2021 Haneda Airport

"The roar and leaning forward of the plane when it lands, no matter how many times it has been experienced, it makes people feel uncomfortable."

Qiu Yang thought like this while chewing gum vigorously.

Trying to overcome this discomfort, looking out the window and seeing the scenery outside the window gradually slow down, Qiu Yang gradually felt a sense of "falling to the ground".

This is not the first time he has been to Neon. During his years in college, he would stay here for a week and a half every year during holidays. From tourists who were not good at speaking at the beginning to tourists who were familiar with the junior high school to those who were familiar with the countryside of Neon, who gradually became familiar with the investigation and research of the locals, this land is not unfamiliar to him.

But the situation this time was different, and it was this that made him feel a little nervous and nervous now:

——For the next five years, he will stay in this country and complete his master's and doctoral studies at the University of Tokyo Metropolitan Engineering.

Qiu Yang held his arm and waited for his luggage in front of the conveyor belt. His feet were beaten with the rhythm of music filled with headphones. The sad melody gradually made his mood worse - his emotions were always so easily infected by things he didn't want to do, such as if he would get angry just by watching the heavy rain, and he would be happy all day long when the weather was sunny.

After thinking about it carefully, perhaps it is precisely because of his understanding of his own characteristics that he studied architectural design in his undergraduate degree, so he chose to cross a little bit of the world and choose this direction that requires more "empathy" to study in depth - community creation and design. This requires him to truly understand the customs and culture of a place and create a pleasant living environment.

Suddenly, his memories were interrupted by the noise in his ears and the noticeable strangeness. He lowered his head and found that a petite figure was pulling the corner of his clothes, as if there was something to say. But the girl was fully armed with a hat, sunglasses, and mask, and she couldn't tell what she was going to say.

I took off my headphones and heard the girl repeating "help...pick...please..." in a slight voice.

Qiu Yangxin said, what happened to this girl? Could it be that my Chinese compatriots treat me as a local? But looking at the shirts I was wearing clearly decorated with Chinese characters, why can't I tell my identity as a compatriot?

He turned his head to look at the girl with curiosity. However, the girl just lowered her head and stared at her toes, avoiding looking at each other even if she was covered by sunglasses.

I felt strange and strange, but I still had a gentlemanly demeanor with just a simple task. Qiu Yang nodded and agreed.

After waiting for a while, the girl's luggage arrived - it was indeed almost the same height as hers, no wonder she needed help.

Qiu Yang's figure is just over 1.8 meters tall and stands out among the crowd. Coupled with the traces of fitness and shaping, he really seems to be able to lift this heavy object at once.

"This girl can also pick people," Qiu Yang murmured.

Because I only had a small box, most of the items were planned to be checked in and then bought, so I simply sent them to the West to help the girl carry some luggage.

The girl was startled at first and noticed that the big man in front of her had no malice, then followed her step by step. Because she was relatively small, she looked quite struggling.

When he arrived at the lobby, Qiu Yang was a little worried that this reckless and not old girl asked casually in Chinese.

"Where are you going in a while? Will anyone pick you up?"

Seeing the girl's dull look, Qiu Yang felt a little reckless and took it for granted, so he changed his English to ask again, but the girl still looked like she was struggling to listen.

"It's bad, don't be a Korean girl, I can't speak the language..."

While thinking about this, Qiu Yang held a try-and-see attitude and finally asked in Japanese.

Unexpectedly, the girl showed a relieved expression and quickly replied, "It's okay, I'll agree to my agent and come and pick me up later."

Then he seemed to feel distorted and changed his words, "Ah, I said it wrong, I called my family to pick it up."

The girl's voice was low and glutinous, and she changed her mouth in a hurry, and she looked like a frightened little beast, quite cute.

For some reason, Qiu Yang felt that the girl was blaming her, and her tone contained a coquettish look like "Why didn't you speak Japanese earlier" in her tone. Qiu Yang was also depressed. If I had known that you were from Neon, I wouldn't have to use my hands and feet to gesture with the ground.

Seeing that the girl had a guardian coming to pick her up, Qiu Yang felt relieved. Anyway, he was just polite. He waved his hand to say goodbye, and then walked towards the tram. While walking, he was thinking about the "agent" that the girl just mentioned.

——"Is it a little star?"

I have long heard that Tokyo can kill four people who have been on TV if they have been on TV with one brick. I didn’t expect that I would encounter it from the beginning of my life in Tokyo.

"I guess he is a little actor." Qiu Yang didn't care much.

His understanding of the neon art world is limited to comics like downtown and cream stew. When he first learned Japanese, he read their video materials a lot. He watched some of the other Japanese dramas, but he didn't know much about the actors behind the characters.

It seems that most of those who come to Neon to study abroad are somewhat interested in Neon's 2D and 3D culture. For Qiu Yang, in addition to the subject and professional level, the only things that attract him are the few Ukiyo-e pattern albums I read when I was a child and the works of neon writers I read.

He is a foreigner among international students.
Chapter completed!