The two-hour class went quite quickly.
I feel that this kind of private small class teaching is very effective.
On the one hand, you can’t lose your concentration when teaching at close range in class.
On the other hand, the teacher will constantly adjust the teaching methods according to your situation. , some people like to learn in a relaxed and humorous way, while some people like formal and serious teaching, which varies from person to person. otbnkotgt "The next class will be in three days.
During this period, I will make adjustments based on the results of your questionnaire."
Emi Hiroma stood up and bowed slightly to us.
Yoshiko Ashiya immediately returned the bow, but I nodded with a smile without any intention of bending down. .
After she left, I sorted out my notebook, and when I was about to walk out, Yoshiko Ashiya suddenly stopped me: "Hey, how could you laugh at me today?"
I turned around and looked at her, wondering if I had offended the young lady and didn't want to talk to her.
Just as I was about to walk out, she caught up with me and said, "Why did you come to my university to see me last time?
I'm talking to you."
After catching up, she grabbed my arm with her hand.
When she saw that I was ignoring her, she became a little angry.
I turned around, looked at her hand holding mine, gently pushed it away and said, "The last time I came to see you, I just wanted to confirm that this Ashiya family dared to fool me with a dummy.
What does the little ghost look like?
I originally thought that the real one might be similar to the fake one, but now it seems that it is not as good as the fake one.
You don’t have to worry too much about whether I will marry you.
I am not very interested in the arrogant little princess."
After saying that, I turned around and walked out.
When I arrived at the door, I didn't even think about the two cars.
One was the car that picked up Yoshiko Ashiya, and the other was an off-road vehicle painted in bright red.
This car looked at me under the sun.
The colors are particularly chosen, and they are very dynamic and eye-catching.
"Whose car is it?
It belongs to Emi Hiroma."
I was a little surprised.
If it was really her car, then this woman really had a dual personality, a strong woman on one side and a gentle teacher on the other.
But I soon realized that I was overthinking it.
The driver's seat window rolled down, revealing Jun Yan's face, looking at me and shouting: "Get in the car."
I walked over in surprise and asked through the car window: "Why are you here?"
"You've been in Japan for so long, and I haven't had a proper drink with you.
It's too shameful.
I just have time today.
Get in the car."
He waved his hand, and I walked around to the other side of the car, opening the door and getting ready to sit down.
When he went up, he heard him shouting to Yoshiko Ashiya who was about to get in the car outside: "Yoshiko-chan" After a while, Ashiya Yoshiko also got into the car, which was a bit embarrassing.
"Fangzi, in order to make it easier for my brother to understand us, let's speak Chinese as much as possible, okay?"
Jun Yan asked, starting the car at the same time.
Ashiya Yoshiko nodded, her face turned slightly red as she looked at Jun Yan's smiling face.
Logically speaking, Ashiya Yoshiko and I were so quarrelsome, she probably wouldn't agree to eat with us, but she still got in the car.
There must be something in this.
Looking at her expression, I could guess some of the reasons.
I guess she came here for the sake of military affairs.
Jun Yan's appearance has changed a lot in the past few years.
How should I put it?
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He is the only person I know who has never had plastic surgery but seems to have changed his appearance after a while.
In fact, his facial features have definitely not changed.
What has changed are two things, one is his weight, and the other is his temperament.
In the early years when I first met Jun Yan, he was already a master who sat in Sanfu Tea House every day and listened to interesting stories from all over the world.
He is fat and has a big beard all day long.
He looks like a middle-aged and fat uncle.
But when we first met, he was actually only in his twenties, still young.
Later, a few years later, I saw him again.
He had lost a lot of weight all of a sudden.
You could even see the lumps on his arms and shoulders.
He had shaved off his beard and had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
He was quite handsome.
I also curiously asked him why he had lost weight.
He said that he went out for a walk and that was the same when he came back.
I looked at my small body again.
After living in the jungle for so many years, I was still skinny.
When I took off my clothes, I was just skin and bones.
Now, we are both about the same age, and both of us are on the move.
Not to mention my face, although he looks a bit older, his skin is still smooth and his facial features are quite handsome.
Added to his mature and steady temperament after getting older, many women can't stand the male hormones. .
The two of us sometimes go to the bar for a drink, and girls often come over to give us numbers.
I looked at the scene in the car.
Ashiya Yoshiko turned into a good girl in front of Jun Yan.
She didn't look like a arrogant little princess at all.
She kept shouting "Ouni-san" and almost threw herself into Jun Yan's arms. .
"Where are we going to eat?"
I asked while sitting in the car and lighting a cigarette.
"Ahem, can you please stop smoking?"
Ashiya Yoshiko shouted in disgust.
At this moment, Jun Yan happened to light a cigarette, but Ashiya Yoshiko turned around and took a tissue and handed it over to flick the ashes.
The difference in treatment was clear at a glance.
"I know a very good restaurant.
The owner is a friend of mine.
There are not many people there but the food is delicious.
Moreover, they offer a home-brewed sake that is very delicious and tastes a bit like ours in China.
"Lao Baigan."
When we arrived at the place, we parked the car and sat in the restaurant.
It was already dark outside.
There were not many customers, but the boss and the waiter were quite enthusiastic.
I have to mention here that the service industry in Japan is still very good, and the waiters are quite good.
Enthusiasm, in Japanese, is called vitality.
After the food was served and the wine poured, the three of them started chatting.
"Sister Fangzi, guess how old Ba Xiaoshan is," Jun Yan said with a smile after taking a sip of wine.
"Is he?"
Yoshiko Ashiya looked at me and said, "At twenty, I think you might be a little younger than me."
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Hearing this, Jun Yan laughed loudly, while I shook my head helplessly.
My face has never changed, and it is indeed easy for people to misunderstand it.
"Everyone regrets it after they have passed their youth.
Shanzi, it's great that you can stay young forever, haha."
Jun Yan's coquettish words were all one after another.
"I'm in my thirties and almost forty."
I said depressedly and took a sip of wine.
"Impossible" Yoshiko Ashiya looked at me in surprise, then came over and took a closer look.
Not to mention that she was so close and a girl's fragrance came to her face.
I quickly stepped back and said, "Girl, don't So close to me."
"How can I see if you have wrinkles or something if you don't get closer?
It's strange, are you really in your thirties?"
She came closer again, and the atmosphere was immediately ambiguous.
Of course, I felt more embarrassed.
"How did you stay so young for so many years?"
she asked strangely.
"This is a long story.
Sister Fangzi, do you want to hear a story?"
Jun Yan next to him asked in a low voice.
"story" "The story about this man you hate."
Jun Yan was drinking, the lights in the restaurant were soft, Ashiya Yoshiko looked at me in surprise and then at Jun Yan, and nodded.
Junyi knew my affairs very well.
After the meal was finished, he told me roughly what happened to me in China over the years.
Not only Ashiya Yoshiko, but the entire restaurant, including the boss and waiters, and several other tables of guests gathered around.
Listening.
The protagonist of my story was awkwardly drinking wine and eating sashimi.
Jun Yan was worried that the world would not be in chaos, so he said it once in Chinese and then again in Japanese.
After that, he stopped speaking in Chinese and told the story directly in Japanese.
"So, you really launched a massacre because of the old man's death," Yoshiko Ashiya looked at me in surprise.
I took out my cigarette and raised it to the boss.
After the boss nodded, the clerk hurriedly brought me an ashtray.
I lit the cigarette, took a puff and nodded slightly.
"You killed hundreds of people?"
Yoshiko Ashiya asked in surprise.
"Yes, over the past ten years or so, there have indeed been hundreds of people.
Why do you think I'm so scary?"
I smiled.
Yoshiko Ashiya didn't say anything, and asked after a moment: "Then why did you like that girl named Yudie in the first place?"
I paused and looked at Jun Yan.
I didn't expect that the grandson would also talk about Yudie.
He said this in full Japanese, but I didn't understand.
"Why?"
I said after thinking for a while, "It's like a man who loves to smoke.
He knows that smoking will harm himself, but he can't quit.
She may not be a good girl in the eyes of the world, but to me at that time , she is my love.”
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The moment she heard these words, something different seemed to flash in the depths of Ashiya Yoshiko's eyes
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