He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but Pu Chuntai suddenly opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw Hu Lai standing behind the partition, still looking at him.

"What are you doing?" Pu Chuntai's tone was not very good.

Hu Lai spread his hands and looked innocent: "I came back from going to the toilet. I was about to sit down."

After saying that, he really sat down.

Park Suntae felt relieved and closed her eyes again.

But soon he opened his eyes again and glanced above the partition.

I didn't see that mean face this time.

He then felt relieved and prepared to fall asleep completely.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening in London, and he should go to bed.

When he closed his eyes, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes peeking at him from behind the partition, or that there was a mobile phone rising up from behind the partition, with the lens facing him...

This made him couldn't help but open his eyes again. Whether it was peeping eyes or a mobile phone camera, where else could it be?

So was it just my hallucination?

He closed his eyes again, and the feeling of being spied on came over him again, making him nervous.

He thought since this is an illusion, then I don't care about it...

Pu Chuntai turned around, facing away from Hu Lai's seat, trying to be out of sight and out of mind.

But he also thought, what if? What if Hu Lai took out his cell phone while he was letting his guard down...

no!

Park Soon-tae turned back so that he could see what was happening behind the partition as soon as he opened his eyes.

But when he turned around, the calf of his right foot hit the edge of the chair, and a slight pain seemed to come from him, which made him frown again.

This body...has not recovered 100% yet!

When he thought of sitting next to Hu Lai, who was very interested in his injuries, Park Soon-tai's nervous heart could not let go.

Then when he thought about having to stay in this dangerous environment for a full eleven hours, Park Soon Tai felt so tired...

He simply stood up again. As soon as he stood up, Hu Lai next door looked up at him: "Brother, do you want to go to the toilet?"

This guy is really concerned about my situation!

Park Suntai's mouth twitched: "No."

After saying that, he turned around and looked around, and found that there were actually a few seats in the first-class cabin this time that seemed to be empty.

Maybe he could ask the flight attendant to change seats?

As soon as this idea popped up in Pu Chuntai's mind, he rejected it himself:

No! What would happen to me? Am I a deserter? What would Hu Lai think? He must think that I am a coward who was run away by him!

Then if this kid adds fuel to the fire in front of the media in their country, how will the media publicize it?

Park Soon Tae seems to have been able to imagine the shocking headlines in the media at that time.

"Hu Lai joked that Park Soon Tae ran away on the plane!"

"Shocking, Park Soon-tae and Hu Lai met on the plane, and they actually took the initiative to retreat!"

…

So how can you change seats?

Thinking of this, Park Suntae lay back on the chair and looked at the entertainment screen in front of him with wide eyes.

As he watched, his eyelids slowly drooped, and his head drooped little by little.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane has launched..."

Along with the stewardess's gentle announcement on the cabin PA, the fuselage vibrated slightly and started to move.

At the same time, Park Soon-tae, who had fallen asleep, was woken up. His body trembled, and he raised his head and looked at the partition almost like a conditioned reflex.

It was quiet there, nothing happened.

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PS, the paragraph about the purchasing power of the British pound in the previous chapter caused some controversy.

It's my fault that I didn't explain it at the end of the chapter.

I have never been to the UK, and I can only find information about the purchasing power of the pound in the UK through online searches. The so-called explanation of two pounds for a week's breakfast is also from an international student sharing how she saves money, one hundred pounds a month.

Found it in the post.

My understanding at the time was that one bag of bread was one pound and two bags of bread were two pounds. The solution should be the cost of breakfast staple food. After all, some people only eat a piece of bread for breakfast.

The author of that post seems to be a girl. If she has a smaller appetite, it might be possible.

Of course, I don’t know how much a regular breakfast costs in the UK.

Different people's consumption levels should be different.

The requirements and appetite for breakfast are also different.

If there are more samples, maybe I can guess a price close to normal living standards?

Dear readers who have experience living in the UK, please feel free to give me some advice.

But in the final analysis, as I said at the end of the chapter on Disneyland Paris, if there is anything that is not completely consistent with reality, don’t worry about it, just think of it as a difference between two parallel times and spaces.
Chapter completed!