Chapter 34： Tokyo Drift (4) (1/2)

恒 Zhang Heng didn't take his eyes off the earliest moment after hearing Ameko's words. He was thinking about how he should enter the main task. He did not expect the prompt to be sent to the next moment.

These guys known as Runaways are obviously modified car enthusiasts. If they can mix in their circles, they should soon be able to get in touch with various underground races and have a good relationship with one or two of them. Maybe they can The other side taught him how to ride a car.

But there is one problem.

He can feel Ameko's rejection of these people, and without Ameko as a translator, he could not communicate with this group at all.

So try to convince Ameko to help, or just pull her into the water?

Zhang Heng didn't have much time to hesitate. Before the man in the turban turned his eyes here, he lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with the other party, and the guests around him were almost the same behavior. Those runaways seemed to feel some kind of Satisfied above ordinary people, whistling and laughing, he walked towards the empty table behind him.

恒 Zhang Heng gave up at the last minute and had nothing to do with Ameko, simply because this voter was too stupid [Beep], and in order to deal with them, you must first raise the IQ to a level similar to them.

Zhang Heng has no tendency to masochistic, so after thinking about it, he finally gave up. He doesn't believe that there is only one way to get in touch with underground cars, and he doesn't think that he can learn anything useful from these guys.

Zhang Heng spent the next two weeks studying Japanese and working in a Western restaurant. There was no progress in racing. Ameko got better and better with him. The two worked together. Zhang Heng helped Ameko to correct the Chinese pronunciation. In return, Ameko will coach him in Japanese. In addition, Zhang Heng also found that Ameko also likes to send and receive text messages with him.

After a long period of contact, I will find that Ameko is really a super chatable girl. From peaches at home to stray dogs on the road, discount lunches in the supermarket, everything you see can send a message.

Zhang Heng will receive a text message from Ameko in the Japanese class, ”Ah, today the Mandarin teacher is wearing a super cute floral skirt that is completely disproportionate to her age! Everyone is surprised.”

When I eat, I will receive a text message from Ameko, ”Big event !!! It's incredible, you know, the dog pine nut raised in the school turned out to be public!”

Or before bed, ”Zhang Sang, would you say that the world would be bad without cats?”

And almost every day, ”Oops, don't I like messing with messages too much, don't you hate me, will you, won't you?”

”No, I was just reviewing what I learned today.” Zhang Heng put down the gel pen in his hand and rubbed his eyes. Although he hasn't found those underground events hidden in the night, he hasn't been busy recently. Now, he feels like he is back in high school. In order to master Japanese at an early date, he can at least understand the simplest daily conversation. He is almost at a loss.

压缩 Compressed my sleep time to five hours, and practiced Japanese almost all the time. Even in the restaurant, I played this piano by the side. Zhang Heng felt that he was not here to play games, but to attend cram school.

”Zhang Sang, you are too hardworking, and you feel like you are wasting your life completely than you.” Ameko admired.

”I'm just doing what I have to do.” Zhang Heng smiled bitterly. He wasn't really interested in language learning, but he was reminded by the sound of that mystery the night after he came here.

I confirmed that my return time was indeed extended to 420 days, and some things can be planned in advance. He cannot rely on Ameko as a translator for such a long time, not to mention the latter is also applying for an exchange student in China. It is likely that he will not be in the next school year. Zhang Heng decides to do his own thing.