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On July 7, the Los Angeles Olympics was held as scheduled.

"This Spielberg is quite good at creating momentum."

In the public lounge area of ​​the hotel lobby, Fangyan crossed his legs and flipped through the latest issue of the San Francisco Times.

Taking advantage of the Olympics, which is themed "Love and Peace", the film promoted "Saving Private Ryan" in disguise, with the subtitle reading:

"May there be no war and eternal peace in the world."

"elder brother!"

Fang Yan, Gong Xing and others, wearing casual short-sleeved shirts and long pants and sun hats, walked out of the elevator together.

"Don't be anxious, check again to see if all the items have expired?" Fangyan smiled.

"Everything is ready. Telescope, mineral water, snacks..."

Gong Xing unzipped the bag and said, "There is also the five-star red flag."

"Then let's go!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Yan, along with Mike, Pan Yaoming, Bai Ruoxue and others, headed towards the Los Angeles Memorial Stadium in a mighty procession.

There are 16 ticket gates at the entrance, and there is a long queue at each ticket gate. Audiences from all over the world gather here.

Although the current public security in America is not so bad that you can buy things for free, there are still many people who guard their bags carefully.

After all, if it doesn't steal, it's not France; if it doesn't rob, it's not Italy; if it steals and robs, it's England; if it robs and then shoots, it's the United States.

Fangyan looked around but could not find Nie Hualing and others in the crowd. Instead, he saw many Chinese and overseas Chinese waving red flags in groups of three or five. They were obviously organized chambers of commerce and other groups. It was estimated that they all came for the Chinese Olympic delegation.

After a while, people entered the venue one after another.

Following the instructions provided by the volunteers, everyone found their seats and sat down.

Gong Xing looked around and couldn't help but sigh: "When can we also host the Olympic Games?"

Fang Yan said, "It will be our turn sooner or later. Maybe we can even ask China to hold more sessions in the future."

Bai Ruoxue, Li Zhi and others smiled at each other, thinking that Teacher Fang was just telling a joke.

Fang Yan vowed: "If we are entrusted with this, we will definitely do a better job than them!"

"That's no need to say it!"

Fang Yan thought of the grandeur of the Yanjing Olympics and said, "If we host it, it will be unprecedented, but it will be the last. There will be no other Olympics that can rival ours in the future. I'm afraid the only one who can surpass us is ourselves."

After hearing these words, even Gong Xian and his little sister, who trusted him the most, couldn't help but look skeptical. Just a few dishes, and he drank like this?

Fangyan didn't explain too much, just looked through the telescope and said, "It's better to go to the mortal world."

Although there was nothing amazing, it was neither like the Tokyo Olympics, with a hundred demons parading at night, nor like the Paris Olympics, with demons dancing wildly.

Of course, the 2028 American Olympics may turn out to be an even bigger joke.

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One program after another was performed, and finally it was the turn of the theme song of the Los Angeles Olympics.

Right on the stage in the center of the stadium, the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra played the "Olympic Fanfare and Theme".

After the song was over, delegations from different countries and regions came out accompanied by waves of applause.

"I'm coming!"

Following the direction of Fang Yan's finger, Fang Yan waved the red flag and looked in the direction.

When the Chinese delegation came out, the entire opening ceremony venue suddenly became boiling and the audience stood up and applauded.

Fang Yan put her hands on her hips and raised her chin, "That's the dress designed by my sister and brother-in-law!"

"You, you, I don't know how many times I've said it."

Gong Xing said this, but the smile on his face revealed his inner feelings, and he felt a sense of pride.

Fang Yan stuck out her tongue and said, "I wonder if mom, sister, and brother-in-law are watching TV now?"

At the same time, in Nanluoguxiang of Yanjing.

The slum was packed with people.

I saw neighbors on all sides and in the neighborhood, all of whom had brought benches and stools to grab a seat. If there was no place to sit, they would either stand or squat. Some even climbed up the walls and roofs, staring at the color TV with their eyes fixed.

Even if you can't see the picture clearly, as long as you can hear the sound, it's fine. This is the atmosphere of watching the game together!
Alone Better Together.

"Hey, was this dress really designed by Fang Hong and Yue Min?"

"Of course not, it's genuine!"

"This is so beautiful, so beautiful, Yuemin, do you sell suits like this in your store?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I want one too! When I get married in the future, I will wear this to get married!"

"You are such a brat, you are only 17 and you are already clamoring to get married. You are so shameless!"

"Hahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, everyone's faces were filled with bright and excited smiles.

Yang Xia was happy but frowned, "I wonder how Yanzi, Xiaoxiang and the others are doing?"

"Mom, don't worry about them, they will be fine..."

Before Fang Hong could finish her words, Han Yuemin suddenly stood up, and the faces of Fang Yan, Gong Xing and others seemed to appear in the picture just now.

"real or fake!"

"Where? Where is it?"

"It was only a few seconds, and it was long gone."

In an instant, the atmosphere became chaotic, with everyone talking at once.

"It's okay, it's okay. We've got a video here." Han Yuemin said, "Just play the tape and you'll definitely find it."

Yang Xia stared at the TV and saw the Chinese delegation marching into the venue in orderly steps.

The accompaniment played on the scene was actually "Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention", which was actually a good intention of the Olympic Committee.

When the Chinese delegation entered the venue, the accompaniment music was still "Three Disciplines and Eight Points for Attention".

Fang Yan and others were very curious, "Brother, why is this happening?"

"This is intended to allow athletes from both sides of the Taiwan Strait to enter the stadium to the sound of the same music."

Fangyan gave a brief explanation.

The well-known "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention" originated from the Prussian military song "Kaiser Wilhelm's Training Song".

When the Qing Dynasty was training new troops, the Governor of Huguang Zhang Zhidong used this song as a marching song. In the Republic of China period, the various factions of the Beiyang warlords and the National Revolutionary Army all used this song to add new lyrics to make military songs, such as the "National Revolutionary Army Song".

Even later, this song was still widely used by the Eighth Route Army and the People's Liberation Army.

"It seems that this Olympic Committee has put a lot of effort into this."

Gong Xing said with emotion.

Fang Yan looked left and right, "So, how many medals can we win this time?"

"Ten?"

Li Zhi stretched out a finger unconfidently. After all, up to now, China’s medal commemoration has always been “0”.

"More than that." Bai Ruoxue held up two fingers, "I think at least 20!"

Fang Yan shook her head repeatedly: "Too little, too little!"

Gong Xing and Fang Yan looked at each other, then asked, "Yanzi, tell me, how many do you think you can get?"

"At least I can get 30 medals!" Fang Yan clenched her fists and said, "As for gold medals, I'll get one-third, so 10 is fine!"

Mike suggested: "How about we make a bet? How about who can guess the closest to the final result?"

"Yan Zi, I support you. You should get at least 30 medals." Fang Yan touched her head.

"I guess 40!" Mike said bluntly.

Bai Ruoxue, Fang Yan and others were very puzzled. They couldn't believe that a foreigner like you was a radical. Instead, they, the radicals, seemed conservative.

Mike said seriously: "I have practiced martial arts in the Yanjing Wushu Team. Chinese athletes are really amazing!"

Seeing everyone speaking out their guesses, Gong Xing smiled faintly, "I hope the more the better. Tomorrow there will be a men's 60-round slow-fire pistol competition. I hope we can get off to a good start!" (End of this chapter)