A Boring Flight

Having obtained his new identity, Wei Xiuming boarded a plane to a country across the ocean the very next day. With S.H.I.E.L.D.. opening a back door, all his identity documents, visas, and passports were quickly processed.

Of course, Wei Xiuming wouldn't go alone. Black Eggplant had gathered a group of scientists from somewhere and formed an international technical exchange team with Wei Xiuming. They had already communicated with the other side and arranged for the structural force detection device to be transported there. Someone would be handing it over immediately.

Going forward, everything from food and lodging to communication with relevant technical personnel will be arranged. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.. is a global organization, and they will give us that much face.

On the plane, Wei Xiuming held his passport with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He was eager to get back home. This was the first time he had ever flown on a commercial airliner, both in his past and present lives. Whether in the X-Men world or the current world, he usually traveled by helicopter or fighter jet.

While idly flipping through his passport, Wei Xiuming almost vomited blood at first glance. He thought that the Black Eggplant would give him a name like "Peter Zhao" or "Charlie Qian" for his Asian mixed-race disguise, but this man directly gave him a Japanese identity named "Jotaro Kujo," and the background of this identity was also set in great detail.

"Could Black Eggplant also be a time traveler?"

With this question in mind, Wei Xiuming crumpled the paper containing his identity information into a ball and held it in his hand. The force of the Magnetic Field Rotation pulverized it into dust.

"Hello, are you going to China?"

The girl sitting next to Wei Xiuming was of Asian descent. After settling her luggage, she noticed that her neighbor was a tall, mixed-race man. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she spoke in slightly accented English.

"Isn't this flight a direct route to the capital?"

Upon hearing the girl's words, Wei Xiuming suspiciously took out his itinerary and checked it. He then confirmed that he was indeed on a direct flight and nodded in response, "Yes."

"Oh, I'm from that country. If you're going there for tourism, you can contact me. I can be your tour guide." The girl said excitedly but not too flamboyantly, then extended her hand to Wei Xiuming: "My name is..."

The girl was estimated to be less than 1.6 meters tall. In front of Wei Xiuming, whose physique had not changed, she was as small as a baby, with her outstretched palm showing.

Wei Xiuming didn't bother to remember the girl's name. Out of politeness, he shook her hand and replied, "My name is Sora... um, you can call me Carl El." Wei Xiuming spoke the last part in Chinese.

Although she didn't quite fit Wei Xiuming's criteria for a partner, it wasn't because the girl was pretty that Wei Xiuming ignored her.

"Your Chinese is amazing, you don't have a single accent." The girl, oblivious to Wei Xiuming's impatience, continued to chat enthusiastically, "Chinese is the most difficult language in the world. It must have been incredibly hard for you to learn, and you speak it so well."

"Because that's my mother tongue!" Wei Xiuming looked at the girl next to him with a suspicious gaze. "What made you have the illusion that I'm a foreigner?"

"Huh?" The girl's expression froze. "Your appearance..."

Wei Xiuming smiled and said, "There are fifty-six ethnic groups. Can you memorize all their names? And there are some who look like foreigners, so judging whether I am a foreigner based on my appearance is a bit too arbitrary."

The girl murmured a few words, unable to speak. She had never been challenged in this way before.

"Haha, just kidding. I never thought that someone who considers himself an expert on China could fool a real China like you." Wei Xiuming's smile widened, and he really did look like one.

The girl gave an awkward laugh, hesitated for a moment before asking, "So, may I ask, what brings you to China?"

"Oh, miss, you've asked me so many questions already. In exchange, shouldn't I ask you one now?" Wei Xiuming said with a smile, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

The girl was taken aback, not expecting Wei Xiuming to ask such a question. After carefully choosing her words, she finally said, "Handsome, you possess both the sculpted features of a Westerner and the delicate features of an Easterner."

Wei Xiuming smiled but didn't reply. From takeoff to landing, the girl didn't interact with Wei Xiuming again. What she thought would be a wonderful chance encounter turned out to be a strange guy.

Throughout the journey, Wei Xiuming, sitting by the window, listlessly gazed at the scenery outside, inwardly lamenting how severely cultural invasion had distorted aesthetics.

Just look at the difference between Greek female statues and the "high-fashion faces" touted in the West today, and you'll see how different they are. One is naturally delicate and soft, while the other is a distorted face that seems to have been catalyzed.

This demonstrates the immense influence of cultural propaganda on public aesthetics. Even if a person's appearance deviates from popular beauty standards, she can still be considered a stunning beauty if the propaganda is effective.

Or perhaps it's the influence of a foreign-worshipping mentality. No matter how excellent a Chinese person is, they will be attacked, while a foreign trash will be paid to serve them in China. Even if they know nothing but their mother tongue, they can be touted as a senior foreign teacher when they are hired by a tutoring institution.

However, Wei Xiuming only thought about these things when he was bored. He couldn't change such a collective phenomenon on his own. Compared to the things he had to deal with next, these were nothing.

After a long flight, the plane landed on the runway. Once it came to a stop, Wei Xiuming unbuckled his seatbelt over the intercom, took his luggage, and disembarked with the team members arranged by Black Eggplant. They went to the terminal to wait for the people who were picking them up and for the equipment that had been checked in.

"Mr. Kent Clark, is that right?"

As Wei Xiuming was immersed in the familiar, noisy sounds of his hometown dialect, a man in a suit walked straight towards him. Once Wei Xiuming's real name was called, the agents posing as experts immediately became alert, their right hands reaching into their pockets... but they found nothing. Before leaving, Black Eggplant had made them hand over all their weapons and equipment, not even leaving them the most basic concealed communicators; they had to buy their own cell phones later.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to pick you up." The man took out a printed sheet of paper and waved it in front of the agents. After reading the contents, the group relaxed; it was the pre-arranged rendezvous code.

The man looked at Wei Xiuming: "Nick Fury has already communicated your objectives to me, and I've arranged the specific itinerary, including technical exchanges with various universities specializing in geophysics."

"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zheng Xian."