"Oh haha, the dog will hit my aunt to death! (おはようございます, good morning honorific)"
At night, the handsome boy was half sitting on the bed in the apartment, staring at the Japanese comic being played on the laptop screen, imitating the heroine's greeting when she got up in the morning.
"Hahaha, junior fellow student, what you are learning is too unprofessional."
Fingel also sat on the edge of the bed laughing loudly and couldn't stop pounding the wall with his fist.
Even Chu Zihang on the side couldn't stand it anymore and said.
"If you want to learn Japanese well, you must first learn the syllabary and practice pronunciation. Japanese characters are nothing more than katakana, hiragana, Chinese and Arabic numerals. It should be easy to remember based on your memory."
"吆西～(はい,Okay)"
Li Yongyuan gave a thumbs up to the cold boy sitting below and continued speaking in plastic Japanese.
He really doesn’t understand the Japanese. If you say you want to copy Chinese, just copy it all. Anyway, the envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty brought more than a little bit of culture from China. What does it mean to just copy one-third, and create so many twists and turns of your own?
Hiragana and katakana are so big that it makes your head big to memorize them.
"a ha ha ha……"
Fingel was laughing so hard that he almost shed tears.
"Xuedi Li, I suggest you start with games first. I have the latest Sony original PSP here, with the classic King of Fighters downloaded in it."
Li Yongyuan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became interested. He left his silver-white Dell notebook and climbed to Fingel's bedside.
"Bring it here."
Mr. Li stretched out his hand. He naturally knew what this guy was planning. He was just tired from studying and needed to relax.
"Okay!"
Fingel likes this kind of cheerful and wealthy boss. His words are as simple and straightforward as his money. He turns over and fiddles with the newly arrived game console and offers it with both hands.
After taking it, Li Yongyuan turned it on skillfully, clicked into the Street Fighter game, and chose the highest difficulty level to start the battle between human and machine.
The character he chose to appear first is the extremely popular Iori Yagami. Her sinister side bangs and cool posture are very much in line with Li Yongyuan's ideas.
At this moment, he coolly put his hands in his pockets and turned away, leaving only the back of a strong man.
Character's lines: すぐ楽にしてやる(I will relieve you immediately)
"Round one, Fight!" The first round started with the sound of the gong.
"I shoot! (Superkill) Kusanagi has a lot of magic power!" On the screen, Iori Yagami, whose face was covered by side bangs, waved his long fist and attacked fiercely and crazily. Purple flames suddenly flashed, leaving no room for his opponent to breathe.
"You're so handsome, junior. Are you a newbie? It's scary." Fingel poked his head out to watch the battle and sighed with his mouth.
It can be seen from his initial operation that he presses randomly and has no understanding of the connection of skills and the use of explosive energy. However, his hand speed is fast enough and his reaction is strong enough. He can kill his opponent with his fists and body skills alone.
, and occasionally explode a bar of energy, and computer players are completely unable to resist it.
Finally, Iori Yagami seized the opportunity and punched and kicked fiercely again. He grabbed Mai Shiranui's head, which was still bleeding, and said ferociously: "そして, 死ね (Then, die!)"
"Aah!"
Mai Shiranui, who was constantly throwing paper fans on the opposite side, shouted. Her fiery figure fell heavily from the air, and her health bar completely disappeared.
The big red letters K.O. appeared on the electronic screen with electronic sound effects..
Yagami turned around gracefully at this time, raised his hands above his head and laughed wildly: The moon is seen and the moon is reflected (think of me when you see the moon!)
Chu Zihang was still sitting down coldly, reading a book called "The Chrysanthemum and the Knife", written by American Ruth Benedict.
What is interesting about this book is that the author has never been to Japan in person, but it provides a good in-depth analysis of Japanese national character before World War II.
For example, the title of the book, chrysanthemum and sword, are originally opposites, but it actually reveals the dual nature of Japanese people's kindness and aggressiveness (the self-proclaimed righteousness may hide hypocrisy under the veil).
Next to him was a book called "Embracing Failure," also written by an American, John W. Doyle. It focused on the changes and collisions in Japanese mentality and thinking after the defeat in World War II, and how to adapt to the impact of defeat.
Redevelopment of social economy.
If he remembered correctly, all the older heads of the Sheqiba family had experienced the shameful history of being oppressed by the US military after the defeat in World War II. From these two books, we should be able to glean and analyze the changes in their thinking.
If a Japanese samurai who is ready to draw his sword at any time and fight you to the death restrains his fangs and becomes polite, it is not that he has forgotten how to draw his sword, but that he is thinking about how to achieve a fatal blow.
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According to the news circulated by the headquarters, the commissioners who arranged to go to the Japanese branch were in a daze after returning. When their names were called, they would subconsciously stand up and shout, "すみません, 久久えました (Sorry, I was wrong)"
Those guys who look gentle and polite on the surface actually completely believe in the paranoid Yakuza culture and respect the strong.
It is no wonder that the principal has been reluctant to take any action, and it was not until Li Yongyuan appeared that he established a visiting delegation to the college.
After all, if the person who goes to slap him in the face is not strong enough, then not only will he lose face, but the Japanese branch of Kassel College he founded may also become history.
"なけ,さけべ,そしてしね, (Cry, scream, and die!)"
As Lee Yong-yeon unleashed his special move, Yagami, he began to imitate Yagami-an's violent and ferocious tone and screamed wildly. The character on the screen kept clawing at Kusanagi Kyo's body, and finally locked his head with both hands, causing the opponent's whole body to be torn.
And it keeps bringing up the spurting bright red blood.
"Junior is mighty!"
Fingel applauded on the sidelines, making sure to satisfy the sponsor’s father.
Chu Zihang actually thought for a moment that it might be useful for him to learn the Japanese lines of the characters in the King of Fighters game. Maybe they would actually fight. Such words would make those gangsters timid before they saw the blood.
"Junior Li, if you like playing King of Fighters, why don't we install a large game console in the dormitory?"
Fingel asked tentatively, much like the treacherous eunuchs who served the emperor in ancient times.
"good!"
Li Yongyuan agreed without raising his head, pressing the buttons quickly with his fingers. Playing games on the PSP was really not satisfying.
"With your order, we will release the latest Street Fighter 4 when the time comes. Anyway, Street Fighter is almost the same as King of Fighters, and it can be played online worldwide. It will definitely be a blast."
Fingel hurriedly climbed out of bed, turned on his computer and searched online for a suitable large game console, preferably equipped with a projection screen.
As for the expenses, Mr. Li will naturally pay all the bills.
Fingel was so dedicated, all with the idea of using the game console. As for Li Yongyuan, just spend a small amount of money to buy services. A win-win situation.
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china, orthodox, genting xingqing palace
The decoration of the ancient palace is majestic, with vermilion columns standing tall and straight, the design style is smooth and dignified, and the colors are rich but solemn.
The red and purple beams made of Yunding sandalwood are carved with various kinds of swimming dragons. The screen with the Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers painted in ink is placed at the head of the hall. The top of the hall is inlaid with moon pearls and glows with brilliance. The steps are paved with precious green felt carpets embroidered with brocade.
, the bright red pattern on it burns like a flame.
Li Chengqian was rarely seen wearing a bright yellow robe. He was sitting on the large carved pear wood chair at the front, blowing the hot air from the green glazed tea cup unhurriedly.
At the lower end, delinquents in black clothes on both sides stood respectfully holding long and straight Tang swords with pure black scabbards and golden leather to kill.
The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was lying on the ground, beads of sweat appeared faintly on his high cheekbones and forehead, and his body was trembling uncontrollably. The current head of the Zhao family, Zhao Li.
"No, I don't know what the master of the house is calling Li to do."
The man finally couldn't bear the depressing atmosphere like before a storm, and spoke with a faint trembling voice.
"You know very well, Zhao Li."
The old man raised his eyelids slightly and glanced sideways at the man kneeling on the ground. His tone was obviously neither serious nor serious, but it was like a mountain pressing down on him.
"Li, I don't know."
Zhao Li raised his head, revealing a slightly weathered face of an ordinary middle-aged man.
"Do you know why I sent Zhao Xi to the United States?"
Li Chengqian put down the tea cup in his hand, put his hands on his knees, and looked at him with deep and sharp eyes. The man lowered his head again for a moment, not daring to overstep.
"Zhao Xi is indeed not a descendant of the Zhao family, nor is he a descendant of the Black King."
The middle-aged man struggled to say these words. He knew that the situation was over and all his trump cards were lost, so he could no longer hide it.
"Who are you cooperating with? The Japanese fierce ghosts?"
Li Chengqian had expected it and continued to ask.
"The master of the family knows clearly."
Zhao Li's body was half limp on the ground, with his forehead pressed to the ground. In recent years, the family's ambitions have grown increasingly. Gradually, they were no longer satisfied with being in a corner of China, so they began to reach out to the surrounding areas. As a lesson from heaven and earth, they never thought of wavering.
Li's clan status.
"Report the list of people who have participated in these years and submit it to Dali Temple for review and sentencing. In addition, extract all the information on the collaborators from the Fierce Ghosts and submit it. The evolution drug used by the Renovamen organization that has been smuggled into the country recently appeared first.
It’s in their hands.”
Li Chengqian issued an ultimatum, and the man kneeling below must do it, and he must do it as quickly as possible.
"yes!"
Sure enough, Zhao Li didn't hesitate at all.
"get out."
The old man waved his hands as if he was tired.
"yes."
The man stood up and drained the blood from his numb legs, then bowed and left.
"return."
The old man waved again.
Zhao Li, who turned around, did not dare to show any impatience and turned around again.
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of explosion suddenly resounded from the hall, and the hot tea splashed on the man's face and flowed down, making his skin red. However, his figure remained upright, with his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered, not daring to move rashly.
Just now, the old man waved his hand and threw out the Ru kiln azure glazed tea cup that he usually couldn't put down. It drew a straight vertical line in the air and then exploded into countless broken pieces in front of the man, but the force was very controlled.
Well, no one around was hurt.
"This tea cup is a precious porcelain produced by Ru kiln in the Song Dynasty. It has been around for a thousand years and can fetch sky-high prices in the outside world."
The old man introduced his cherished tea utensils, and the man stood at the foot of the steps and listened silently.
"No matter how valuable it is in the eyes of outsiders, once it gets in the eyes of the owner, it will be smashed to pieces without hesitation to vent his anger."
There was a faint invisible majesty emanating from Li Chengqian's body. At this moment, he was no longer the elegant and noble old principal of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, nor was he the amiable grandfather in Li Longyuan's eyes, but a high-pressure ruler and the absolute person in power.
This liger-like man finally showed his fangs in front of others, as if he was not a wise man strategizing in the dark with his words, but more like a tyrant with ultimate power, whose words could determine life or death.