This Italian tourist who climbed Mount Fuji alone never imagined that someone in the world could reach the summit three times in one day.

Those kids were pretty awesome even after two visits, but this blond and blue-eyed barbarian was a monster.

It was a pity that the Virgin Mary did not appear, and people soon surpassed him with laughter and laughter.

What was even more despairing was that after climbing to the top in disgrace, I found that these children were equipped with skis again.

I didn't see any extra ones around, it must be the last time.

"Excuse me, can you take a picture for us?" James handed the old camera to him.

"This is my honor." The Italian tourist picked up the camera, "Produced in Germany in 1934, Kodak's first Retina..."

He was obviously an expert in photography and recognized this camera that was full of classical charm.

James didn't understand what he was saying at all, so he had to wait patiently.

"Oh my God, it's so well maintained!"

"Ahem—uncle, it's sunset now."

The Italian tourist's sigh ended here, "Sorry, kid, I'll take pictures for you right now."

The way he adjusts the lens is professional at first glance, but he still comes up with a few words of praise from time to time.

I've always heard that Italians are talkative, but I didn't expect it to be a joke, but a fact.

As long as he opens his mouth, he can probably chatter until sunrise tomorrow.

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Chapter completed!