Kyoto University.

As one of the country's top institutions of higher learning, it is home to students from all over the world, including blond-haired and blue-eyed crooked nuts.

A basketball game is being held on the playground, the Department of Social Sciences VS the Department of Finance, surrounded by students.

The score was 98:96 with 47 seconds remaining.

The red and blue sides have entered a white-hot phase.

At that moment, the red player broke through the siege and jumped suddenly, and was about to put the ball in the basket, but the blue player 8 made a block to knock the ball away.

The ball hits the ground, then jumps and falls into the hands of the number 3 on the blue side.

Number 3 passes to number 5, and the clock is still 20 seconds.

Player 5 quickly made a judgment, took the ball in his hand, and threw it vigorously while shouting, "Yulang!"

Half of the basketball court away, Yulang, who was located in the halfcourt line, jumped up suddenly, caught the basketball with both hands, and held it in his arms.

On the ground, he twisted his body and knocked away the red side defenders who defended him on his flank, before charging with the ball.

Relying on skillful dribbling, he dodged one player again, and the remaining two red players rushed quickly, blocking his offensive line with one left and one right.

By this time he was at the three-point line.

The basketball landed on the ground with a dull thud, then bounced back quickly, as if to merge with the heartbeat.

Yulang caught the basketball, sweat flowed down the corners of his eyebrows into his eyes, and there was a burst of sourness, he blinked vigorously, raised his head, and looked at the basket in the distance.

Taking a deep breath, Yulang held his breath, his body arched slightly, and he jumped up suddenly.

The basketball is thrown, slices through the air in a beautiful arc, and then falls into the basket with precision.

Swish!

Honk~!

At the same time, the game time ended and the score was refreshed at the last minute.

98：99

The Department of Finance wins!

"Whoa!"

"Yay!"

Cheers instantly rang out on the field, and the players laughed and swarmed up to surround Yulang.

The game was over, the hustle and bustle dissipated, and Yulang walked to the side rest area.

As soon as he picked up a towel to wipe his sweat, a girl in a short skirt came over, holding cold mineral water in her hand, and handed it to him with a smile: "Senior, congratulations!"

"I brought my own, thank you!" Yulang declined.

The girl took back the mineral water, but still did not give up and asked, "Senior, do you have time later?" I want to invite you to dinner!"

"I made an appointment with my teammates for dinner!"

"Will it be okay tomorrow?"

"It's not very convenient!"

Yu Xuan picked up her clothes, nodded at her, and turned to leave.

His teammates were already waiting, and a boy put his arm around his shoulders and quipped, "Yulang, the peach blossoms are here?"

"I've seen this girl, and many people are chasing her in the management department!" said the companion next to her.

"Yulang, everyone has taken the initiative to show favor, or will you accept her?"

Yu Lang's expression was faint: "If you talk nonsense, the afternoon dinner will be canceled!"

"Oh, don't!"

"Squad leader, we were wrong, we don't dare anymore!"

"Did anybody just speak? Auditory hallucinations! It must be auditory hallucinations!"

was making a fuss, Yulang saw a girl in front of him asking for directions, even talking with gestures, stumbling in Huaxia language, and one or two Korean words in the middle.

The students passing by did not understand her words, waved their hands, and left directly.

The girl was holding the book, her beautiful cheeks were anxious, and when she saw Yulang and them, she hurriedly walked over.

"Excuse me...... How do you go about the pot mix?"

No one could understand what she was saying, and everyone looked at each other and wanted to laugh.

That's a weird pronunciation!

Yulang opened his mouth and asked, "Is it the Department of Chinese Literature?"

He speaks Korean and is clear and fluent.

"You're Korean, great, finally someone can understand me!" the girl said happily.

"I've learned Korean before!"

After Yu Lang explained, he pointed to the distance and said: "The Chinese language department you are going to is not far from here, walk in front, there is an intersection about three hundred meters later, turn left at the intersection, and the first building is it!"

The girl wrote it down, bowed in thanks, and Yulang waved her hand.

After the separation, the classmate next to him asked, "Class leader, do you still speak Korean?"

"I've learned it before!"

"Counting English, you can speak two foreign languages, amazing!"

Yulang didn't speak, in fact, he could also speak the three languages of 'French, German, and Japanese', all of which he learned from his teacher since he was a child, and Yuxuan was the same.

He looked back at the girl and saw that she was hurrying forward, and when he passed around the corner, he suddenly stopped, bent down to pick up the mineral water bottle on the ground, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

……

Yulang originally thought that it was just an ordinary chance encounter on campus, but he didn't want to be on Monday morning, when class was in class, the head teacher led the girl in.

"This is Bae Jisoo from Seoul, who came to our class as an exchange student for one year, everyone is welcome!"

The classmates applauded, and the girl was a little nervous and greeted in an awkward Chinese language: "Hello everyone!"

"Yulang, Jisoo just came to school, you take care of it more!"

"Yes!" Yuro stood up.

The head teacher introduced: "This is our class leader, if you have anything, you can ask him for help, or you can come to me directly!"

Jisoo immediately recognized Yulang and looked happy: "I'm sorry for you!"

After all, he understands Korean, so there is no problem with communication.

"It's okay!" Yulang said.

The trouble that Jisoo said was not a polite word, because of the language problem, whether it was study or life, she encountered a lot of problems, and at this time she would go to Yulang.

I call when I can't see anyone, and at the beginning, I often make more than a dozen calls a day, but fortunately, Yulang is a good person and is not impatient at all.

It wasn't until later that she gradually became proficient in Huaxia and was able to communicate simply, which reduced contact.

There are people in the university who are laid-back and some people who are busy, and Bae Ji-so is undoubtedly the latter.

Yu Xuan can see her every time she goes to the library, sitting by the window on the second floor, often staying in the morning, and often seeing her by the lake in the morning, holding a book to memorize words.

She often goes to the Department of Chinese Literature to take classes, which may be the reason why she is becoming more and more proficient in Chinese.

Political Economy is a major course in the Department of Finance, and classes are held in the multimedia classroom in Building B, often with two classes taking it together.

Before class, Yulang signed in, and a figure suddenly rushed in from outside, panting: "I'm sorry teacher, I'm late!"

Jisoo was sweating profusely, as if he had run a long way to get back, and his hair was scattered.

The teacher waved his hand, Yulang handed her a pen and paper, and Jisoo signed his name.

There were no seats in the back row, so she held her schoolbag and sat next to Yulang.

Yulang asked in a low voice, "You seem to be late a lot lately, is there anything wrong?"

Jisoo shook his head: "It's okay!"

Yulang reminded: "Attendance is to be counted as credits, if the credits are insufficient, you will not be able to graduate, you should pay more attention!"

"Hmm!" Jisoo smiled.

Yulang looked at her sweat-soaked sideburns, hesitated slightly, and wanted to hand her the tissue in his pocket, but saw Jisoo raise his hand to wipe it off without care.

He shoved the tissue back in.

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend, and Yulang was ready to return to the East China Sea.

"Is the ticket booked?"

"It's booked, the plane will be at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, and it will arrive almost at noon!"

Yulang placed his phone on the table, next to the instant noodles that had been opened, he spilled the ingredients into it, then poured hot water into it, and a puff of heat rose.

On the phone, Xu Ruolian instructed: "Remember to close the doors and windows when you go out, I just looked at the weather forecast, and it said that there has been heavy rain in Kyoto these days!"

Yulang covered the instant noodles: "Got it!"

"Also, the ticket to return the day after tomorrow is also set early, and there will be no ticket when the time comes!"

"It's decided!"

"That's good, when I come back tomorrow, my mother will make you your favorite fried fish!"

"Good!"

Hanging up the phone, Yulang sat on a chair and was about to eat noodles when he heard the sound of rain outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and the wind howling.

He looked at the window, and it was dark outside.

Lifted the lid of instant noodles, picked up the spoon and took a bite, and the mobile phone next to it suddenly rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

He picked it up and connected: "Hello?"

“……”

There was silence on the other side, and then Jisoo's cry came: "Squad leader, can you come over for a moment?"

Yu Lang's expression froze, and he immediately asked, "Where are you?"