National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

Hearing the ringtone, Paimon flew aside, took out a mobile phone on the bedside table, and connected it skillfully.

"Hello? Yes, Jiang Yuan is awake!"

"What, you want to come over? Let me ask him."

After a few words of conversation with the unknown person who called, she looked at the confused Jiang Yuan questioningly.

"Jiang Yuan, Xiao Songqing and others are coming to find you. Do you want to meet them?"

Jiang Yuanzheng was in a trance because he discovered the scene he was in, and came back to his senses after hearing the words.

"...Let's meet. In this current situation, we need to exchange information."

"Okay." Paimon put the phone to his ear, "Hey, did you hear that? Jiang Yuan said we could meet! What time?"

"You can do it at any time." Before Paimon could ask, Jiang Yuan, who heard the voice, answered first.

"It seems you can come over now." Paimon said to the person on the other side of the phone, "See you later."

After hanging up the phone and putting the phone back on the table, Paimeng approached Jiang Yuan and waved his little hand in front of his eyes: "Jiang Yuan, are you stupid by accident?"

"Not really." Jiang Yuan, who was staring at the graffiti wall, looked back.

"So... we are back on the Aqua Blue Planet."

On the opposite wall were little figures of different colors painted in different colors. The strokes were simple, but Jiang Yuan could tell who they represented.

Because it was drawn by his own hands using his "superior" painting skills learned from the great painter Albedo after he traveled to Aquamarine and found that he seemed unable to return to the Teyvat continent.

The soft mattress under him was chosen by himself, the bedside table next to him was brought in by him, and the window next to him was wiped down out of boredom the day before he left...

Yes, this was his house on Aquamarine, and the place where he lay was his room.

"Yes." Pamon put his hands on his hips, "We were sent back directly!"

"You fell asleep as soon as you came back. The two of us woke up first, and then we got a call saying we wanted to talk to you."

"This guy Thunder Hammer can't say anything, so I can only temporarily serve as the external social worker!"

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Yuan looked at Paimeng seriously, "Paimon, you are so reliable. You are the most competent and best guide I have ever seen!"

Well, he hadn't seen any other guides besides that. But even if he had seen it, he still thought Paimon was the best!

"Hehe." The original intention was for Jiang Yuan to praise her for her excellence. When Paimeng heard Jiang Yuan's serious words, she felt embarrassed for a moment and then became proud, "Of course I am very outstanding!"

"But I'll leave it to you to communicate with other people."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Yuan nodded, "Leave it to me, you don't have to work hard anymore."

Before Jiang Yuan finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

At the same time, the ringtone of the mobile phone next to it rang.

"It should be Xiao Songqing and the others." He stood up, picked up his cell phone, and walked outside.

The house he lives in is a two-story villa. It's not that he doesn't have the money to buy a bigger one, but it's smaller so it's easier to move around and doesn't require much movement.

The bedroom was on the second floor. He, Paimon and Thunder Hammer went downstairs and walked towards the door.

"Don't worry, it's coming."

He held up his cell phone and spoke to Xiao Songqing opposite him, hung up the phone and opened the door.

The noise suddenly flooded into my ears, and the shutter sound was endless.

"This is Brother Jiang!"

"We met Brother Jiang in reality!"

"Quick, quick, pick a suitable location to take photos and upload them. We want to be the first media to spread the news about Brother Jiang's current situation!"

"Oh, don't squeeze!"

"..."

Jiang Yuan's hand raised to his ear naturally dropped, and he looked at the old man standing in front of everyone at the door.

The old man has gray hair, and his face has lines of vicissitudes of life. His black eyes are not as muddy as those of many old people. Instead, they are very energetic, gentle and a little majestic.

He was taller than Jiang Yuan. He was looking at Jiang Yuan with a friendly smile on his face.

"Are you Mr. Xia?"

Jiang Yuan had seen Mr. Xia, the commander-in-chief of China, on TV before entering the battlefield of the national destiny.

Behind Mr. Xia, there were several elderly people, both male and female, who looked to be middle-aged and older. They were also high-level officials from China who had only seen them on TV.

After that came Xiao Songqing and other contestants.

Farther away was a crowd of people holding various photo and video equipment.

"it's me."

Mr. Xia looked at the blond boy in front of him seriously.

The boy's real age is unknown. His blond hair and golden eyes are not the black hair and black eyes that the Chinese people know to the whole world.

But one thing can be confirmed. He is a Chinese in this world. He is willing and has truly fought countless battles for China. He has won countless rewards for China that change reality and...

Mr. Xia's thoughts were hidden behind his old face.

He took a step back and suddenly bent down under Jiang Yuan's surprised gaze.

Since Mr. Xia started to move, everyone behind him, including other high-level officials from China, Xiao Songqing and other contestants, as well as those gathered further away, made the same move as him at the same time.

Regardless of whether they were taking pictures or something, they all stopped at the same time——

He bowed deeply to Jiang Yuan and Paimon and Thunder Hammer who followed him behind him.

"You, this is what you are doing?!"

Jiang Yuan hurriedly stepped forward to help Mr. Xia up.

It's just that the old man's actions were too serious and determined. He was afraid that he would hurt the old man if he used too much force, so he couldn't stop him.

He just accepted a bow from everyone present.

"Jiang Yuan, Paimon and Thunder Hammer," Mr. Xia called out everyone in Jiang Yuan's small group. "Thank you for everything you have done for the country. Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Yuan was at a rare loss. He watched the old man express his gratitude and then straightened up. A pair of black eyes with a gentle smile and gratitude looked at him seriously. He raised his hand to help the person up and froze in place.

He froze on the spot for a full two seconds before waving his hands again and again, his face burning.

"No, no, it's nothing. In fact, I did it for my own purposes, not for the country."

Having said this, he looked away embarrassedly and did not look into the old man's kind eyes.

Warm hands with wrinkles held his hands, making Jiang Yuan's movements stiff again.

"Whatever the purpose, you have helped our country and the world, so you deserve the gratitude of all of us."

Jiang Yuan felt that his ears were red now.

He faltered for a few breaths under the elder-like tolerance of Mr. Xia, and slowly calmed down.

"I'm happy to be able to help everyone, and I will continue to work hard."

He bent his eyes and showed a gentle and brilliant smile, his warm blond hair and golden eyes shining brightly in the sun.

He heard suppressed exclamations next to him, followed by more intensive shutter sounds.