Before leaving, the coach gave Yang Jingxing a big hug and gave him a jacket as a souvenir.

Ruoka teased Yang Jingxing like a good friend: "Genius driver, you must not be willing to sit on my little one now?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Of course I do, I want to relax a bit."

Luka chuckled: "But don't let him drive!"

After getting in the car, Ruoka motioned to his father to leave first, and then said to Yang Jingxing: "Give me your email address and I can send you the photos."

Yang Jingxing said: "Give me your email address too, so I can send you my gratitude."

Both of them laughed. After exchanging emails, Ruoka looked at it and asked, "This is your name? Can you tell me how to write your name in Chinese?" She even prepared paper and pen.

Yang Jingxing wrote it, but Ruoka was obviously very concerned about it: "It's too complicated. Anyone who can learn this language is a genius."

Yang Jingxing said, "I'm just getting started." At this time, a call came from Bo Er, asking him when he would return to the hotel.

After Yang Jingxing answered the phone, Ruoka asked, "Are you out of time?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes, what a pity."

Ruoka didn’t believe it: “Not even a lunch?”

Yang Jingxing said, "Then let me treat you."

Ruoka happily accepted.

Lunch was at a small restaurant, a cheap and fast one. Ruoka was obviously interested in the East and asked Yang Jingxing many questions. What is the famous dish? What is the climate like? Can anyone really know witchcraft? The biggest brand

Who is the singer? Can Yang Jingxing sing? What are his hobbies and interests... Yang Jingxing simply answered for the convenience of others.

"At what age do you fall in love?" Toca suddenly remembered and asked.

Consultant Yang Jingxing gave the same professional answer: "Not necessarily. If you are lucky, you will be ten years old, but if you are not lucky, you will be twenty years old."

Ruoka smiled and asked again: "You all like that kind of... hot girls? Cheerleaders!" She gestured to her relatively flat chest in embarrassment.

Yang Jingxing said: "Not necessarily."

Ruoka didn't quite believe it: "Really? Which one do you like?"

Yang Jingxing was a little embarrassed, so he thought for a moment and said, "Kind."

Perhaps due to the language barrier, Ruoka was not satisfied with the answer: "Most people are kind... My father fell in love with my mother because of her cooking skills." After saying that, she opened her wallet and showed Yang Jingxing hers.

Family photo.

Yang Jingxing didn't have any photos and felt ashamed: "Maybe, I don't know what love is."

Ruoka was surprised: "No one can explain love, just listen to your heart and feelings...Who do you want to be with? Who do you care about most?"

Yang Jingxing laughed: "I care about my mother the most, but I don't want to be with her the least. She is too nagging."

Ruoka chuckled: "We have something in common...what do you want to do in the future? I dream of being a painter." He also showed photos of his works to Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing felt ashamed again: "You reminded me. When I have a dream, I will definitely tell you."

The two pretended to eat, but they were actually chatting and getting to know each other better. The topics were naturally about boys and girls, youth and love, but they both felt that the other was not an expert and could only talk about their own experiences.

Time passed quickly, and when it was almost two o'clock, Bo Erwai's call came again. He still had to take Yang Jingxing back to the hotel. After getting in the car, Ruoka looked at the racing suit jacket that the coach gave to Yang Jingxing and said, "Now, you

Can you go back without regrets? You can show off to your friends that you are a good racing driver."

Yang Jingxing looked at Ruoka: "What's more important is that I met a beautiful Roman girl."

Ruoka smiled, feeling a little helpless with joy: "Boys...are all the same." Then he picked up the previous topic angrily: "We have a guy named Timothy. I don't even know him. His and I

The minimum distance is always more than five meters, but he boasted that he kissed me! How embarrassing!" She used a loud voice to cover up her embarrassment.

Yang Jingxing conscientiously comforted him: "Don't worry, my cowhide can't be transmitted this far, so it won't cause any trouble to you."

Ruoka looked at Yang Jingxing and said confidently: "You can't do it, I know."

Yang Jingxing suddenly turned bad and looked into Ruoka's eyes and became happy: "You won't let me tell lies!?"

Ruoka laughed, then stopped suddenly, and looked at Yang Jingxing warily: "What do you mean?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I thought you would be willing to help others."

Ruoka was determined, looked ahead and was silent for a moment, then lectured Yang Jingxing righteously: "Why? This is your own business, you should rely on yourself!"

So the two of them met each other's eyes and looked at each other. During the process, Ruoka gently put his right hand from the steering wheel back to his lap, raised his chin slightly, and unconsciously pursed his lips twice.

Yang Jingxing still stretched his neck and kissed Ruoka's lips quickly and gently. Then, the two of them did not dare to look at each other.

It was Yang Jingxing who broke the silence and said, "I won't brag anymore. This will become my only memory."

Ruoka nodded: "Me too... I'd better send you back quickly, otherwise your friends will be anxious."

There was not much to talk about along the way, and the content returned to the local customs. Back at the hotel door, Ruoka reminded Yang Jingxing: "Your friend is inside."

Yang Jingxing had already seen it. Ren Chuyu and Li Ya were sitting in the hall, looking over here. He hehe: "They must be envious of my good luck. Where is the handsome Italian guy?"

Ruoka smiled: "I envy them to have Chinese gentlemen around them."

Yang Jingxing said: "Thank you. Goodbye. I wish you a happy life in the future."

"Same for you." Ruoka took the initiative to hug Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing urged without mercy: "Let's go, otherwise I will brag again."

Ruoka laughed, got in the car, waved to Yang Jingxing, and left.

In Class 3, Grade 2, Ren Chuyu and Yang Jingxing were relatively familiar with each other, so of course she wanted to pay attention: "Are you guys making pretty fast progress?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Italian people are so hospitable."

"Why didn't I meet him?"

Tan Dong was still waiting in the room, and Yang Jingxing was caught and interrogated as soon as he entered the door, but Yang Jingxing regarded death as if he were home and didn't want to say anything. Tan Dong guessed that his friend had been stimulated and became depressed, so he comforted him: "But the gap is quite big...
Chapter completed!