In the boundless expanse of the universe, a space station floated silently, like an artificial island stranded in an ocean.
Inside the space station, the lighting was soft and bright. Astronauts of various skin tones sat around tables in twos and threes, enjoying a delicious lunch rich in flavor.
In one corner, a young Asian man stared intently at the screen on his wrist, his attention completely absorbed by the "international news" playing on it.
[Former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury successfully foiled a plot by alien rebels to impersonate personnel from other countries and carry out terrorist attacks. The Skrulls...]
"Zhang Peng! Are you even lishening to what I'm shaying? Hey!!"
A strange voice suddenly broke the peace. The young man frowned and reluctantly tore his gaze away from the screen.
The burly man sitting across from him looked rather disheveled, his hair like windblown weeds. With a pair of chopsticks in hand, he was currently locked in a fierce "battle" with a steaming bowl of noodles.
The big man's cheeks bulged with noodles. His chopsticks stirred haphazardly through the bowl, splashing broth everywhere, with a few drops nearly hitting the young man in the face.
Watching him, the young man's mouth twitched involuntarily. "Untangle your tongue before you talk. What's the matter, my dear Comrade Gorlasinov? Failed your Level Four Chinese exam again this year?"
The big man glared at him and tried to swallow his noodles so he could argue back, only to choke until his eyes rolled upward. He could do nothing but pound his chest. After finally recovering, he hurriedly gulped down some water before he could breathe properly again.
"Oh, my dear Comrade Peng, don't look down on me. I've conquered outer space. You think I can't conquer one little language exam?"
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