fall in love with female anchor

When the plane landed at Sao Paulo International Airport, I dragged my luggage, stepped off the plane, and set foot on a foreign land. The longing for the motherland in my heart was unstoppable.

Is it really possible to learn anything by going abroad to study abroad?Is the first-class media university in China not as good as the institutions here?

I shook my head lightly, continued walking, and walked out of the hall. I saw the crowd of pick-ups, many of whom were holding signs with their names written on them.I remembered that the director once told me that someone would pick me up at the airport.But I carefully identified those signs, and my name was not on them, so I went straight to the airport bus outside the door.Anyway, I know I'm going to report to the University of Minnesota Twin Cities, and it's the same if I take the bus.However, there are many buses parked, which line should I take?

I looked up and saw a man in uniform, presumably an airport worker, I walked towards him, and before I could finish saying "Excuseme!", I heard someone call my name.It's really rare to hear the local accent here. I turned around happily, and a girl who looked like a student ran towards me with a sign in her hand.

Black hair and yellow skin, Chinese? "You called me?" I was a little surprised.

Seeing me turning around, she also smiled, "Finally caught up!" Then she looked at me and said, "If your name is Wen Xu, then I'm calling you!" She handed me the sign in her hand, which was indeed Write my name in Chinese pinyin.

"You are—" I thought she was here to pick up the plane.

"I came to pick you up for registration. Every time a student arrives, I send someone to pick you up. This time, you happen to be from China, so I, who is also Chinese, are sent to pick you up!"

"My name is Mi Jiaying, and my English name is Michelle. Nice to meet you!"

"My name is Wenxu, oh, you already know this." I don't think I have an English name, "I haven't thought of an English name yet! Can I use an English name?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, yes, but I'm afraid those foreign professors won't be able to pronounce the sound of your word Xu. Then your name will be called beyond recognition. It's better to give yourself an English name first!"

Then she led me to a bus with a striking "University of Minnesota Twin Cities" on the body of the bus. I think this is the school bus of the University of Minnesota.

After we got on the bus and waited for a while, a few more people came up, with different skin colors, and they seemed to be international students from all over the world.

Michelle answered the phone, said something to the driver, and the car drove away.Said that there is one more person, so I don't have to wait for him when I leave alone.

In the car, Michelle told me that she is the general manager of this group of advanced students, a bit like a counselor in a domestic university.

Perhaps because of being a compatriot, Michelle still took good care of me. She went to the registration office with me to go through various formalities, and then went to the dormitory management center with me to collect the keys of the apartment.Afterwards, she walked across the campus with me to the foreign student apartment. My room was in 302 on the third floor. She looked at me and smiled mysteriously. I opened the door with the key and checked the layout. Two people share a room, which is not bad. It’s very spacious and warm. It’s better than domestic student dormitories. There are refrigerators and home appliances. I’m delighted to see that the two desks are equipped with computers. I’m still thinking about the first thing. It is to buy a computer, and now it seems that this matter can be saved.

I looked at the bed opposite me, someone was living there, and there were some books and daily necessities on the table.I turned to her and asked, "Where is my roommate from?"

Michelle smiled but didn't answer, I looked at her suspiciously, and finally, I understood - it was her!

She knew I guessed it, nodded and said, "I really can't stand the pungent perfume smell of foreigners, I often sneeze, and then I hear them keep saying 'Godblessyou!' I'm not good Seizure." She imitated those people's words of "God bless you" in an exaggerated tone, and she was so funny, "Later, I used my position to live in a room by myself, and finally waited for a fellow villager, and this room became a room for two. "

I laughed, and thought it was a good start, especially with Michelle, a roommate who is also Chinese...