[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

In technical terms, it is kicking the gym.

I find it very interesting.One is because the other party is obviously prepared, and the purpose is not to seek revenge or revenge-if it is only for revenge, then there is no need to be so open and aboveboard, just assassinate.

The second is because the other party is a Chinese.

...Chinese people!It is the kind of Chinese who can catch bullets with bare hands, resist bombs physically, be omnipotent in the world, and have the racial talent of turning everything into wonderful ingredients!

Because I grew up abroad and have never been to China once—immigration management is too strict, my resume is full of stains, and I can’t bring guns and weapons—so I have come into contact with only a handful of Chinese people since I was a child. , Very little.

Of course, among the people I know, there are also mercenaries from China. They all have good personalities and teach me some Chinese from time to time.When they have nothing to do, they will show some black and white pictures, old-fashioned martial arts movies or kung fu movies-to be honest, I think some scenes, plots and pictures in it are very ridiculous, but I still believe it.

And now, the moment when I can see it with my own eyes has finally arrived——I looked at Mr. Naru expectantly, waiting for him to accept the opponent's invitation to fight, to decide the outcome, to decide whether to win or lose, but in the next second, I saw Mr. Mr. Lu crumpled up the letter paper casually with a ruthless face, and threw it into the trash can.

"Not interested," said Mr. Nairu with little interest.

I:"……"

I hastily picked up the paper balls in the trash can and sorted them out, then put the crumpled letter paper back into Mr. Nailu's hands, and said persistently: "...Think about it again, Mr. Nairu!" With a serious face, he tried to arouse the other party's interest with an emphatic tone, "That is the legendary Chinese Kung Fu that can catch bullets with bare hands and is invincible, Mr. Nailu!"

Nairu: "...do you have any misunderstandings about Chinese martial arts?"

I tilted my head and said seriously: "No."

I think those are all true.

"I'm not interested in playing this kind of boring game with people I don't know." Mr. Nailu still looked indifferent. He glanced at the crumpled challenge book in disgust, and threw it into the trash can again. And ordered me not to pick it up again.

Mr. Nairu didn't care about the fact that someone sent a challenge letter to him, and he didn't care about it, and he pigeon-holed the other party without the slightest hesitation.I waited helplessly for a long time, but the Chinese who asked for the contest never appeared again, as if the challenge letter was just an innocuous prank.

I was a little lost, but over time I put this matter behind me.

Sicily ended its long, hot and dry summer and gradually entered autumn. The temperature is lower, but the sunshine in the Mediterranean islands is still very bright.

It was a rare weekend, after I greeted Mr. Naru, I took some change and went to the supermarket near the apartment to buy daily necessities - ingredients, milk, snacks. In addition, Mr. Naru's coffee machine also needed a new one that's it.

After coming here for so long, the supermarket near the apartment is one of the places I am most familiar with.I walked through the dazzling array of shelves with a shopping basket, and it took about 10 to [-] minutes to purchase all the necessary items. After calculating the living expenses for this week, I thought about it and planned to buy some small biscuits to go home. .

I came to the shelf displaying various biscuit styles, browsed carefully, took a copy of each of the flavors I usually like, and held it in my arms, then raised my head unhurriedly.

... A biscuit named slug flavor firmly attracted my attention.

Although I am a person whose curiosity is not strong, or even thin, but what would the slug flavor taste like... I thought about it seriously, but I couldn't imagine it, so I decided to buy a copy and go back. Secretly mix them with Mr. Naru's afternoon tea snacks - let Mr. Naru tell me the answer.

Thinking of this, I reached out to the slug-flavored biscuit without the slightest hesitation.However, perhaps due to sales considerations, the slug-flavored biscuits were placed on the top row of the shelf. I stretched out my hand and tiptoed to reach twice, but the wrapping paper of the biscuits None of them came across.

I can be regarded as a person with good moral cultivation, and I definitely can't do things like kicking over the shelves and taking away the biscuits in front of everyone.

At this moment, my vision suddenly dimmed - another tall and thin figure was projected on the shelf in front of me by the bright lights of the supermarket, and a faint shadow shrouded from above my head.Immediately afterwards, another slender arm stretched out from my ear, like a stretched willow branch, easily reached the box of biscuits, took it down, and handed it to me .

On the wrapper of the small biscuit is a deliberately cute (but still ugly) slug twisting his body and emphasizing that he is delicious, which looks a little funny.

The hand holding the box of cookies caught my attention.This is the hand of an adult male, with yellow skin, slender fingers and well-defined joints. On the back of the hand, there are a few thin blue veins lurking under the skin that emerge faintly.

From the wrist to the fingertips, strength is faintly revealed in every place, and there are many small wounds on the hand. They have completely healed after a long time, but there are still vague traces left.

I took the biscuit, turned my head to look at the other person, and said politely: "Thank you——"

But soon, my voice was stuck in my throat.

As soon as I let go of my arms, all the biscuits that I was holding in my arms fell down and scattered on the smooth and clean ground.It's just that I don't have any extra attention to give them. I stared straight at the handsome and familiar face of the other party, and didn't speak for a long time.

The other party didn't show any dissatisfaction under my nearly naked gaze, nor did he show any embarrassment or embarrassment. He just smiled at me very casually, then squatted down, and picked up the small cookies scattered on the ground I picked them up and put them in the shopping basket at my feet.

He handed me the overstuffed shopping basket and said to me in unfamiliar Italian: "You're welcome."

He paused, weighed the heavy shopping basket in his hand twice, and asked me kindly: "This... can you hold it?"

I blinked, didn't answer, and didn't take the shopping basket. Instead, I grabbed the other person's wrist and asked briefly and hastily, "Why are you here?"

Hearing this, a puzzled expression appeared on this face that was exactly the same as Hibari Kyouya, and after a while, the other party gave me a slightly apologetic look.

"Sorry," he said slowly in Italian, "I don't understand...Japanese?"

Only then did I quickly realize that although the face is exactly the same, this person is not Hibari Kyouya, if it was Hibari Kyouya, he would have started beating people... Ah, no, he would not have reacted like this.He should be a Chinese, wearing a red Tang suit, can't understand Japanese, aged around 20 years old, his face and eyes are very gentle.

"I'm sorry," I let go of his stiff wrist, and took the shopping basket over, "I recognized the wrong person."

He shook his head: "It's okay."

No matter how you think about it, it is impossible for Hibari Kyoya to appear here.

...but they both look alike, except for their temperament, they are exactly the same.Is it possible for two completely unrelated people to be so similar?

At this time, a sudden idea instantly appeared in my mind.

I looked at him, as if looking at an elder I hadn't seen for a long time, and said respectfully, "I'm the one who was rude. Hello, uncle."

He froze for a moment, but still said: "...Uh, hello."

He looked a little dazed, but that's okay.It is rare to meet a Chinese here, and it is also my friend's father. Of course, I had a very friendly exchange with him.His name is Feng, and he just came to Sicily not long ago because of his professional pursuit. Seeing that he was slightly distressed by Italian, I took the initiative to take him to buy the daily necessities he needed.

He buys about five times as much as I do, which is an incredible amount, mostly fresh ingredients.He held these stacked and bulging plastic bags with one hand, and the things I bought with the other hand, and walked briskly beside me, without any discomfort, this posture, dress and His handsome appearance attracted the attention of many passers-by along the way.

When he walks, the long and thin braid behind him will gently sway.

I couldn't help but look a few more times, he noticed it immediately, and kindly asked me if he was walking too fast, should I stop and take a rest.

Coincidentally, his residence happened to be downstairs from Mr. Naru's apartment.

He sent me to the door of the house. When he saw the house number, his expression froze, but he quickly returned to normal, and then thanked me for my help in a gentle tone.

"You're welcome, uncle," I said politely, "this is what I should do."

wind:"……"

"...I'm not that old, you don't need to call me uncle," he thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but say, "Just call me Feng."

"Ah, this won't work, you can't mess up your seniority," I said seriously with a serious face, "Chinese people are very particular about this, right? Although I grew up abroad, I still understand these principles."

wind:"…………"

He blinked those beautiful Danfeng eyes, shook his head helplessly, and finally said with a smile: "Forget it, do as you like."

"And..." He paused, his face suddenly became serious, and he said, "I didn't expect my opponent to be a little girl."

I:"?"

I tilted my head, not knowing why he suddenly mentioned this.

Immediately afterwards, Feng bowed to me politely, with a gentle but firm voice: "However, I hope you can think about what happened last time."

I:"……?"

"I'll call again," he said.

This time I finally understood.I nodded and replied very sincerely: "Okay, welcome to play next time."

After saying these words, he left.

I opened the door of the apartment, and as soon as I walked in, I heard Mr. Naru's slightly indifferent voice coming from the living room: "You were at the door just now, who were you talking to?"

I replied solemnly: "My friend's father."

I thought for a while, and continued to add: "He said that next time he will come to play at home—"

The author has something to say: I am a very moral person. A person like Master Feng who has a beautiful heart, good martial arts, strong muscles, superb muscles and proficient in cooking skills, I simply can’t……………………………………………………………… ………………… Fa refused [Hello

The character is so gentle and friendly, but the attribute is Kuang Lan, awsl

Master Feng, as the only Chinese stock, enjoys official policy subsidies in accordance with the law [? ? ? ?

I’ve been adjusting my schedule recently, and I feel like I’m not only bald but also about to die suddenly. If there’s no update before [-] o’clock, it’s nothing, okay?

And the results of the college entrance examination are almost out. I hope everyone can be satisfied and have good grades.

It doesn't matter if the exam is not ideal, really, this is just the beginning of life, and there are countless possibilities in the future.After all, I am also a person who has experienced failure hahahahahaha

Persistent study, hard work and self-motivation are the most important things in life, not exams [although it is also very important [hey

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 666 salted fish who can only call 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

20 bottles of Pabibi; 17 bottles of Crispy Shark; 7 bottles of Aimengmeizi; 1 bottle of Mihai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!