At the UN Human Rights Council, Country C's peacekeeping troops were commended for their outstanding performance in overseas rescue operations.
Vice-captain Zhang Yunling took the stage to receive the award and spoke on behalf of the captain.
As soon as Zhang Yunling opened his mouth, the members of the simultaneous interpretation team sitting in the side hall were all shocked.
"Team leader, he spoke off-script, and he didn't even speak Chinese!"
"It's not English either. It sounds a bit like the dialect from Africa!"
"Oh my god, why doesn't he, a Chinese, speak Chinese well!?"
"It's Fanagalo."
Guan Yue, who had just finished a meeting and was about to take a break, calmly sat back in his seat and put on his headphones: "I'll do it."
After the speech, the team members all high-fived and celebrated, hugging Guan Yue and crying with joy: "Goddess, you are the savior! You can even speak the language in such a corner!"
Guan Yue smiled lightly and said that this was just a routine operation.
After the meeting, Guan Yue walked through the corridor to get off work, when she was unexpectedly pulled into a dark corner by a pair of hands.
"I came back alive."
Zhang Yunling hugged Guan Yue tightly in his arms, buried himself on her shoulder and smelled her deeply.
"So, it's your turn to fulfill your promise and marry me."
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Childhood sweethearts grow up restlessly.