Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

"Chinese?" Pan Zongyu was stunned and raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help but grinned and said, "Where are you from?"

"Cangwu people." Wei Mingye said, "What about you?"

"Ting Yuhong and I are both from Yangzhou." Pan Zongyu said, calling Ting Yuhong over, "Yuhong, call me Sister Wei Mingye, she is also from China."

"Hello, sister." Ting Yuhong said crisply, "Sister is so beautiful."

Wei Mingye didn't know whether he should thank her or not. It was strange no matter how he thought about it, right?

In a foreign country far away from home, it was a wonderful fate to meet fellow villagers. The three of them chatted while walking, and everyone became familiar with each other. Pan Zongyu and Ting Yuhong came from the same sect and the same master. Their master had been there a long time ago. He received an invitation letter from Afordros College and wanted to invite his apprentice to communicate with the college as an exchange student. Who knew that a "heavy rain" suddenly came on this trip and wiped out the way back? The two children from China seemed to be helpless. A duckweed wanders in a foreign country.

"What do you plan to do after graduation?" Wei Mingye asked Pan Zongyu.

"Me? Junior sister is still young. Master told me to take good care of junior sister before we left, so I will wait until she graduates before making plans."

Wei Mingye rolled his eyes and said, "I am currently staying at the St. Love Foundation, and there is a fellow countryman there."

Pan Zongyu nodded, "I have the idea of ​​​​going to the Saint Love Foundation. I am thinking that there is no Chinese who is not willing to look for opportunities to return to his hometown."

At that time, most people who could study abroad did so to learn knowledge and then return home to contribute to the country. This was the case for Ms. Z, and the same was true for others.

"What about you? What are your plans in the future?" Now is the time for Pan Zongyu to ask questions.

"Me? Of course I want to go home and take a look." Wei Mingye said that no matter where she is, perhaps only China can give her a warm home.

The sun was shining just right, casting a shadow on the corridor, and the bell rang suddenly, deafeningly. Immediately afterwards, countless first-grade beanbags ran out of the classroom door, their large black robes swinging like giant bats lying on their bodies. Pan Zongyu stopped, his smile still bright, and he said: "It's just time for dinner, I will take you to a place."

Where else, a restaurant? Wei Mingye thought to himself, could there be something special in the restaurant? It's just that I didn't notice it. They came to the second floor of the restaurant, where there was a small box. Pan Zongyu said: "This is a box built by the college for us exchange students. Only we can use it."

Opening the door, the decoration in the box cannot be said to be luxurious, but it is exquisite and beautiful enough. Because when it is time to eat, the chef in the box also starts to work. The chef is an uncle in his forties. He looks naive and looks harmless. It looks like he is standing next to a caterpillar track; when they place their order, the chef will take the menu into the kitchen behind the box and start cooking, and the prepared dishes will be delivered to their table through the caterpillar track.

"Hey! Gil." Pan Zongyu greeted warmly, then took out a package of exquisitely packaged cigarettes and threw it to the chef named Gil.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to find me." Gil smiled, the wrinkles on his face becoming more and more obvious. He carefully fumbled the cigarette case as if caressing a naked beauty - the love in his eyes almost overflowed. .

"Ahem!" Pan Zongyu coughed hard several times to remind Jill, "It's time to cook."

"Okay." Gil reluctantly put the cigarette into his pocket and took out the menu, "It's still the same..."

"Same as usual." Pan Zongyu said, "It's your turn, Wei Mingye."

Wei Mingye took the menu. Gil glanced at Wei Mingye a few times, pulled Pan Zongyu aside, and whispered: "Your girlfriend?"

"No." Pan Zongyu shook his head. He looked at Wei Mingye deeply for a while before looking back and said, "If I were better than her, I would confess my feelings. Unfortunately, I am not worthy of her."

"There is actually someone better than you." Jill raised her brows and rubbed her right sleeve with some oil stains with her left hand. "Who is she? I've never seen her before."

"My fellow countryman was sent by the St. Love Foundation." Pan Zongyu patted Jill on the shoulder, "Let's go cook, we are all hungry."

Twelve exchange students plus Wei Mingye sat at a round table without feeling crowded. Everyone was talking and laughing. Pan Zongyu was in a good mood today and asked everyone if they wanted to drink something. Most people chose to have a light drink. Taste, Wei Mingye didn't drink well and ordered a glass of grape juice.

The treatment of students outside is not as good as theirs; they can drink alcohol and the food can be customized. This is the privilege of exchange students, but if you want to enjoy this privilege, you must first have strong strength. Originally, Pan Zongyu had to graduate and leave the college last year. After he showed his strength a little, the college allowed him to stay with Ting Yuhong until graduation. .

Not to mention the two of them, the strength of the others was also the mainstay of their own college. It was just that Pan Zongyu and Ting Yuhong were so dazzling that they overshadowed the brilliance of the other exchange students; after all, those who could go abroad in that era had to be very rich. Only his own outstanding talent is left.

The food was served on the table. The dishes from different countries on the table were really like a hodgepodge. Wei Mingye took a sip and found that it tasted like her hometown. Her nose felt a little sour. I didn’t expect that this foreigner with a nose that looked like a small eggplant, could actually taste it. Wei Mingye admired this chef for being able to make a taste she was familiar with.

Except for Wei Mingye, there were several girls who didn't drink. The others held their wine glasses and clinked their glasses. Everyone toasted Pan Zongyu with a glass of wine. Pan Zongyu also smiled and raised his glass in return. How amazing is Pan Zongyu's energy that actually makes everyone Everyone respects him immensely.

"Come on, Wei Mingye, let me toast you." Pan Zongyu raised his glass, and the two clinked their glasses to pay tribute to each other.

Pan Zongyu raised his neck and drank the wine in one breath. He put the wine glass back on the table and looked at the dishes on the table blankly, as if he was thinking about something. Then he came back to his senses and said, "Wei Mingye, I I want to fight with you."

"Ah?" Wei Mingye expressed doubts. Others looked at him in shock, "Are you drunk?" Wei Mingye said.

"I'm not drunk." Pan Zongyu shook his head vigorously, "I just want to fight with you. This has always been my behavior; every time I meet someone worthy of close friendship, I will fight with him."

"That's true." Ting Yuhong took over the words, "Last time, senior brother met a powerful swordsman and had a fight with him, and then they became brothers."

"It's really strange..." Ting Yuhong scratched her head, "Why can boys become brothers after a fight?"