Forget it, let’s not think about it for now. This weekend is Song Yishan’s “Future Diplomat Defense Competition”. She is going to cheer for her. She appears as a real girlfriend for the first time, so she naturally has to perform well.
From time to time, the China Foreign Affairs University organizes such activities to allow students to grow themselves during the defense. A topic will be raised for students to choose their own angle and discuss it.
"Song Yishan! What is your agenda this year? Let me take a look."
Qiao Jinling didn't have to squeeze through the crowd. With just the voice, everyone automatically made way for her.
Song Yishan has a girlfriend, which is definitely something more exciting than the defense competition.
"Let me show you."
Song Yishan had a smile on his lips. He was used to being watched by people. He originally thought that Qiao Jinling would not adapt, but he did not expect that she would turn a blind eye to so many pairs of eyes around her and talk to him openly.
——"What do you think of China's accession to the World Trade Organization?"
Qiao Jinling knows that at the turn of the millennium, many Chinese people are hesitant about joining the World Trade Organization.
After all, China has lagged behind the world for so many years. Once it joins the WTO, it means that the country will be completely opened, and both good and bad will flood into China.
Many people are worried about this. Will foreign capital impact Chinese enterprises and affect China's independent development?
This issue once became a topic in the streets and alleys, and among ordinary people after dinner.
"As expected, this is the China Foreign Affairs University. They discuss issues at this level. I wonder, Mr. Future Diplomat, how do you view this issue?"
Of course, Qiao Jinling knew the great significance of China's entry into the WTO, and had witnessed the era of China dancing with the world, integrating with the world, and developing rapidly after its entry into the WTO. She just wanted to hear Song Yishan's views.
Song Yishan just smiled and did not speak. Today he specially wore a suit and tie, showing his excellent body proportions, with wide shoulders and narrow waist and two long legs. His eyes were bright and his body was still as straight as when he was a child.
It has to be straight.
"Hey, isn't this Qiao Jinling? Why are you coming to our school?"
Liang Hanyue wore a suit, with a high ponytail that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and exquisite makeup. It was obvious that she had been carefully prepared.
To be fair, Liang Hanyue is not ugly, she can even be considered a beauty, but her whole body is full of edges and corners, and her little thoughts of winning are written all over her face, for fear that others will not know, which makes her lose a softness.
beautiful.
"Can't I just come to watch my boyfriend's game? Is there any rule in your school that doesn't allow girlfriends to come to school?"
Qiao Jinling responded tit for tat. She now has family members, so she is not afraid of Liang Hanyue's cynicism.
"Hmph! You think I care about you. Since he chose you, it means that this person has very poor taste."
"Why should I waste time on a person with bad taste? I just advise you to take good care of him. There are many people who care about him. Maybe one day you are not careful and someone will steal him away."
Liang Hanyue whispered as she passed by Qiao Jinling.
"Haha, of course I don't care about people who can be stolen just like you."
The corners of Qiao Jinling's lips rose, and she countered with Liang Hanyue's words. She was most disgusted with this kind of bickering. Could it be that women can only be jealous over one man? Isn't there something more meaningful to discuss?
"snort!"
Liang Hanyue was speechless, and she could not display her arrogance in front of Qiao Jinling.
The defense competition went very smoothly. This was also the first time for Qiao Jinling to see Song Yishan scolding Fang Qiu on the podium. His eyes were firm, he cited classics, he was swaying freely, and his every move was full of brilliance.
The defense competition is over.
There is no doubt that Song Yishan is the first. He does not care about the ranking. Qiao Jinling can come to watch his competition today, which is the happiest thing for him.
The classmates looked at him with envy, but they were helpless. Song Yishan had always been cold and frosty no matter who he treated before. They had never seen him be so gentle to anyone.
But when he faced the girl in front of him, it turned out that his smile could be so deep and so warm. Once the iceberg melted, it would be enough to surge forward.
What's more, these two people stand so harmoniously together, making people feel that the years are quiet, the music of the piano and the harp are harmonious, and every frown and smile is the scenery.
Liang Hanyue would never have thought that she originally thought that these girls would make things difficult for Qiao Jinling, but after a debate, they all turned into Song Yishan and Qiao Jinling's little fans, euphemistically called "giving a pound".
"Haha, I wonder how they came up with it and gave me a pound for free? What can I buy and get a pound for free?"
Qiao Jinling found it funny and walked hand in hand with Song Yishan on campus.
She did not dress up deliberately and did not apply makeup. Instead, she appeared to have a delicate face. Her waist-length black hair was tied up casually. She had a big smiley face on the front of her white T-shirt and blue jeans, which outlined the outline of her legs, which were straight and slender.
"Buy it and give it to me."
Song Yishan looked at Qiao Jinling in front of him and truly felt that the appearance of some people was like a beam of light, illuminating life. He was grateful for the wonder of "fate", but if there was a slight error in the arrangement, it would be a pity that he had passed by.
He thanked Qiao Jinling for going out of her way to come to him. Even though she knew that he had forgotten many things, she still came bravely.
"Huh, so you gave it as a free gift? It's worthless, so I don't want it anymore. No wonder your surname is 'Song', it actually means 'gift'."
Qiao Jinling deliberately teased.
"Oh, so that's what my last name means. What about yours? How should you explain it as Joe?"
Song Yishan became interested and deliberately teased Qiao Jinling.
"Well, Qiao, I'm a girl, so I must be a female Qiao, isn't it just a cute girl? I'm naturally a lucky little girl, haha..."
After Qiao Jinling explained it herself, she felt very proud and couldn't help laughing.
"It's so unfair. I gave it to you as a gift. You are a sweet girl and must be full of good fortune. As expected, you studied journalism and are very good at explaining."
Song Yishan complained, took Qiao Jinling's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Jin Ling, you can really bring luck to others, you are a well-deserved little girl."
"Yeah, yes, by the way, your speech today was really impressive and well-spoken."
Qiao Jinling thought of Song Yishan's style and couldn't help but praise him.
But Song Yishan said slightly worriedly: "The speech is a speech, and the reality is reality. China's accession to the WTO is indeed a strategic decision that assesses the situation and is far-sighted. It is an important step in reform and opening up. China has fought for 16 years before knocking on the door of the WTO."
"Although there are great opportunities, there are also many challenges. I don't know what the future will hold."
"Are you worried about the future? I know this question, just ask me!"
Qiao Jinling was very proud, pursed his lips, nodded frequently, and looked at Song Yishan with encouraging eyes.
"Oh, what do you think will happen? You look like you know everything. Have you ever been to the future?"
"Of course, I've been there. After 20 years, many things will be different. We will be deeply integrated with the world, integrated into one, and show our own responsibility as a great country. That's why we need excellent diplomats like you to help us in the
Fight for it on the international stage."
Qiao Jinling suddenly approached Song Yishan's ear and whispered: "I'll give you a date. December 11, 2001."
"December 11, 2001? What does that mean?"
Song Yishan didn't understand the special significance of this day.
"You will know then. My dear Mr. Diplomat."
Qiao Jinling blinked. Fortunately, she was good at politics. On December 11, 2001, China officially signed the WTO accession agreement in Doha, Qatar, becoming the 143rd member and entering 20 years of rapid development.
Everyone is caught up in it, for better or for worse, perhaps too quickly, and people begin to miss the past that is not so fast, such as 1999, the last year of the twentieth century, which is about to pass.