Fang Yun watched Sinclair finish a plate of spicy chicken in a daze, he even felt that eating muscles alone was no longer enough, and he also ate a few spoonfuls of chili peppers.

What a warrior!

At the end of the meal, it was not early, Zhuang Yan sent Fang Yun home first, and then took Sinclair to the hotel.

In fact, you can also live at home, and he also has a room at home, but it is not cleaned, which is more troublesome.

After settling Sinclair, before leaving, Zhuang Yanxiao said to him, "Drink more water, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." ”

Sinclair didn't understand what Zhuang Yan meant, and thought it was polite to ask him to drink more water. Seeing that Sinclair didn't understand, Zhuang Yan didn't say anything more, the things were already in the stomach, and drinking water actually didn't work much.

As the saying goes, "Eating spicy food is cool for a while, chrysanthemum crematorium", Sinclair is an American stomach after all, although because of the spicy chicken open shì jiè zhī mén, but the body may not be able to keep up with the taste buds, the top is refreshing, but the bottom is likely to suffer.

When Fang Yun got home, her roommate Zhu Wen ran over, "You are back, why didn't you reply to me when I sent a message?"

"Hmm, you messaged me? Oh, I was asleep just now, didn't see it. Fang Yun said a little confused, when Zhuang Yan sent her back just now, she fell asleep in the car when she was a little tired, and she was not fully awake yet, and she returned to her residence completely supported by willpower.

"Did the principal send you back?" said Zhu Wen and leaned over the window to look outside, but it was dark outside and he couldn't see anything.

"Ah, I'm so sleepy, how do you know that the principal sent me back?" Fang Yun yawned and began to undress, she was about to take a shower and sleep.

Zhu Wen laughed, "How do you know? You're on the news!"

"On the news...... What! What news!" Fang Yun's sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

"Look, look, Zhuang Yan and his girlfriend appeared at the airport to pick up the mysterious foreign man, but unexpectedly clashed with the fans of the popular student Zhou Yuyang. Zhu Wen handed the phone to Fang Yun, "There is also a photo of you on it." ”

Fang Yun took the phone and quickly read the news, what was reported on it was what happened to them at the airport, and the photo attached to it was also very clever, it was the picture of himself hiding behind Zhuang Yan.

"You don't really have anything to do. Zhu Wen licked his tongue and gossiped, "Oh roar, office romance, the other party is still Zhuang Yan, tsk." ”

"What, this news is nonsense, here's how it ......"

Fang Yun roughly told him about today's events, and Zhu Wen nodded after hearing it, "I didn't expect it, Zhuang Yan is quite a boyfriend." ”

Is the focus crooked, big sister?

"I kind of know the difficulties of those celebrities, and things are distorted beyond recognition by these reports. Fang Yun pursed her lips and looked at Zhu Wen again, "It's all you gossip who watch gossip every day, otherwise these gossip news won't survive." ”

Zhu Wen shrugged his shoulders, "Gossip is human nature. ”

……

Zhuang Yan also saw the news, but he didn't care, and he didn't think about it, if he had to bother to explain such news, then he wouldn't do anything every day, and he could explain it to others.

I took a shower and lay on the lounge chair on the balcony for a while to blow a cool breeze.

At this time, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and it is too hot during the day to feel slightly cold at night.

Looking through the night sky, looking at the dirt slope opposite, the moonlight sprinkled on the dirt slope, and only the outline of the dirt slope could be faintly seen. The restless heart of the quiet city in the middle of the night also calms down, and all the negative emotions brought by the hustle and bustle of the day seem to be washed away at this moment.

In "Camel Xiangzi", he will always sit on the steps and look up at the moon in the sky, he has experienced so many worlds, everything is changing, only this moon has always been the same.

Sometimes after looking at it for a long time, he feels like he is looking at the moon, and the moon is looking at him.

Sometimes, he could see the moon smiling, and he would laugh with it.

The night was getting deeper, but Zhuang Yan was not sleepy, got up from the recliner and went to the study again, took out the original manuscript of "The Man Who Stole the Shadow" and began to change it again.

The manuscript was almost revised, and he decided to contact Wang Lijian to discuss the publication during this time.

By the time the draft was corrected, the sky outside had turned white, and he looked at his phone, and at five o'clock, he still had a little time to catch up on sleep.

He was going to pick up Sinclair later, and in order not to miss the time, he set an alarm clock at seven o'clock.

At seven o'clock, he was woken up by the alarm clock, and then got up with willpower, but the whole person was not in a good state.

"Alas, I still won't stay up late in the future. ”

Because I am young, I can still bear it, but it is precisely because I am young that I should pay more attention to my body, otherwise it will be too late to maintain it in the future.

After a brief wash, he drove to the hotel where Sinclair was staying.

The two went downstairs to have some breakfast, and then Zhuang Yan pulled Sinclair to the school, "I'll take you to see the place of work today." ”

"I'm ready, but Mr. Zhuang, I don't know what I'm going to do yet. ”

"Didn't I tell you before that I would let you teach at my school? Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

"Teaching?" Sinclair was a little surprised, when they met in the United States before, Zhuang Yan did joke that he would wait for him to learn Chinese and then teach at Zhuang Yan School. But he thought Zhuang Yan was joking, after all, he had no teaching experience.

Besides, he didn't learn Chinese well.

"Well, teach, teach English first, wait until you learn almost Chinese, and then transfer to the literature department." ”

"However, I haven't even learned Chinese well, so how can I teach English to others." Sinclair was embarrassed.

"It's okay, you teach all college students, they all have English background, don't need to use too much Chinese, in China, many foreign teachers don't know Chinese, it's not a special thing." Zhuang Yan explained to him.

In fact, Zhuang Yan asked him to be a teacher, not to let him teach students, but more to let students teach him Chinese.

If Sinclair knew Zhuang Yan's thoughts, he would probably be moved to tears, and in order for him to learn Chinese, he would have to find a class of students.

In fact, Zhuang Yan also carefully considered whether letting him teach students English would affect students' English learning, but after thinking about it, he felt that he had no such concerns at all, and the matter of language was originally communication.

Mixing a foreigner in a group of locals will not only affect the foreigner, but the foreigner will also affect the local.

The impact is always mutual, which is why many foreign teachers in schools are not proficient in Chinese.