After waiting for a while, seeing that Yang Fan still hesitated and refused to give a happy word. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Xu Yujie's face was also full of disappointment. She turned around and pretended to be angry to leave. Yang Fan pulled her back, Yang Fan had a lot of strength, and almost took Xu Yujie in his arms this time, Xu Yujie looked up at Yang Fan, and her face flushed. She didn't dare to look at Yang Fan anymore and lowered her head. Yang Fan's heart rippled, as if a spring breeze was blowing. Following this feeling, Yang Fan couldn't help but kiss it.

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Standing in front of Hefei No. 8 Middle School, Yang Fan repeatedly confirmed the address of the business card. Although the address is not marked as the eighth middle school, it should indeed be this place.

Because he was afraid of making a mistake, Yang Fan didn't dare to rush in, and directly took out his mobile phone and dialed the number above.

Yang Fan didn't realize the rashness of his move, because he was too late to go back to the dormitory yesterday, and he hadn't fully sobered up yet.

"Hey, hello, this is Mr. Mizuno's mobile phone, I'm his assistant, what's the matter with you?" The phone was connected, and the other party said a lot of words in one breath, so that Yang Fan, who was in a daze, couldn't react at all.

"Hey, hello, are you there?" The other party asked again and again, apparently afraid that this was a prank.

"Well, I'm here, I followed the water yesterday...... Mr. made an appointment, and we will meet today. I'm at the gate of No. 8 Middle School now, how do I get there? Yang Fan couldn't remember whether the old Japanese man was called Mizuhara or Mizuno, and he was afraid of making a mistake, so he vaguely confused it.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Yang Fanyang?"

"Yes!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go out and pick you up, it will take about 3 minutes."

Hanging up the phone, Yang Fan honestly stood at the door and waited, and after a while, a young man in a black suit ran out of the school. "Is that Mr. Yang?"

Yang Fan nodded and subconsciously glanced at his phone. It's been 3:06 since he hung up the phone.

"Mr. Mizuno is inside, please!"

The other party politely led the way, and Yang Fan also followed politely.

Yang Fan didn't know how many high schools in Hefei could rank in the No. 8 Middle School, but the lush trees in the school, still in use, and the teaching buildings that looked old but not dilapidated, clearly hinted that this was a very historic school.

Yang Fan remembered the new campus of Ontario University, which was still under construction, and it was obviously a newly designed European-style teaching building, but it had to be painted with gray old exterior paint, and then it was necessary to use the words "Hui style architecture" in the campus profile to describe it. I don't know why, but he feels that Ontario is not as cultural as the middle school in front of him.

"This way, please!" The young man in the suit still led the way politely, and Yang Fan looked up and saw that he had unconsciously walked to the gymnasium of the eighth middle school.

Through a dark aisle, Yang Fan followed the young man in a suit directly to the venue. There was no hustle and bustle in the stadium, but the sparse cheering and the sound of sneakers rubbing against the floor clearly told Yang Fan that there was a game going on here.

The young man in the suit led Yang Fan to an old man who was also wearing a suit, and Yang Fan stood still a little farther away, waiting for the young man to go and report.

When the old man saw that the young man was back, he glanced back at Yang Fan. Yang Fan thought that he would summon himself over, but he didn't, and walked directly towards Yang Fan.

"You're here!"

Yang Fan was taken aback, it turned out that the old Japanese man in front of him could speak Chinese, and his accent still had a hint of Hefei native sound, if it wasn't for the fact that they had just eaten together yesterday, he must have thought that the old man in front of him was an authentic Hefei person.

"You...... Can you speak Chinese? ”

"What, is it a surprise?"

"You didn't know what you said yesterday?"

The old man laughed loudly again, and Yang Fan also laughed. He understood that although the old man didn't say it yesterday, it didn't mean that he wouldn't say it.

"I often come to Hefei, if I don't speak Chinese, wouldn't it be inconvenient?"

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed, he didn't care about Mizuno Yangping when he chatted with Xu Yujie yesterday, although he didn't say bad things about people, but he always felt a little awkward in his heart.

"Come and sit down, let's watch this game first." After Mizuno finished speaking, he walked to a bench on the sidelines.

After the two of them sat down, Yang Fan opened his mouth first and asked: "I don't know what Mr. Mizuno called me this time ......."

"What do you think of the strength of the two teams on the field?" Yang Fan's words were interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Huh? This is not a joint work of the University! Yang Fan vaguely remembered that yesterday at the restaurant, Ding Tan once said that Mr. Mizuno's team was going to have a match with Hegong University today.

Yang Fan is very familiar with several people in the Hegong team, and the Chinese student team in front of him not only does not look like the Hegong team, but it doesn't even look like a university team at all.

"You're late, the game is over." Mizuno's words surprised Yang Fan, playing two games in a row in the morning, can this team's physical strength be so good?

Yang Fan glanced at the scoreboard with a surprised look, and his surprise immediately turned into shock. 52-17, Japan's high school team actually led by a large score.

"This is the team of the eighth." Mizuno continued to finish what he hadn't finished just yet.

Without the introduction of Mizuno Yohei, Yang Fan could see at a glance that the one wearing a black uniform was the No. 2 High School of Kanagawa Hosei University, and the Hefei No. 8 Squadron was wearing a white uniform. Looking at the two teams on the field, almost everyone in the No. 2 Affiliated Squadron of Thammasat University had a radiant look on their faces, so that the players of Hefei No. 8 Middle School looked exhausted one by one, if it wasn't for Mizuno Yohei told in advance, Yang Fan thought that the No. 8 Squadron had played two games in a row.

Yang Fan shook his head, this is a game without suspense at all, but in such a game, Hosei University still plays very disciplined, and there is no intention of relaxing at all. This may be a sign of respect for the opponent.

This kind of competition didn't make Yang Fan interested in it at all, except for feeling a little embarrassed.

"You're not a player?" Yang Fan moved the topic to Yohei Mizuno.

Mizuno Yohei didn't seem surprised, and his eyes revealed a fleeting excitement: "Oh? How do you know? ”

"Let's not talk about it." Yang Fan smiled.

"Is it because of height, it doesn't matter." Mizuno doesn't seem to care about his physical defects.

"Actually, it's not just because of your height, you're 1.7 meters, but it's not that you can't play. It's just that those of us who have played for a few years usually get calluses on our fingers. If you are a player, it is possible to deform your fingers with your qualifications. ”

Yohei Mizuno opened his hand: "Oh, yes? But I obviously have calluses on my hands. He was afraid that Yang Fan would not believe it, so he deliberately stretched out so that Yang Fan could see clearly.

"The position of your callus just means that you are in another industry, with all due respect, if this is really a player, depending on the position of your callus, your level may not be very good. But you're a coach, and you've been doing it for so many years, it's obviously impossible. ”

"And what do you think I do?"

"At first I could think of gymnasts or weightlifters, but you don't have the same temperament."

"Then you guess one."

"You are a soldier of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces!" Yang Fan gave his final judgment.