ten years, and where could he understand this series of London accents without pause, so he naturally waved his hands and said "No, No, No." ”

As soon as she heard Zhang Fatzi's voice, the female flight attendant looked back, and when she saw that it was right, she sang to the reporters around her: "It's him!" That's him! It's him! That's him! Young hero Little Nezha! ”

This beautiful female flight attendant ran quickly, and gave a warm hug to Zhang Fatman, just after hugging, he hugged Zhang Fat's big face, kissed him on the left, kissed him again, and there was a flaming red lip on the left and right, perfect symmetry.

"He's the Chinese tourist who helped me on the train!" The female flight attendant pointed to Zhang Fatzi and said happily to the reporters and photographers around her, as soon as she finished speaking, the magnesium lights around her were crackling and flashing.

"I remember two other Chinese men." After the female flight attendant finished speaking, she looked back and saw Li Le and Ah Hua walking out together, and then hugged the two of them and kissed each other, happily introducing them to the reporters around.

Zhang Fatzi was hugged, kissed, and photographed, and everyone was stunned, and he couldn't understand the female flight attendant's English at all, so he had to look at the reporters and cameras around him, and kept nodding his head.

"Sir, what were you thinking when you came to help?"

"Are you hurt somewhere?"

"Now what do you have to thank you for?"

Another English serial cannon hit, Zhang Fatzi still couldn't understand half a word, so he had to smile and say: "yes~yes~yes~"

Just after speaking, he thought that it was not a solution, and Fatty Zhang had to drag Ah Hua to the side, pointed at Ah Hua, and said in Chinese: "You ask him, I don't understand what you say." ”

"This friend of mine is a tourist in the UK, and he is a little lacking in English, so if you have any questions, please ask me and I will help him translate." After all, he is a person who has seen dozens of large-scale world expositions and has seen big scenes, and Ah Hua is calmly communicating with reporters at the moment, while helping Zhang Fatzi answer questions.

"When our female flight attendants were hurt, what did the gentlemen think, and why did they come to their aid?" A reporter was the first to ask.

"Helping others is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, and we just did what we had to do." Ah Hua replied modestly.

"And what does this gentleman think now? After all, he was the first to rush to help the flight attendant lady. Another reporter then asked.

As soon as he heard this, Ah Hua asked Zhang Fatzi, "Zhang Fat, what do you think now?" ”

"Thoughts?" When Zhang Fatzi heard this, he scratched his head, thought about it, and said, "I'm a little hungry, I want to eat lunch." ”

"......" Ah Hua nodded and replied to the reporters, "My friend is very excited now, and he is very honored to help this beautiful lady. ”

When the female flight attendant heard this, she laughed.

With all the questions and answers, and from time to time as an interpreter, Ah Hua was interviewed for five or six minutes with Li Le and Adam, until a spokesman from the train station walked out of the exit, and more than a dozen reporters and photographers swarmed away and surrounded the spokesman again.

"It turns out that these Western journalists are not slow." Li Le sighed, turned to Adam and asked, "Mr. Adam, why do they think that this train accident may be related to a terrorist attack?" ”

"They, especially some gossip magazines, tabloid weekly, some reporters~Too~Simple~Sometimes~Naive~ always want to make a big news all day long, and don't report according to the facts, how can this work?" Mr. Adam shook his head, a little helpless, hundreds of newspaper media in the UK, many of them rely on digging leftovers, frying cold rice, and even using illegal means to collect and fabricate news to increase newspaper sales.

As soon as the group of reporters rushed away, the female flight attendant took out a business card, handed it to Zhang Fatzi, and said happily: "My name is Jessica, I'm glad you helped me today, I heard that you are traveling in the UK these days, if you have time, I want to invite you to a cup of coffee~"

"ok~ok~ok~" Although Zhang Fatzi said that his English was not good, and he didn't understand a lot of Lucy's words, but he didn't understand the sentence "My, name, is, Jessica." I still heard it well, and immediately nodded while "OK", and took the business card with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have something to do and I have to go, thank you again for your help today, and I look forward to seeing you again." Lucy hugged Li Le and the four of them one by one again, waved her hand, turned to leave, and just walked out not far away, she turned back and smiled at Zhang Fatzi, and made a "6" gesture with her right hand and shook it next to her ear.

Zhang Fatzi was stupidly happy, made an "OK" gesture, and watched her go away.

"I'm going to ~ Zhang Fat ~ You are really a good fortune, I have been in Europe for almost two years, every time I ask someone else, no girl has ever taken the initiative to give me the phone, but the first day you came to the UK, you took this shit luck, I think you have to pay more attention to your body this year." Ah Hua hugged the thick neck of the fat man and said enviously.

"What was she talking to me about?" Zhang Pang still smiled and looked at the direction where Lucy had gone and asked.

"I want you to call her and ask you for coffee."

"Huh? Coffee drinking? It was so bitter that I thought it was eating. Zhang Fatzi said wistfully.

"Oh, you, I'm really convinced, in their British culture, drinking coffee is almost the same as having dinner in China." Ah Hua explained.

"Really?!" Zhang Fatzi said in surprise.

"But no~you kid~Alas~" Ah Hua smiled and looked at Li Le helplessly, "I've been in London for so long, and no one has asked me out, Le Zai, who do you say I should talk to~"

"Hahaha~" Li Le laughed, just as he was here, the mobile phone rang, and he took it out and saw that it was a call from Feng Lao.

"Holy shit! Finished! Li Le suddenly remembered something, and he was smiling a second ago, but now his face was embarrassed.