The day before the election, the newspapers were almost full of news about the election, and the TV also kept scrolling intensively about the election.

Although it was the last day before the election, the two presidential candidates Bush and Gore were still doing their best and never stopped for a moment, because maybe voters from these places who have voted today will choose themselves tomorrow morning if they open their eyes?

Looking at the noise on TV and newspapers, and looking at the number of policemen on the streets, Britt Marling felt very bored, and remembered the person who spoke about his charity concept in a spirited way, and also the night when the hotel was crazy and very happy.

Although she knew that under the current situation, whoever takes the initiative first would be passive, she still called Feng Yiping, "I am concerned about that free rice website," she thought when she dialed the phone.

However, as soon as the phone was connected, what she asked had nothing to do with the website, "Where are you now?"

"According to the plan, I should have returned to China, but I especially want to experience the most important event in the so-called universal democracy, so I stayed there for a few more days. What about you, didn't attend classes?"

"Just finished lunch, what are you doing?"

Just after lunch, Feng Yiping looked at his watch and it was already past four o'clock. Then he immediately remembered that there was a three-hour time difference between California and Washington.

"I'm in a cafe on Sunset Avenue in Hollywood, waiting to see the stars,"

"Then which stars do you expect to see?" As he spoke, Ma Ling was chasing an empty mineral water bottle on the road and kicking.

"Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, Jessica Alba, Natalie Portman, Kate Beckinsale...," Feng Yiping said the names of many Hollywood female movie stars without any grudges. He listened to the other end of the phone and said slowly, "But, what I want to see most now is Britt Marling."

"Tsk," the other side laughed, "I'm not a star."

You will be dear.

"Besides, I don't like such a luxurious place in Hollywood,"

In the future, you will still dive into this dear.

"I have been busy for so many days without stopping. Tomorrow, while I was inspecting and observing the election voting, I also planned to go to Disneyland. Unfortunately, I am not familiar with the place, I have no relatives, and I don't even have a friend. If I want to play, I can only be with my own shadow. It's really a miserable thing to say."

He translated the ancient poem literally. After hearing it, Ma Ling immediately said, "Where are you going to have many sad things? Besides, why can't you find someone to tell me about the person you are carrying?"

"Well, he was left in San Francisco by his girlfriend. I am really alone now." I was idle and idle, Feng Yiping continued to pretend to be pitiful, "I wonder if there will be a passionate American people to accompany me?"

"I won't say it anymore, I'm going to class," hung up the phone.

Feng Yiping smiled. It was too common for these American men and women who did not have a fixed partner. What did he think?

I don’t know what the stars are doing, are they busy discussing tomorrow’s voting, or go to the two candidates’ campaign headquarters to support it. Feng Yiping sat in the open-air cafe for more than 40 minutes, but he didn’t see any one. Not to mention the big shot, he didn’t even see a familiar little shot.

It's boring to eat alone, and when I walked slowly towards the hotel along the way, I ate some unparalleled things, such as hot dog burritos, sandwiches, donuts, ice cream, etc. The taste is good and the taste is loose. When I returned to the hotel, my stomach was full.

The girl at the front desk smiled and called out Feng Yiping's name. Although the pronunciation was still weird, at least she could hear it without much effort. Moreover, her smile looked very sincere, which was very different from the very professional smiling faces she saw in her hotel. How did they do this?

Lying on the balcony surrounding the room, Feng Yiping held a glass of wine and looked at the dazzling night view of Beverly Hills. He felt a little boring. It would be better if there was someone around him.

Ma Ling sneaked back to the dormitory midway through class, saying, "I must be crazy", while stuffing clothes into her bag. When she went out, she also sent a text message to her roommate, "I'm not here tonight, please call someone to come."

Feng Yiping, who was sleeping on the bed, was confused and heard the phone ringing. He couldn't even look at it, "Where are you living?" There was also the sound of plane taking off and landing in the background sound over there.

"Four Seasons Hotel," he replied like a murmur, and then suddenly woke up and sat up. "Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills," he looked at the time. It was already past midnight. "Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, I'll take a taxi,"

"Then you pay attention to safety,"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yiping was completely sleepy and went to the bathroom to check it out. After coming out, he looked at the scenery outside the window and felt that it was a little more dazzling.

Three minutes later, the door was knocked and opened. Ma Ling, who was carrying a travel bag, flashed in. While crashing into his arms, he did not forget to close the door with his feet.

When Feng Yiping and others finally had the opportunity to speak, they asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"

"Eat you first," his most immediately got blocked.

This girl is so fierce, but Feng Yiping is not afraid at all.

They moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then returned to the bedroom from the bathroom. During this period, Ma Ling said the word that started with "f" many times, and her voice rarely stopped. The high notes and the low notes made Feng Yiping, who was very public, worried about the sleep quality of the tenants in the next room tonight.

Moreover, American girls also care about their feelings in this matter and will clearly state their requirements, and these requirements have made Feng Yiping's mood even higher.

After a long time, the battle temporarily set a rest. Feng Yiping looked at the messy quilt and moved his shoulders, "Go and wash?"

But he didn't get an echo. When he saw that Ma Ling, who was flushed on his face, was already asleep on one side of his arm.

It seems that this exercise is indeed more helpful for sleeping than sleeping pills.

At this time, on TV that has not been turned off, the presidential election has begun, and it is now live broadcast in northern New Hampshire, a small village near the US-Canada border.

At about midnight Eastern Time, Dixville Pass Village, the first village of the US election, twelve registered voters got up from their beds, walked out of their homes, and at the polling station not far outside the village, revealing their solemn vote.

Feng Yiping has been insisting on seeing the voting results of this village come out. In the end, among the twelve voters, Gore and Bush Jr., both got 6 votes. To be continued.
Chapter completed!