The old president of the Evening Post was a man of his word. A day and a half after the phone call, he sent a framed photo over. He even specially hung it on the wall of his bedroom, facing the bed. That way, he would be able to see this glorious moment when he woke up every morning.
Under the red tide, he would raise his arms and cheer.
This was an oil painting named "Victory," a work of art worthy of being treasured forever.
Staring at the photo, Tang En thought of the best way to retaliate.
He nodded. I've never been a pushover who would stick my left cheek out after being slapped on the right. I can't refute your criticism of me now, but don't think I'll remain silent. The next match … the next match, I'll let you continue to crawl back to lick my toes! You bunch of damned fence-sitters!
Tang En raised his arms high and imitated the pose in the photo. He closed his eyes and imagined himself in the roaring stadium, enjoying the joy of victory and the thrill of revenge in advance. Just then, he heard his cell phone on the living room table ring.
He ran all the way back to the living room, stepping on the newspapers. He saw that the caller ID was an unfamiliar number. After a slight hesitation, he still picked up the call.
The next second, he jumped up in surprise.
"Yang Yan!"
"It's me, sir. I've thought about it for a long time and decided to accept your kindness and be your Chinese teacher. "Yang Yan heard Tang En let out a child-like excited laugh over the phone.
"You've really thought about it for a long time, Ms. Yang. But it's good that you've agreed. You know …"
Tang En sat down and leaned against the back of the chair. He propped his feet on the table and began to lie. "You know, because I couldn't get your guidance, I was like a lost ship in the dark without a lighthouse to guide me. I've been going in circles for two months. I think if you hadn't come, I would have given up my interest in China. "
Ever since he had possessed this Caucasian, Tang En found that he had also changed. For example, he was more cheerful than before. This was a matter of course. Tang En, who could come into contact with his favorite football every day and had a goal in life, was no longer the stubborn and aloof Tang En from before. Of course, there was another important reason why he was so excited today. It was because Yang Yan had agreed to be his Chinese teacher.
While he was talking excitedly, Yang Yan, who was on the other side, was a little embarrassed. "Sir, if you continue to talk like this, I think I'll change my mind …"
"Ah, no! Of course … I'll be obedient. If you don't let me speak, I won't speak. "Tang En even covered his mouth exaggeratedly. His muffled voice amused Yang Yan on the other end of the phone.
"Why are you so excited?"
"Because I'm in a good mood today." Tang En casually made up a story.
Yang Yan immediately noticed the problem. "Huh? Mr. Coach, didn't your team just lose yesterday? "
"This … Of course, but losing is not necessarily a bad thing. We have to look at it from a positive angle, don't we? Alright, let's not talk about that disappointing match. We need to talk about you being my Chinese tutor in detail. This kind of thing is usually not clear over the phone. I think we need to meet … Where are you now? "
Yang Yan raised her head and looked across the street. There was a cafe there, so she gave the name to Twain.
"Okay, I'll be there in thirty minutes at the latest."
Hearing Tang En hang up the phone in a hurry, Yang Yan crossed the road and entered the cafe. Sitting at a seat by the window, she casually ordered a glass of fruit juice. She was still wondering if she had made the right decision. Other than from the media reports, she did not understand this person at all. She did not know this person's true personality, nor did she know this person's background. Even though the above two issues were mentioned in the interview, Yang Yan believed that in today's era of information explosion, the credibility of the media and public opinion was not as good as before. Many times, she would habitually doubt the media's view on a matter. Similarly, she would also place this doubt on a person reported by the media.
If she wanted to be his tutor, she had to first understand him well enough. Otherwise … in a foreign country with a stranger, no one could say for sure if there would be any danger.
Yang Yan sat in the small cafe, anxiously waiting for the person she wanted to meet. This really felt like a blind date …
The wind chime at the door rang. Someone pushed the door open and entered. Yang Yan looked up and saw a man wearing sunglasses looking around at the door. She looked down at her watch. It was exactly half an hour since she hung up the phone.
"Hi." The man was too conspicuous. Yang Yan could only take the initiative to stand up and greet him, pulling him over.
"Sorry, I got into a car accident on the way and was slightly delayed. I didn't keep you waiting, did I? " Seeing the person in person, Yang Yan realized that the arrogant manager in the newspaper had returned to the gentlemanly appearance he had been when they first met. She shook her head. "No, time passed quickly."
Tang En sat down and took off his sunglasses. He waved for the waiter and politely asked Yang Yan if she wanted a drink. Yang Yan looked at the fruit juice that she had not taken a sip of and shook her head.
"Just give me a cup of coffee, thank you." After dismissing the waiter, Tang En turned his head and stared at the girl in front of him. The girl that he had thought about day and night in high school, the girl that he had silently watched in a corner, was now sitting in front of him with a shy smile on her face.
Yang Yan finally could not help but ask, "Sir, what are you looking at?"
"Ah, nothing. Sorry, I was distracted. Uh … "The waiter brought over a piece of paper and a pen as he brought over the coffee.
"Mr. Tang En, please give me your autograph!" the freckled British boy said excitedly.
"Sure … But we just lost the game yesterday."
Yang Yan smiled as she watched Tang En lower his head to write his name on the paper. After he finished writing in English, he thought for a moment and then wrote his Chinese name crookedly: "Tang En."
"This is …" The boy did not understand.
"Well, you know, I like Chinese culture very much. This is the Chinese name I gave myself. What do you think? "
"Although I don't understand it, it's very beautiful …" The boy took the autograph and left in satisfaction. Tang En turned back to see Yang Yan's somewhat surprised expression.
"Haha, surprised, right? I've also taught myself, although I only know how to write two characters … "He was lying. In fact, he could speak fluent Mandarin and the Sichuan dialect. He also had good handwriting.
Yang Yan recovered from her shock and nodded in confusion. "Yes, very surprised … I didn't expect you to write Chinese. But … "She wrote Tang En's English name" Tawin "on the napkin.
"I think it's more suitable to say 'Twain.'"
"Twain? What kind of strange name is that? "
Yang Yan coughed. This man did not know Lawrence, but did he not know another famous writer? "Twain from Mark Twain …"
"Ah!" Tang En slapped his head. "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer! But I like the name 'Tang En' better. "
Yang Yan tilted her head and looked at him. "Why?"
"I don't know. I just think it sounds better. It's much better than 'Twain.'"
Yang Yan looked at Tang En for a long time and then smiled. "I also think it sounds better, Mr. Tang."
"Calling me Mr. sounds too unfamiliar. You can call me Tang En." Tang En had the idea that this was his name.
Unexpectedly, Yang Yan shook her head. "Sir, this is only the second time we've met …"
Damn it! We've already met many times! We're classmates in high school! Tang En really wanted to tell the girl in front of him that, but he could not say it.
Yang Yan insisted on her own opinion, and Tang En admitted defeat.
"Uh, up to you …" Tang En admitted defeat. This was the second time he was alone with Yang Yan. He lacked experience and suddenly did not know what to say. It was Yang Yan who reminded him. "Mr. Tang En, why did you call me here? Don't tell me it's just the two of us sitting here in a daze? "
"Oh, of course. We need to talk in detail about you teaching me Chinese …"
Half an hour later, the two finished discussing all the details. Considering the special nature of Tang En's work, he had limited time to learn Chinese, so he only had two lessons a week. He definitely could not do it on the weekends because Tang En had to lead the team to play. It was fine if it was a home game, but if it was an away game, he would be away for two or three days. In the end, it was decided that every Monday and Thursday night, Yang Yan would come to Tang En's home to teach him. The pay was ten pounds per hour.
If there were any last minute changes, he had to call her to inform her.
After the discussion, Tang En prepared to treat Yang Yan to lunch but was rejected.
"Haha, I'm so sorry. My friend has agreed to meet me for lunch. "Yang Yan smiled and left. Tang En looked at her back and felt a little lost, as if he had let go of a nimble butterfly.
However, he quickly adjusted his mood. Anyway, he could see her two nights a week. There was still a lot of time …
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