The staff's bad attitude shocked everyone.

Nuannuan stopped playing the game, put down the phone, and looked up.

On the other hand, Mo Qingyu's face was full of an unsurprised expression.

"What are you..."

Xu Ziheng was not someone to be offended, and his face immediately darkened.

However, before he could finish speaking, the staff member suddenly looked behind him and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Immediately afterwards, several staff members threw them off and quickly headed towards the exit.

The team members were all surprised. When they turned around, they saw several young foreign students walking out of the airport. The staff took the initiative to greet them, quickly started talking to them, and even helped them carry their suitcases.

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"What... is this? Who are these people?" Wu Yuan asked stupidly.

Before anyone could answer him, the reporters on the side also reacted. Each one of them looked happy and rushed towards the group of people. The camera focused on them and took pictures wildly, and the flash lights turned on.

Some reporters directly held up the microphone and rushed to interview.

Seeing this posture, Xu Ziheng had already guessed something, and immediately frowned, "M National Team?"

Mo Qingyu nodded, "Yes, uncle, this should be the M national team. There are several people here who also came to participate in IMO last year. I can recognize them."

Hearing this, Xu Ziheng's face became darker.

Wu Yuan is a nerd with little social experience. He has not yet reacted, "Mo Qingyu, what is going on? Why can't I understand? Why are the staff so enthusiastic about people from country M?"

"Is there any other reason? Is this discrimination? Some countries are used to being arrogant and have never tolerated us Chinese." Han Jiayu's face turned red with anger.

Mo Qingyu nodded first, but then quickly shook his head, "It's discrimination, but it's not just because we are from China. It's because... we haven't had good results in several years.

We fell out of the first tier, so it’s normal for the organizing committee to look down on us.”

"Because of this?" Wu Yuan couldn't believe it.

Xu Ziheng sneered, "What else? Do you think the mathematics competition is just a competition between you students? Since you have formed a national team and come here, you are representing your own country! You lose not only your own people, but also your own country.

Disgraced the whole country of China!"

"Moreover, academic competitions are very fair. If you are not as good as others, even if others despise you, you can't protest. Have you seen those reporters? They only interview celebrity contestants. Now they surround people from M country. Back then,

They once surrounded me! Those of you who can’t get a ranking are certainly not worth others’ waste of film.”

Xu Ziheng was very rude in his words. He simply pointed at the noses of several team members and scolded them.

However, because he has sufficient capital, no one can refute him.

As Xu Ziheng said, in the past when Xu Ziheng participated in IMO, the Chinese national team had always won the team championship in IMO and was unparalleled. At that time, reports about IMO were everywhere. A few months before the competition started, there were media

Started posting messages.

Unlike now, their national team has arrived in Australia, and few domestic media have reported on this matter.

As for those who came to Australia for interviews, there was no one at all.

Even the media in your own country feel that they are not ranked and not worthy of reporting. How can you blame the foreign media for not taking them seriously?

Mo Qingyu also lowered his head to reflect, but quickly raised his head and whispered: "Then... then this year is different? We have NANA! NANA alone can be worth ten of them! NANA's

Her appearance is inferior to that talented young star player from Country M..."

"Are you still not convinced?" Xu Ziheng glared at Mo Qingyu, "Yes, we have NANA, but no matter how strong NANA is, she can only do one test paper and get a perfect score. It is impossible to get a group

Champion. You all cheer me up. You must get high scores this year, do you hear me?"

Everyone nodded one after another, their faces becoming solemn.

After half an hour, the group of reporters finally ended the interview.

The leader and members of Team M walked towards them.

The staff followed them with a flattering look on their faces and introduced as they walked: "This is from the Chinese national team. They arrived a while before you. You will have to take the same bus to the hotel with them later..."

"Haha, needless to say, isn't this an old acquaintance of mine?" A brown-haired man approached, his eyes fell on Xu Ziheng's face, and he immediately laughed out loud, "Xu Ziheng, the star player who had perfect scores in IMO for three consecutive years...

I didn't expect to meet you here."

Xu Ziheng shook hands with the other party expressionlessly, "Enoch, so you are now the leader of the national team of Country M? No wonder I haven't seen you at international conferences."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Enoch's face, but he soon sneered again, "Haha, I know that your academic achievements, Professor Xu, are higher than mine, but when it comes to teaching students, that is not necessarily the case. The Huaguo team is now

What do you think you need to say? Even reporters are too lazy to interview you..."

"So what? The game hasn't started yet, how do you know we won't become the dark horse in an upset this year?"

Facing Enoch's ridicule, Xu Ziheng looked very calm, "Perhaps, after this year's competition is over, reporters will pursue interviews with our Chinese star players."

"Hahahaha, are you kidding me?" Enoch laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. "Where did your Chinese star players come from? There was only one named Mo. He came to participate in a competition last year. The others were all

Are you a newbie and still want to become a star player?"

He said, pointing to a blond girl beside him, "Doris, say hello to Professor Xu. He is your senior and one of the most shining star players in IMO before."

Doris stepped forward, glanced at everyone in China with a haughty expression, and finally nodded towards Xu Ziheng.

Then, without saying a word, she turned around and returned to the team.

Not long after, her voice was vaguely heard: "Coach, why do you want to talk to those useless Chinese people? These yellow-skinned pigs have low IQs and can't even win a few gold medals. In the future, they will be academically

There will be no development. There is no need to deal with this kind of person. It is a waste of time. I might as well answer a few more questions!"

Hearing this, Ling Kun's expression suddenly changed, and he was so angry that his face was deformed.
Chapter completed!