The strongest city king in history

Chapter 117 A Day Trip to New York
New York, the largest city in America.

Standing at the exit of Kennedy Airport, Li Liyan was carrying a small schoolbag, stretched out his hands, and made a crackling sound, like the clicking of gears. The girl next to him was dragging the suitcase and looked at Li Liyan dumbfounded.

"Student Liyan, are you a robot?" Zhang Yang said half-jokingly.

"Haha, student Zhang, I'm much better than a robot." Li Liyan also made a joke.I couldn't help but feel amused by the girl's name.This girl who looks flamboyant is actually called "Zhang Yang", yes, her surname is Zhang Yang!
It was already dark at this moment, Li Liyan stopped a taxi and prepared to go directly to the hotel he booked.

Zhang Yang girl was the first to catch up with the driver. "I'm with him!" While struggling to drag the suitcase to the trunk.

"Hey, aren't you a student of New York University? Are you not going back?" Li Liyan said.

"I don't see anyone coming to pick you up. It's your first time in the United States, and you don't know the place well. What should you do if you've been cheated? It's better for me to take you to familiarize yourself with it. You don't have to be polite!" Zhang Yang tried his best to cover it. The trunk, clapped his hands, and said with a smile on his face.

Li Liyan was moved by the girl's kindness, so he stopped talking and just nodded silently, letting the girl get in the car first.

"Yeah!" Zhang Yang cheered when she saw Li Liyan's tacit action.

"Master, go to the Madison Hotel." After sitting down, Li Liyan said directly to the driver.

"Sorry?" The driver looked confused, obviously not understanding Chinese.

Zhang Yang immediately translated Li Liyan's words in English.Looking at Li Liyan with admiration, "Student Liyan, you are too good. You can't speak English. You came to America alone."

Li Liyan rolled his eyes, who said I can't, it's just that I forgot.

Immediately, he recited a poem in a very standard Oxford accent:

"He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I heavens' embroidered clothes,

Enwrought with golden and silver light.
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,

Of night and light and the half light.
I would spread the clothes under your feet,

But I, being poor, have only my dreams.
I have spread my dreams under your feet,

Tread softly because you out read on my dreams."

Zhang Yang was stunned when he heard this, he stared blankly at Li Liyan in front of him, and said quietly, "You are not a Chinese from England, are you?"

But the driver didn't understand the meaning of the poem, but was startled by Li Liyan's correct accent, and kept sighing.

"Isn't this guy the illegitimate son of the British royal family?"

Zhang Yang looked at Li Liyan resentfully, "You are so good at English, yet you pretend to be so innocent."

"I've never been abroad before, so I forgot about it." Li Liyan looked at Zhang Yang with a red nose, and said with innocent eyes.

"No way, you have never been abroad, so how do you speak English so well and your pronunciation is so standard?" Zhang Yang remembered how hard he had been studying TOEFL before going abroad, memorizing words until the sky was dark, and finally went through thousands of years. After a lot of hard work to the United States, the pronunciation was still ridiculed.Even now, my English still has an accent.

Enjoying Zhang Yang's worship, Li Liyan felt elated.

(End of this chapter)