The boy was wearing a white short-sleeved student uniform with a copper school badge on his chest: Zhenhua Middle School.
If we understand it literally, it seems like it should be a Chinese school.
In fact, Zhenhua Middle School was founded by a Japanese. The school's primary and secondary schools were combined into one. The students were mainly children of Japanese expatriates, plus a small number of Chinese students.
As for why the name of the school founded by the Japanese used the word "Zhenhua", the founder died of illness two years ago, and the reason cannot be verified.
Seeing that the dumpling restaurant was full, the young man couldn't help but frowned and said to the waiter who came forward: "Excuse me, are there any empty tables?"
As soon as the door opened, a girl rolled in like a whirlwind. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, complained to the boy in Japanese, and said, "Shinji, why did you leave so fast? You didn't even say wait for me."
"It's not that I walk fast, it's that you walk slowly." The boy named Shinji replied, and he also spoke in Japanese.
Nowadays, Japanese people can be seen everywhere in Shanghai. Even if they hear someone speaking Japanese, no one will make a fuss.
"Two classmates, please come this way." The waiter greeted enthusiastically.
A table had just been vacated, right next to Xu Siqi and Zheng Zheng.
"What do you two want to eat?" the waiter asked as he cleared the table.
Just when Shinji was about to answer, the girl rushed to say: "A drawer of dumplings stuffed with three kinds of fresh food, plus a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, oh, there are two bowls today. And me."
"Wait a moment, you two. We'll be here soon." The waiter stepped back.
Shinji said calmly: "Yumi, you don't like eating dumplings, why are you following me?"
The girl named Yumi rolled her eyes and said seriously: "That's because I want to try anything Shinji likes."
A tray of steaming dumplings and two bowls of seaweed and egg drop soup were quickly served.
Shinji stopped talking, picked up a dumpling and put it on a plate.
Then, he did a strange thing, eating the shrimp inside the dumpling first, and then eating the other parts of the dumpling.
Xu Siqi turned his back to the next table and could not see this scene.
He drank it all solemnly, then filled up another glass, and sighed: "I estimate that in ten or twenty years, there will be at least one million Japanese in Shanghai."
Xu Siqi responded nonchalantly, his mind still on Yihe Cotton Factory.
"Look at the streets and alleys of Shanghai. Japanese are everywhere. At this rate, sooner or later, their emperor will be able to move to China."
When he said this, Zheng Zheng's voice was slightly louder and could be heard by guests at nearby tables.
Shinji stopped his chopsticks and glared at Zheng Zheng.
"Don't mind, I was just joking. China and Japan are very friendly." He grinned solemnly and gave Shinji a thumbs up.
When he said this, he crossed his legs and was definitely not apologetic.
Shinji clenched his fists and his body was as tense as a bowstring. He looked like he would rush forward at any moment and tear this guy who had offended the emperor into pieces.
Yumi hurriedly advised: "Shinji, forget it, he's just a drunkard, don't get along with him. If you beat him up, the policeman will come to the house again to cause trouble."
Shinji was silent for a while, slowly calmed down, picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.
Zheng Zheng couldn't understand Japanese, but Xu Siqi could understand it. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. Judging from Yumi's tone, it seemed that he was worried that Shinji would get into trouble.
The problem is, where does Yumi have the confidence to think that a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old can beat a strong adult?
Twenty minutes later, Shinji and Yumi checked out and left.
He sighed solemnly: "Siqi, did you see that just because I offended their emperor, the Japanese student looked like he wanted to eat me? Do you know what this is? This is called faith! From the beginning
It can be seen from a small thing that Japan's strength is not unreasonable."
Xu Siqi lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said: "If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please first talk about the old and young of the people. Old people often think about the past, and young people often think about the future. Thinking about the past also creates nostalgia for the past.
Just thinking about the future creates hope..."
He solemnly said: "I like this sentence the most, old people are like monks, young people are like knights."
Xu Siqi nodded: "Yes, I like this sentence too. Young people are like chivalrous people, and being chivalrous refers to the enterprising spirit. So, if young people are strong, the country will be strong. This sentence is not wrong at all."
After the meal, Xu Siqi took out the money and was about to pay the bill. He accidentally glanced and noticed the cups, plates, dishes and chopsticks that had not been cleared away at the next table.
It was obvious that Yumi didn't like Chinese food. She only drank a few mouthfuls of the soup. There were only three smashed dumplings on the plate. There was no shortage of meat and vegetable fillings, but the shrimps were missing.
Each seafood-filled dumpling is guaranteed to contain a complete shrimp, which is the signature feature of Sipailou Dumpling Restaurant.
Xu Siqi's mother's method of making dumplings was learned from the Sipailou Dumpling House. The taste and procedure are basically the same. She also puts a shrimp inside the dumpling filling.
Following Xu Siqi's gaze, he solemnly asked, "What are you looking at?"
"I didn't see anything... I just thought that Japanese female student was too wasteful." Xu Siqi finished paying the bill and walked out of the dumpling restaurant.
After a while, Zheng Zheng also followed out. While picking his teeth with a toothpick, he said: "The girl didn't eat a bite. All the shrimps in the dumpling filling were given to the boy."
"You mean, that boy likes to eat shrimps in dumpling fillings?"
"It seems so. It's all a habit. I starved them for ten and a half days, not to mention dumplings, and multi-grain rice can also be used as delicacies..."
The two got in the car, and Xu Siqi sat in the car in a daze.
He solemnly lit a cigarette, reached out and rolled down the car window, looking at the lively scene of people coming and going on the street, and said: "I'm not going back tonight. I'll spend the night at your place to save myself the hassle of going back and forth."
After a while, Xu Siqi didn't hear any response. He turned around and took a serious look and said, "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"
Xu Siqi calmed down and said, "Not tonight."
"Are you busy tonight? Oh, I understand, no need to explain, no need to explain!" Zheng Zheng said with a self-satisfied look on his face.
"What do you understand?"
"You must understand, either Gu Xiaoniu is coming tonight, or you and Gu Da Niu have reconciled. Siqi, I have to remind you, if you let Gu Da Niu bump into you again, you will be completely out of luck. No matter what,
She is also a rich young lady..."
"Look for an opportunity to make arrangements. I want to meet with the webmaster." Xu Siqi interrupted his solemn eloquence.
After thinking about it seriously, he said: "If there is an operational mission, the special operations team can make the decision on its own without asking the stationmaster for instructions. Besides, the stationmaster's identity has been exposed. Try to minimize your meetings with him. It will only do you good and no harm."
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"This matter requires a meeting with the webmaster." Xu Siqi said slowly.