The reporters' questions were one after another, sharp and difficult, leaving little respite, and they all seemed to have forgotten that Jing Xi was just a child's business. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't worry, I won't run, I will answer your questions one by one." Jing Xi was not in a hurry, and his old and serious appearance made the foreign reporters realize that they treated a child like this, which was a bit aggressive, and the circle around Jing Xi was quietly loosened, but the microphone stretched out in front of Jing Xi was not taken away.

"First of all, I want to make a point, that is, my speech on the stage just now was on a whim, just like my design, it is all my thoughts, is there no child in your country who is as smart as me? Otherwise, why would you doubt my design, and my statement? Or do you think that the ancient civilization of China is not so great, if this is really the case, I will ask you one thing, can you return the cultural relics you borrowed and studied before! None of us children have seen those artifacts! Jing Xi pursed her mouth slightly, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and looked at the reporters around her with big, dark eyes, but her innocent words revealed sincere regret.

Everyone looked at Jing Xi's clear eyes, whether it was her previous question or the latter question, so that the reporters didn't know how to answer, saying that Jing Xi's design cheated is to admit that their country is not as smart as other children, saying that those cultural relics can't be returned, and you can't tell a child that those cultural relics were invaded and robbed by their country.

They could only withdraw the microphone and pinch their noses in embarrassment, indicating that they just wanted to stand next to them and laugh for a while.

"Plagiarism is your Chinese tradition, this time, your design uses elements of our kimono, you won't feel ashamed to throw the trophy into the world?" A microphone suddenly popped up in front of Jing Xi, and a duck-like voice asked Jing Xi questions in stiff and awkward English.

Jing Xi squinted at the person who asked the question, with short hair in her ears, three white eyes, a flat nose, and a short figure, staring at her with disgusting arrogance in her eyes.

"R countrymen? Or H people? Jing Xi's tone could not hear joy and anger, but it revealed the bitter cold of thirty-nine days.

"I'm from the Great R Country." The reporter of the country R puffed up his chest high, and his narrow eyes looked down at Jing Xi with contempt.

"Great R people," Jing Xi nodded, and looked up and down the reporter of Country R with curious eyes for a few minutes, without speaking.

The reporter from country R waited for a while, but when he didn't see Jing Xi's next words, he was uncomfortable by Jing Xi's gaze, and shouted at Jing Xi fiercely: "What's wrong with the people of country R?" ”

"Not much!" Jing Xi shook his head innocently, "I'm young, so I've never seen the lady of Country R look so strange, so I forgot what to say for a while." ”

"What do you say? I'm a man, a man from the big R country! The reporters of country R shouted angrily.

"You're a man!" Jing Xi pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth, "No! It's so short, where can you see that it's big. ”

Jing Xi's words pierced the heart of the reporter of R country like a sharp knife, Jing Xi also scolded him for not being ruthless enough, and continued to mend the knife, "The eyes are so small, the eyes of the heart are definitely not big, and when you see any good things, you will pull them to yourself, which is not good." ”

Jing Xi accentuated his tone and nodded, "Your IQ is not enough, you learned the Tang Dynasty costumes of our Huaguo and went back, I don't know what to hide, and you take it out and shout around, so stupid ......"

The reporters around are all from the big countries in the world, and they don't look down on the people of the R country who have the bones of a slave but do two-faced and three-knife things, and at this time, they saw Jing Xi's immature little face full of small expressions that were anxious for the IQ of the people of the R country, and they couldn't help laughing, and they didn't care about the green and blackened faces of the reporters of the R country.

The reporter of country R knew that there would be no good result if he stayed any longer, so he held the microphone, shrunk his head, squeezed out of the crowd, and before leaving, he glared at Jing Xi viciously, with the ruthlessness of a hungry wolf.

The foreign reporters who surrounded Jing Xi fell in love with this smart girl from China who was unwilling to suffer, and when they saw Jing Xi's easy coping, they believed that Jing Xi's success depended on her own efforts.

The foreign reporter changed the interview object to Teacher Chu Lin, knowing that she was Jing Xi's ballet teacher, and asked Jing Xi in surprise: "When you grow up, do you want to develop in the clothing industry, or do you want to dance ballet!" ”

Jing Xi didn't think about it, and said, "Of course, it's to learn ballet." ”

Jing Xi's answer surprised everyone, and they couldn't help asking: "You are so talented in fashion design, don't you think it's a pity to give up?" ”

Jing Xi smiled, "I didn't say that I wanted to give up costume design, I also promised you that I would welcome you to participate in our costume competition in Beijing!" Costume design is like bread to me, ballet is my whole life, and I will never give up on either. ”

The reporters felt that Jing Xi's words were a bit overwhelming.

Jing Xi saw their thoughts, and just smiled sweetly, time will verify everything.

Now that she can be reborn and embark on such a big stage, she can't spend a dull life immersed in farming.

Jing Xi thought, for her motherland, for her countrymen, do something.

Jing Xi's words were quickly spread throughout the venue by reporters who were born to love gossip, and everyone looked at Jing Xi's eyes a little more, no longer looking at a child's eyes.

Jing Xi was also invited to dance a ballet, most people still felt that Jing Xi's words were too proud and complacent, and they wanted to see if Jing Xi had the same talent in ballet.

This is Jing Xi's first time on the stage, or such a world stage performance, Teacher Chu Lin has sweated for her, if Jing Xi doesn't dance well, she will soon be labeled arrogant, and the honor she just won will be taken away immediately, and Jing Xi is likely to ruin her future.

Jing Xi did not refuse, she gracefully walked on the stage, slowly spread her arms, the beautiful piano music sounded in the gorgeous venue, she jumped smartly on the stage, with a big skirt, like a lotus blooming under the moonlight, sending bursts of fragrance, she gently dotted the dance steps, gently shaking the white gauze skirt, like stirring up a few ripples of the lake.

"Angel!"

"She dances like an angel!"

……

The people present were attracted by Jing Xi's ballet and couldn't help but let out bursts of admiration.

Chu Lin was very happy, Jing Xi's words would no longer be considered by everyone to be incomprehensible.