The president of the Evening Post was very trustworthy. One day and a half after that phone call, he sent someone a photo that had been framed in the frame, and he specially hanged it on the bedroom wall, facing the bed. In this way, he could see this brilliant moment at first sight after getting up every morning.

Under a red wave, I cheered myself.

This is an oil painting called "Victory" and is a work of art worthy of permanent collection.

Staring at this photo, Tang En thought of the best way to fight back.

He nodded. I have never been slapped in the right side of my face, but I have to put my left side up. Now I can't refute your criticism of me, but don't think I will remain silent. Next game... Next game I will let you continue to crawl back and lick my toes! You damn fencemen!

Tang En raised his arms, imitated the shape in the photo, closed his eyes and imagined that he was in the tsunami of the stadium, enjoying the joy of victory and the pleasure of revenge in advance. At this moment, he heard his cell phone ringing on the table in the living room.

He ran back to the living room along the newspaper and found that the caller ID was a very unfamiliar phone number. After hesitating for a moment, he answered the phone.

The next second he jumped up in surprise.

"Yang Yan!"

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"It's me, sir. I thought about it for a long time and decided to accept your kindness and be your Chinese teacher." Yang Yan heard Tang En laugh as excited as a child when she heard Tang En on the other side of the phone.

"You have been thinking for a long time, Teacher Yang... But it's fine if you agree, do you know..."

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Tang En sat down, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his feet on the table, and began to lie. "...You know, because I couldn't get your guidance, I was like a trekking ship that lost the guide to the lighthouse in the dark, and I was in circles for two months. I think if you don't come again, I will give up my interest in Chinese civilization."

Since possessing this ghost, Tang En found that he had also changed, such as he was more cheerful than before. This is natural. Tang En, who can get in touch with his favorite football all day long and has determined his life goals, is no longer the paranoid and arrogant Tang En before. Of course, there is also a very important reason why he is so excited today is because Yang Yan agreed to be his Chinese teacher.

He was so happy that Yang Yan was a little embarrassed to hear it. "Sir, if you keep talking like this, I think I will change my mind..."

"Ah no! Of course... I will be obedient. If you don't let me say anything, I won't speak." Tang En also covered his mouth with an exaggerated voice and laughed at Yang Yan on the other end of the phone in a muffled voice.

"Why are you so excited sir?"

"Because I'm in a good mood today." Tang En made a fool of himself.

Yang Yan immediately noticed something went wrong: "Huh? Coach, didn't your team lose the ball yesterday?"

"This...of course, but losing is not necessarily a bad thing. We need to look at this from a positive perspective, right? Okay, don't talk about the disappointing game. We need to talk in detail about your role as my Chinese tutor. This kind of thing is usually hard to explain on the phone. I think it's necessary for us to meet... Where are you now?"

Yang Yan looked up at the opposite side of the street where there was a cafe, so she reported her name to Tang En.

"Ok, I'll arrive in thirty minutes at the latest."

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When Yang Yan heard Tang En hung up the phone quickly, she walked across the street and pushed the door into the cafe. Sitting near the window and ordered a glass of juice, she was still wondering whether it was correct to make this decision. In addition to media reports, she didn't know the person at all, didn't know the person's true personality, or the background and resume. Although the above two questions were mentioned in that interview, Yang Yan believed that in this era of information explosion, the credibility of media public opinion is no longer as good as before. Many times she would habitually doubt the media's view on something, and would also put this suspicion on the media reporting on a person.

If you want to be his tutor, you must first have enough knowledge. Otherwise... no one can tell if there will be any danger in a foreign country and a stranger.

Yang Yan sat in this small cafe, waiting for the person she wanted to meet in a nervous mood. It felt like a blind date...

The wind chime at the door rang, and someone pushed the door in. Yang Yan looked up and saw a man wearing sunglasses looking around at the door. She looked down at her watch, and it was exactly half an hour before she hung up the phone.

"Hi." This man was too conspicuous, so Yang Yan could only take the initiative to stand up and say hello and pull him over.

"I'm sorry, I encountered a car accident on the road, which wasted a little time a little. Didn't you wait for a long time?" When she saw the real person, Yang Yan found that the arrogant head coach in the newspaper had returned to the gentleman he had met for the first time. She shook her head: "No, time passes very quickly."

Tang En sat down, took off his sunglasses, waved his hand to call the waiter, and asked Yang Yan politely what drinks he needed. Yang Yan looked at the juice that had not yet taken a sip and shook her head.

"Give me a cup of coffee, thank you." After sending the waiter away, Tang En turned his head and stared at the girl in front of him. When he was in high school, he had thought about it day and night, and the girl he had watched silently in a corner was now sitting in front of him, with a shy smile on his face.

Yang Yan finally couldn't help asking: "Sir, what are you looking at?"

"Ah, nothing. Sorry, I'm distracted. Uh..." While the waiter brought the coffee, he also brought a piece of white paper and a pen.

"Mr. Tang En, please sign me!" said the British boy with freckles in his face in excitement.

"Okay...but we just lost yesterday."

Yang Yan looked at Tang En with a smile on his face and lowered his head to write down his name on the paper. After writing English, he thought about it, and then wrote down his Chinese name in distortion: "Tang En".

"This is..." The boy didn't understand.

"Well, you know, I like Chinese culture very much. This is the Chinese name I gave myself. What do you think?"

"Although I can't understand it, it's very beautiful..." The boy left with his signature and satisfied. Tang En turned around and saw Yang Yan's somewhat surprised expression.

"Haha, be surprised! I have also learned it myself, although I can only write two words..." He was lying. In fact, he could speak fluent Mandarin and Sichuan dialect, and write well.

Yang Yan came back to her senses from the shock. She nodded in confusion, "Yes, I was surprised... I didn't expect you to write Chinese characters. But..." She wrote down Tang En's English name "Tawin" on the napkin.

"I think it's more appropriate to pronounce this as 'Twain'."

"Twain? What's the weird name?"

Yang Yan coughed, this man didn't know Lawrence, didn't he even know another famous writer? "Mark Twain's Twain..."

"Ah!" Don Eun patted his forehead, "Tom Sawyer's secret story! But I prefer the name 'Don Eun'."

Yang Yan tilted her head and looked at him and asked, "Why?"

"I don't know, I just think this sounds better than "Twain".

Yang Yan looked at Tang En for a long time, then smiled and said, "I think this sounds better, Mr. Tang En."

"It seems too strange to call me sir. You can call me Tang En." Tang En's idea was - this was my name.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yan shook her head: "Sir, we are only meeting for the second time..."

Hell! We have met many faces! We are classmates in high school!... Tang En really wanted to tell the girl opposite, but he couldn't say it.

Yang Yan seemed to be persistent, and Tang En gave in.

"Uh, whatever you want..." Tang En gave in. This was his second time with Yang Yan alone. He lacked experience and suddenly didn't know what to say. Or Yang Yan reminded him: "Mr. Tang En, why did you call me here? It's just that we two sit here in a daze, right?"

"Oh, of course, we need to talk carefully about what you taught me Chinese..."

Half an hour later, the two agreed on all the details. Considering the particularity of Tang En's work and the limited time to study Chinese, they only took classes twice a week. It is definitely not possible on weekends, because Tang En had to lead the team to play games, and it was okay to say that the home game was, if it was a away game, it would take two or three days to go out. Finally, it was confirmed that Yang Yan would go to Tang En's home to teach him on Monday and Thursday nights every Monday and Thursday nights. The reward was ten pounds per hour.

If there is a temporary change, please notify the other party by phone.

After the talk, Tang En planned to invite Yang Yan to lunch, but was rejected.

"Haha, I'm so sorry. My friend made an appointment to wait for me to have dinner together at noon." Yang Yan left with a smile. Tang En looked at her back and felt as if he had let go of a light butterfly, feeling a little lost.

But... he soon adjusted his mood. Anyway, he could see her two nights a week, so there was still a lot of time...
Chapter completed!