Seeing that she had closed her eyes, Qin Hao let her go and went to the bathroom on his own.

As a result, when Qin Hao came out of the shower, he found Gong Ruomei with a sad face and one hand covering her forehead.

"so serious?"

Gong Ruomei nodded weakly.

Qin Hao stepped forward, sat on the sofa, put Gong Ruomei's head on his lap, and began to massage her.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah." Gong Ruomei snorted softly, and the painful expression on her face eased.

After a few minutes, Qin Hao noticed that Gong Ruomei's breathing had become particularly regular, and then he realized that the girl had fallen asleep.

Just when Qin Hao was about to go back to the room to get her a quilt, Gong Ruomei frowned as soon as he let go of his hand.

Qin Hao thought for a moment, picked her up and walked to the room.

.......

After a night of silence, Gong Ruomei woke up leisurely and stretched out. The girl's figure was particularly slender and slender. Coupled with long-term martial arts training, compared with the saggy skin of ordinary girls, she appeared firmer and tighter.

elasticity.

When Gong Ruomei found out that she woke up on Qin Hao's bed, she did not panic. Instead, she held her chin with both hands, not knowing what she was thinking.

Until there was a "bang bang" knock on the door.

Only then did Gong Ruomei put away the slight smile on her lips and retracted herself into the bed: "Brother, come in."

"Get up quickly, it's already noon. After lunch, we have to go to the TV station to record a program in the afternoon." Qin Hao didn't notice anything strange about Gong Ruomei, and left the room after asking if she was okay.

Gong Ruomei stared at Qin Hao's back in a daze for a while. After regaining consciousness, she stretched again and got up from the bed.

Breakfast was eaten in the hotel's Western restaurant. Gong Ruomei was surprised at first by this novel food, but after taking a bite of the burger, she had a bitter look on her face.

"The conditions are simple, so I'll make do with it for now. Once you settle down and rent a house, I'll prepare delicious food for you." Qin Hao said soothingly, subconsciously wanting to touch her head, but Gong Ruomei ducked away.

He said angrily.

"How many times have I told you not to touch my head again? I am no longer a child."

"Okay, you're a big girl, okay."

Qin Hao secretly laughed. This girl's temperament has become better in the past two years.

In the afternoon, John drove a Cadillac to pick up Qin Hao and the two of them and headed to the New York TV station. Along the way, Gong Ruomei asked John some strange questions using her half-baked vocabulary, which made John have to listen attentively while driving.

Caused a car accident.

Fortunately, they arrived at their destination without any danger. After doing a simple registration, Qin Hao and the other two arrived at the TV station's column team.

A middle-aged white woman received Qin Hao and the others.

"You are Mr. Qin. Welcome to my column. Oh, please forgive me. I can't wait to see your 'witchcraft'."

Qin Hao shook his head: "It's not 'Sorcery', it means 'witchcraft', it should be 'martial art'."

The white woman looked confused: "Is there such a phrase in English?"

"It didn't happen before, but from now on, it does." Qin Hao said word by word.

Although Gong Ruomei did not fully understand what the two said, she could tell from Qin Hao's tone that he was not satisfied with something the white woman said.

The white woman was stunned and looked at John again. John shrugged: "I told you, he is completely different from the stereotyped Chinese."

The white woman agrees with this point. In her inherent impression of Chinese people, they should be those with braids on the back of their heads. The man in front of her is tall, with simple and refreshing short hair, and his facial contours are very tough.

He is also very confident in his speech and behavior, and has a different kind of temperament. If it weren't for his yellow skin, she would even think he was an English gentleman.

"Okay, I will replace this word in the script later, but I think you need to explain to the audience why you call your work so...'martial art', is that okay?"

"

"no problem."

After that, the white woman reviewed the script with Qin Hao. The scripts of this period were relatively crude, and they did not strictly follow the script to ask questions. Sometimes the audience would also ask some tricky questions, which would test the host and the guests.

Spot reaction.

Soon, it was time for the live recording. Gong Ruomei was arranged to enter the auditorium, while Qin Hao followed the white woman to the backstage.

Among a group of white spectators, Gong Ruomei's figure stood out particularly conspicuously, and the people around her also cast different looks at this beautiful little girl.

Gong Ruomei ignored these glances and just sat quietly, putting her hands on her legs and looking straight away, as if she was the only one around.

It wasn't until Qin Hao's figure appeared that Gong Ruomei smiled. At that moment, the surrounding audience seemed to see a scene where the ice and snow melted and everything returned to spring.

The white woman bowed slightly amidst the applause of the audience, and then began to introduce Qin Hao.

"I believe everyone has seen reports about him recently. He comes from the mysterious East..."

The sparse applause showed that the audience was not familiar with Qin Hao, and most of them looked at him with surprise, suspicion, and confusion. Many people were looking at the back of his head, as if they wanted to confirm that the back of his head was

Do you have braids?

Qin Hao ignored the gazes of the audience. After saying hello calmly, he sat down on the chair diagonally opposite the white woman.

"When I was backstage just now, Mr. Qin made a request to me, asking me to replace the word 'Sorcery' with 'martial art'. I believe it is the first time for many people to hear this word. Can I explain to you what it means?

In your opinion, do these two words have any different meanings?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Qin Hao glanced at the audience and said calmly: "The word Sorcery in English means witchcraft, but the martial arts I practice,

It is not a mysterious power or metaphysics, but a fighting technique from China. I think it is necessary to distinguish between the two, just like you would not confuse 'Sorcery' with 'boxing'."

As soon as he finished speaking, many spectators at the scene cast surprised glances at Qin Hao. What surprised them was not what Qin Hao said, but his English pronunciation was very interesting. It was neither like a London accent nor like some Americans.

The accent sounds very comfortable.

When the white woman saw the audience's reaction, she knew she had raised the right topic, so she struck while the iron was hot and continued to ask.

"So, do you think Chinese martial arts is actually a fighting technique on the same level as boxing?"

This is a bit of a dig. Although the development of modern boxing is not long, it only originated in the United Kingdom in the 18th century. However, after being introduced to the United States, it already had a deep mass base in a very short period of time.

Even as early as the third Olympic Games, it became an official event, although boxing in that Olympic Games only had 44 athletes from one country, the United States, participating in the competition.

Of course, there were no professional large-scale boxing competitions at this time, but among the lower class people, it was already a sport with very wide participation.

"Yes." Qin Hao did not hesitate at all. Since he participated in the recording program, he was ready to meet the challenge.

Sure enough, as soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, the audience exclaimed. In their opinion, this Oriental was so arrogant that he put something that no one had ever heard of on the same level as boxing.

Witnessing the commotion of the audience, the white woman became even more excited. She knew that the highlight of this program was already there.

"I took a look and a lot of the audience seemed unconvinced by your statement. Can you show everyone your 'martial art' martial arts?"

Qin Hao nodded calmly: "Of course."

The white woman couldn't wait to ask: "How do you want to show it? Give us a performance?"

Qin Hao shook his head: "Can you give me two bricks, or an object of similar hardness?"

The martial arts routines are certainly gorgeous enough to perform, but Qin Hao doesn't want to give people the same impression that 'martial arts' is the same as 'dance'. People's inherent concepts are difficult to change, and the first impression often determines something.

positioning.

The audience in the audience talked a lot, and the white woman quickly took two thick wooden boards from the backstage staff.

“I don’t have bricks, but can such a thick wooden board be used?”

Qin Hao nodded and was about to take the board when the white woman stopped him, turned around and walked to the auditorium with a smile.

"You can check these two wooden boards to see if they are strong enough."

The two wooden boards were rotated in a circle in the auditorium. Some people used fist hammers and others hit them with their heads. The wooden boards were not damaged. It was obvious that it was difficult for ordinary people to destroy these two hard wooden boards.

After the white woman repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the board, she handed it to Qin Hao and asked curiously: "How do you want to show it? Is there anything you need my help with?"

Qin Hao shook his head lightly, picked up two wooden boards with his left hand and hung them in mid-air, then placed his right hand in front of the wooden boards.

The audience stretched their necks to see what Qin Hao wanted to do, but they saw Qin Hao suddenly retracted his right hand a short distance, then suddenly made a fist and swung it out.

"boom"

The two hard wooden boards broke apart, and the fragments flew everywhere. Qin Hao only had a small fragment of the wooden board left in his hand.

"Oh, I bought it. This is incredible."

"Oh my god, what just happened?"

"It was so fast, I didn't even see his movements clearly."

There was a burst of exclamation at the scene, and many spectators had not yet reacted. They were stunned for a while before they started to join in the discussion.

The white woman also opened her mouth wide and covered her mouth with one hand. Of course, her exaggerated expression was mainly for the effect of the show, but Qin Hao's move really surprised her.

While she was surprised, she was also overjoyed. The effect of such a program was simply overwhelming.

She suddenly felt a little lucky that she had listened to John's recommendation and invited this Oriental man to participate in her show.

"Oh, God, can anyone tell me what just happened?" the white woman asked exaggeratedly.
To be continued...