I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 79 A gentleman has something to do and something not to do!

The organizing committee members looked at Nakamura with mockery and indifference in their eyes.

It was as if he was looking at a dead person.

Seeing this look, Nakamura knew he was finished!

This life is over.

Is there really evidence in this phone?

Seeing this, Xichuan hurried out and tried to save something, "Leader, may I ask what evidence you have? Can you show us?"

"What?" As soon as he said this, he was blocked by the Chinese side of the organizing committee. "Do you think we will slander you out of thin air, or do you want to sit in this position on the organizing committee?"

The ruthlessness in his words was fully displayed.

When it comes to matters concerning our daily lives and our country, our people tend to have an inexplicable sense of hatred.

Not to mention seeing the video in the phone.

"We are asking you to go back now to save your face and the face of the entire Olympic Games. I hope you will not be ungrateful. Otherwise, if our face is torn, it will not be us who will be embarrassed!"

These words made Xichuan's old face turn red.

"Since you like commanding so much, why don't you come with us!"

Xichuan didn't expect that he would get into trouble because of a single sentence.

"No, no, no, um, sorry, I won't go!"

"I'm not discussing this with you!" The Chinese member of the organizing committee was very firm in his attitude. "I'm just notifying you!"

Seeing this, Coach Nishikawa had no choice but to compromise.

Who made it so that there are no people from their Sakura Country in the organizing committee!

After all, the members of the organizing committee of this Olympic Games must be from the United Nations.

Non-UN countries are not eligible to join the organizing committee.

This is also the reason why the Chinese side spoke so impolitely.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten!

Stand at attention when you are beaten!

Being treated like this, Xichuan looked very unhappy.

He hates!

He hated why his country did not join the United Nations. If it had, wouldn't there be someone speaking for him today?

He also hated Nakamura who was standing next to him. If he hadn't spoken up for him, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed in public!
He also hated the fat guy in front of him named Zhang Wei. He looked like a bad guy. He was so young, but he was obsessed with Da Lei all day long!
He hated Wang Xiaoming even more. He had already achieved so many honors and was at such a high position, but he still wanted to wade into this muddy water. What on earth do you want to do?
Of course, as a person living a simple life, Xichuan may never understand the reason behind this in his lifetime.

"Okay, okay, stop taking pictures and disperse!" The people from the organizing committee tried their best to maintain order at the scene.

But with such big news, no one would back down.

The room was still filled with flash lights, and microphones were constantly being passed to Nakamura Higashi and others.

"Hello, Mr. Nakamura, may I ask why you were taken away by the organizing committee? Is there really something wrong with you?"

"Excuse me, Mr. Nakamura, is there really any so-called evidence in that phone? In this case, does it mean that Wang Chuqin's racket was really broken by you?"

"Mr. Nishikawa, why were only people from your country of Sakura taken away?"

"Mr. Nishikawa, Mr. Nakamura, you just lost to Huaxia in the game. Does this mean that you can't afford to lose so you are doing something behind my back?"

"Mr. Nakamura, was it you who broke the racket, or was it Mr. Nishikawa who broke it?"

Hearing this question, Xichuan jumped up immediately: "I tell you, don't accuse me of something without any evidence!"

"I'm suing you for slander, slander!" "Stop slandering, come with us!"

In the end, Nishikawa and his group had no choice but to follow the organizing committee and others to investigate.

When Wang Xiaoming passed by Xichuan, he couldn't help but ask the question in his mind.

"Ming Jun, you have obviously received so many honors and hold such a high position. According to what you Chinese people say, you should be prudent and protect yourself. But why do you insist on getting involved in this mess?"

Facing Xichuan's sincere eyes, Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and replied to him in time.

"You have only heard the Chinese saying of prudent self-preservation. Have you heard another saying?"

"What?" Xichuan stopped and listened carefully.

Wang Xiaoming smiled and explained: "A gentleman should do what he should do and should not do what he should not do!"

"What, what do you mean?" Obviously, although Xichuan had some understanding of Chinese culture, he was not yet proficient in it.

Little did he know that he was pushed by the people from the Chinese organizing committee behind him.

"It means that you, a young man, will do something that has no bottom line!"

"What does this ratio mean?"

"Let's go now!"

After giving Wang Xiaoming a look, the Chinese side and other members of the organizing committee left with Nakamura and others.

After these people left, the scene suddenly exploded!
All the Chinese spectators burst into thunderous cheers.

For a moment, the Xiao Ri Shi contestants who were still present felt as if they were engulfed by a group of red flames.

Heart palpitating!

Similarly, at this time on the Internet, the video of Wang Xiaoming catching the criminals in a humble manner quickly spread.

Wang Xiaoming was even jokingly called a model of anti-Japanese hero for the younger generation.

This nickname spread quickly among Olympic athletes like a Southeast Asian hurricane.

For example, Natasha, a track and field athlete from the Romantic Country, and Carly, a swimmer from the Beautiful Country, have also seen this nickname.

The moment they saw the nickname, they all smiled in unison.

"This king is really anti-Japanese."

Although the entire Internet was celebrating, and all the Chinese audience and contestants at the scene were celebrating, Wang Xiaoming could not be happy.

As soon as these people left, he felt a little empty.

The killer's instinct told him that things would not be so simple this time!
However, the state has already intervened in the matter, so it is not convenient for him to interfere any further.

"Brother Ming, thank you!" Big Head held his stolen ball and came over to give Wang Xiaoming a big hug.

"It's nothing, don't mention it!" Looking at Datou's broken racket, Wang Xiaoming fell into deep thought, always feeling like he had forgotten something.

Before he could think about it, he saw Zhang Wei standing beside him turned around and walked away with a sad and depressed look on his face.

"Fatty, where are you going?"

Zhang Wei didn't even turn his head: "I want to go home!"

"Go home? There are still so many games to watch, why do you want to go home?"

Zhang Wei turned around and looked at Wang Xiaoming in grief and anger: "How can I still have the face to stay here? Everyone knows that there is a fat guy in China who likes photography!"

Wang Xiaoming was speechless for a moment: "Ah Wei."

"Ah Wei is already dead, what idol did you pick? I'm determined to return to this home, and even Jesus can't stop me!"

(End of this chapter)