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洋酒的度数比他想象的高。
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送走邹韵后,云绥坐在花池边缓了阵酒劲才站起身,漫无目的地行走在哥大周围。
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红灯期间,他旁边多了一小撮叽叽喳喳的学生。
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“ugh! i really don't want to debate with those people from harvard!”
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“dammit!stop talking!it's painful!”
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“ah!i heard that the very skilled chinese debater will also be coming!”
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云绥眨了眨眼。
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虽然他喝了酒脑子有点慢,但敏锐地捕捉到了两个关键信息:“harvard”和“chinese”
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云绥晃了晃脑袋,悄悄往那边去了一步。
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“although i really don't want it to be true, but do you mean……”
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绿灯亮起,汽笛声吞没了白人女孩的最后一个词。
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云绥略带遗憾地叹了口气。
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几个学生看起来对这位来自哈佛的华人辩手颇为头疼,但只皱了一分钟眉就嘻嘻哈哈地过了马路。
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云绥跟在他们身后按了按眉心,嘲笑自己的胡乱联想。
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哈佛那么多华人留学生,会打辩论的更是大有人在,只两个词怎么就能
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