Zhang Heng didn't look away immediately after hearing Ameko's words. He was thinking about how to enter the main mission, but he didn't expect that the prompt would be delivered to him at the next moment.
These guys called bosozoku in front of me are obviously modified car enthusiasts. If you can get into their circle, you should soon be exposed to various underground competitions. If you have a good relationship with one or two of them, you may be able to make friends. The other party taught him racing skills.
But there's a problem.
He could feel Ameko's rejection of these people, and he would not be able to communicate with this group of people without Ameko as a translator.
So should we try to convince Ameko to help, or should we just drag her into the water?
Zhang Heng didn't have much time to hesitate. The moment before the turbaned man's eyes turned here, he lowered his head and avoided eye contact with him. The guests around him also did the same thing. Those bosozokus seemed to feel something from it. Feeling satisfied that he was above ordinary people, he whistled and laughed and walked to the empty table in the back.
Zhang Heng's decision to give up at the last moment had nothing to do with Ameko. It was purely because this group of people were too stupid. To deal with them, you must first bring your IQ to a level similar to theirs.
Zhang Heng didn't have any tendency to commit suicide, so he thought about it and finally gave up. He didn't believe that this was the only way to get in touch with underground racing, and he didn't think he could learn anything useful from these guys.
Zhang Heng spent the next two weeks studying Japanese and working in a Western restaurant. There was little progress in the racing matter, but Ameko's relationship with him was getting better and better. The two worked together, and Zhang Heng helped Ameko correct her Chinese pronunciation. In return, ameko would tutor him in Japanese. In addition, Zhang Heng also found that ameko also liked to exchange text messages with him more and more.
After getting in touch with her for a long time, you will find that Ameko is indeed a girl who is super good at chatting. From peaches at home to stray dogs on the road, discounted lunch boxes in the supermarket, she can send a message to everything she sees.
Zhang Heng would receive text messages from Ameko in Japanese class, "Ah, today the Mandarin teacher wore a super cute floral skirt that was completely inappropriate for her age! Everyone was so surprised."
While eating, I will receive a text message from Ameko, "Big event!!! It's amazing. Did you know that the dog Songzi raised in the school is male!"
Or before going to bed, "Zhang Sang, do you think the world would be a terrible place without cats?"
And almost every day, "Oops, I like to send random messages too much, you won't 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 has not yet found those underground events hidden in the dark, he has not been idle recently. He felt like he was in the third year of high school again. He was almost risking his life in order to master Japanese as soon as possible and at least be able to understand the simplest daily conversations.
He compressed his sleep time to five hours and practiced Japanese almost all the time. Even when he played the piano in the restaurant, he had a basic Japanese textbook beside him. Zhang Heng felt that he was not here to play games, but to attend a cram school.
"Zhang Sang, you work too hard. Compared with you, I feel like I am wasting my life." Ameko said with admiration.
"I'm just doing what I have to do." Zhang Heng smiled bitterly. He was actually not very interested in language learning, but he received a reminder from the mysterious voice on the evening of the second day after arriving here.
I confirmed that my return time this time has indeed been extended to 420 days, and some things can be planned in advance. It was impossible for him to rely on Ameko as a translator for such a long time, not to mention that the latter was also applying for an exchange student in China and would probably be gone next school year. Zhang Heng decided to make enough food and clothing by himself.
The environment of a 14-month study tour is not easy to encounter. It seems a waste of resources not to take advantage of such conditions and practice the local language.
Zhang Heng had an ominous premonition that if he could not continue the game, he would have to learn all the world's mainstream lingua franca first.
Although Ameko was still talking about trivial matters in her text messages, Zhang Heng had been bombarded by her for a week and could tell from between the lines that her mood seemed a bit low today.
So I typed "What's wrong with you?", but deleted it the moment before sending it, and called directly, "Ameko, are you in any trouble?"
The latter was a little surprised when she received the call. Her throat was a little hoarse, as if she had just cried, and she was still sniffling. "Zhang Sang, I'm sorry to make you worry. In fact, it's nothing important. It's just my own family matter. No, it's not that important." It can’t be considered a family matter, that person left us six years ago.”
"It will feel better if you tell me. If you want to tell me, you can tell me and I can keep it secret for you. After all, no one here except you can understand what I am saying."
The sad Ameko on the other end of the phone was amused by this sentence, and then she told her story to Zhang Heng. It turned out that her biological father was obsessed with horse racing when she was a child, and lost all the family's money. , and her mother couldn't bear it, and later the two divorced. After severing all relations, her mother took her and remarried her current stepfather. Later, she gave birth to a younger brother. The family now lives in harmony.
However, after she went to college, her father somehow found her contact information and approached her. As a result, the first time was to borrow money. At first, he said that the business encountered difficulties and needed to turn around, but after one time, there was a second loan. Second time and several times later, Ameko finally became suspicious and found out that the latter was not only gambling but also had a bad habit of drinking.
Because of this, the father and daughter had a quarrel and had no contact for several months. Just an hour ago in the afternoon, Ameko received a call from the other party, saying that he was injured by a debt collector and had no money for medical treatment. However, he got a call from the other party. Learning from the past, Ameko did not remit the money she earned from her part-time job right away, so she was scolded as ungrateful by her biological father, who even threatened to never have her as a daughter.
Ameko couldn't help crying and asked Zhang Heng on the other end of the phone, "Zhang Sang, am I cold-blooded?"
"Well, I think your father is more exaggerated. Although it seems that he is just lying 90% of the time, but if you are worried about him, I can go with you tomorrow."
"Really, but wouldn't it be too much to trouble you to make a trip because of my own family matters?" Ameko felt a little embarrassed.
"No, I've almost reached my limit recently. I'm either learning Japanese or playing bandari in the restaurant. I just want to go out and get some fresh air." This is what Zhang Heng is thinking. He feels a little vomiting when he sees those kana syllables. .
"Tomorrow is Saturday, let's finish the work in the morning and go together."
"good."
"Thank you, Zhang Sang."
"You're welcome."
Ameko's incident was just a minor incident. Zhang Heng didn't take it too seriously. After hanging up the phone, he began to think about how to improve his driving skills. Fifteen days had passed since the start of the second round of the game, and he had not yet Starting the main mission, other players would have been anxious to death.
Zhang Heng was not in a hurry because he had fourteen months of mission time, but he couldn't continue to spend it without limit. He still set a time limit for himself. If he couldn't find a way to improve his driving skills after one month, , Zhang Heng could only try to get in touch with those bosozoku.
