The unlucky life of a medical student

Twelve hours later—

Zhong Wuchuan finally kept his feet on the ground again, but because of the time difference, when they got off the plane, it happened to be dinner time for Parisians.

After all the staff passed through the customs, Wu Huang waved out a small flag with the words "Mountain and Sea Tourist Group" and led the group out of the airport.

The person who picked me up was a tall blonde beauty.

"Hi, distinguished guests from the East. My name is Joan of Arc, and the organizing committee sent me to pick you up."

"Jane..."

After being baptized by Shanhai Pet Center, when Zhong Wuchuan heard this name, his first reaction was Joan of Arc, and he was [-]% sure that the blonde beauty in front of him must be the original version of Joan of Arc, not Joan of Arc. Admirer, heir to the name of Joan of Arc.

But, hadn't Joan been burned to death long ago?

Although he was confused, but thinking that he could see the legendary Joan of Arc as soon as he got off the plane, Zhong Wuchuan hurried forward and said, "Miss Joan of Arc, can I take a photo with you? "

"Of course, you can even post a group photo on social media."

As in the legend, Joan was a good-natured girl.

Not only did she agree to Zhong Wuchuan's request for a group photo, but she also took the initiative to add mutual friends with him.

Zhong Wuchuan was flattered.

After the group photo was over, Joan of Arc walked out of the airport with the monsters of the "Mountain and Sea Tour Group" and walked to a tourist bus.

"You don't blame my arrangement for being too shabby, do you?"

Joan opened the door apologetically.

In the car, a middle-aged man with long hair and stubble in a rococo shirt stepped down.

He glanced at the members of the "Mountain and Sea Tour Group" and said, "Miss Jeanne, these are our distinguished guests? Why does it feel like everyone..."

Zhong Wuchuan lowered his head in shame upon hearing this.

"Jill," Joan of Arc said to the middle-aged man solemnly, "No matter what their status is, since they come to France, they are our distinguished guests, and you must show them enough respect!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Jeanne!"

After the middle-aged man Jill was reprimanded by Joan, he immediately changed his attitude, apologized to the "Mountain and Sea Tour Group" and asked them to get in the car.

Joan also got into the car, sat next to Wu Huang, who was obviously the most normal homosexual in the entire "tour group", and said: "If Jill's words offend you, please don't blame him, everything is mine It's his fault, he just cared too much about me, for fear that I would be hurt again..."

"Your Highness, don't you feel that our existence is a defilement of the Jesus you believe in?"

Wu Huang interrupted Joan of Arc's words, and lifted the veil of warmth.

Joan of Arc smiled and said, "I just feel that everything is arranged by Jesus! It is the test of the Son of God."

"..."

Wu Huang suddenly felt that this woman was hopelessly pedantic.

Zhong Wuchuan in the back row heard the conversation between Joan of Arc and Wu Huang, and finally couldn't help asking Xu Guangcheng curiously: "Didn't Joan of Arc be burned to death more than 500 years ago? Why..."

"Blue Beard can live until now, why can't Joan live?" Xu Guangcheng said, "Of course, this woman still thinks that she can live until now is a miracle of Jesus."

Zhong Wuchuan's curiosity was crazily incited by Xu Guangcheng's words, and he asked in a low voice, "If it's not the power of Jesus, then whose power is it? She was..."

"It's Jill's madness," Xu Guangcheng said, "There is no one in this world who loves her more than Jill. Although people all over the world know Joan of Arc, they sing her praises and evaluate her with the most enthusiastic language."

"Jill..."

Zhong Wuchuan glanced at the long-haired, bearded man who was leaning on the car seat with his eyes closed to rest his mind. He looked very Parisian, like a wandering artist that can be seen everywhere on the street.

"Although he is so harmless to humans and animals now, he was a bloody figure who sacrificed more than 500 boys to the devil more than 300 years ago," Xu Guangcheng said. "People at that time thought that he killed so many boys because he heard Bewitched by an alchemist, he thought he could refine gold and fill the financial deficit. Actually, he was obsessed with black magic, tortured and killed boys... all because of his love for Joan of Arc!"

"Then why didn't he save Joan of Arc?" Zhong Wuchuan said, "When Joan of Arc was captured by the British, why didn't he save her?"

"Why didn't he save her? He even tried to hold King Henry VI who was staying in Rouen in exchange for Joan of Arc, but he failed."

"Then this Joan..."

"The result of alchemy," Xu Guangcheng said, "Jill has worked so hard in the field of black magic for so many years, but he has finally achieved some results. This Joan of Arc is his hard work and crystallization. Although it is a fake, it is very different from the real Joan of Arc. There is a difference, but for Jill, being able to see Joan of Arc again and continue to follow Joan of Arc, even if what he is chasing is just an illusory shadow, he is already satisfied!"

"Hearing what you said, it seems that Baron Jill seems very affectionate..."

Zhong Wuchuan looked at Jill with admiration.

Xu Guangcheng said: "People who are affectionate are all the same, but people who are unkind have their own kindness."

"Then are you an affectionate person or a fickle person?" Zhong Wuchuan asked coldly.

Xu Guangcheng smiled, noncommittal.

……

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The residence arranged by the Asia-Africa-Europe Monster Exchange Summit for the mountain and sea travel group is only 500 meters away from the famous Notre Dame Cathedral. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room, you can see the pleasant scenery of the Seine River.

However, they still underestimated the pickiness of these oriental beasts.

After distributing the room keys, Jill and Joan went to the waiting area to drink coffee and prepare to take a short rest before taking these monsters from the Book of Mountains and Seas to dinner.

At this time, Di Jun staggered down.

"What a broken place," he said. "It's not even comparable to my toilet! It's small, narrow and broken! The air is not good, and it smells like bird droppings! I hate the smell of bird droppings the most!"

Followed by Yoo Sang-taek.

The hydra, who was born with a cleanliness, said helplessly: "Miss Joan, can I ask the room staff to thoroughly disinfect my room immediately? The smell is not very good!"

The hotel manager immediately stepped forward and said, "Which places need to be disinfected? Also, what kind of fragrance do you like, we will give you immediately——"

Liu Xiangze said: "Every corner needs to be disinfected! There is too much dust! The dust in the air is also seriously exceeding the standard! The fragrance...I don't like artificial orientation."

"Okay, I will ask the waiter to spray the smell of citrus and lemon to your room, and strictly disinfect it according to your requirements."

The hotel manager gets busy.

Seeing this, Joan said, "Are you all hungry? Let's go out for dinner first! The organizing committee has booked a Michelin three-star restaurant to receive you!"

"Finally able to eat..."

Zhong Wuchuan touched his hungry belly.

——According to Di Ku's plan, this trip to Paris is for all first-class passengers, but the organizing committee has booked their air tickets in advance, all economy class!Naturally, it was impossible for Di Ku to wrong him to take the economy class. He upgraded himself and Di Jun as soon as he boarded the plane, and asked Wu Huang to ask other employees if they wanted an upgrade.When it was Zhong Wuchuan's turn, he felt that he was very lucky to be able to enjoy a free trip to Paris, so he nestled in the economy class for twelve hours and ate an indescribable meal on the plane.

——Xu Guangcheng didn't get an upgrade either, for his overhaul that has transformed into a realm, it's the same everywhere.

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In a French restaurant with three Michelin stars, the taste of the food may not be suitable for the appetite of everyone (beast), but the portion of the food must be as exquisite as its reputation.

However, except for Zhong Wuchuan and Xu Guangcheng, this team is basically a giant beast with a body height of more than [-] meters. With one roll of tongue, a plate is emptied, and there is no time to taste the taste!

After three hours, everyone felt that the gap between the teeth was not stuffed.

"That's all!" Ying Feiyi took the lead in attacking.

Jill and Joan are embarrassed.

The chef and the manager are full of black lines.

It was the first time they saw someone eat three sets of main courses and still say they were not full!

"Don't be ashamed," Wu Huang said, "French food is all about the atmosphere and taste, and it's impressive! Why can't you eat enough!"

"But Fifth Sister, I'm really not full, and the gaps between my teeth are not full!"

The golden retriever also complained: "Fifth sister, it's definitely not me who is sowing discord this time, it's because they gave too little weight!"

"I don't mind the small portions, but I do mind the taste! The menu says 'best thing you've ever eaten' and it turns out - what a mess! What should have been fried was made into a stew, What should be fried has been boiled! Nothing can be eaten!"

Yun Tietao, a gold medal delivery man and a gold medal gourmet, used the harshest words to evaluate the dinner.

Zhong Wuchuan stretched out his hand weakly, and said, "I think it's okay, it's not that bad."

"Shut up! How many good things have you eaten! Do you know what is delicious and what is garbage!"

Yun Tietao's voice was an octave higher.

Di Jun came out to smooth things over and said: "Actually, I also think this meal is okay, but the taste is a bit bitter and the ingredients are not fresh. I like to eat freshly cut meat...It is best to slaughter it on the spot, half raw and half cooked Barbecue, and half of the minced garlic..."

Ignoring the increasingly dark faces of the restaurant staff, Di Jun chattered on and on.

On the verge of collapse, Joan looked at Di Ku for help.

Di Ku had an idiotic smile of "my brother is the cutest in the world".

Joan could only turn to Xu Guangcheng: "Mr. Xu, I heard that you are the only human being in the Shanhai delegation, can you..."

"Sorry, I also think the dinner is terrible," Xu Guangcheng said, "It's worse than the plane meal I ate in economy class."

The author has something to say:

It takes 12 hours to fly from Shanghai to Paris. France has a time difference of 7 hours compared to Beijing time. Assuming Shanghai takes off at 14:30, if there is no delay, it will arrive in Paris at 19:40 local time.