Chapter 199 Why are you pretending!
This was the first time Tang Wan had actually seen such an academy.
In the past, when I saw such schools, I only got a glimpse of them in books.
Now that I see it with my own eyes, I feel that it is not as beautiful as Lingyun Academy.
Simple words cannot describe the difference between them. If I have to explain it clearly, it is probably because Lingyun Academy has more traces of time.
This school looks new.
New in every sense of the word.
Here, Tang Guan even saw some strange cultural relics from Eastern countries.
They are placed here to add a bit of historical weight to this shallow history of the school.
Tang Guan stopped and looked at the treasures squeezed into the same window, and the smile disappeared from his face.
The classmate who led Tang Guan was enthusiastically introducing what was in front of him in the local language.
For the first time, Tang Wan felt that human voices were so noisy.
Her Spanish was not very good, so she could only watch the foreign classmate in front of her gesticulating and guess what he meant.
Xiao Heqing, who was standing by, seemed to understand Tang Wan's confusion, and took the initiative to walk to Tang Wan's side and help Tang Wan with simultaneous translation.
"They bought this cultural relic at a high price and placed it in the school as a treasure."
"Although I don't know what's so exciting about these things, but putting them here makes the school look much more impressive."
"Ah, I heard this is something from your country? But unfortunately, Orientals are not allowed to enter our auction house."
"Hahaha, who told your country to have someone who asked for a price but didn't pay? How uncultured!"
Xiao Heqing spoke very quickly, his brows slightly furrowed, and he was obviously a little unhappy.
Tang Wan didn't care about that. After all, she was just a child, unlike Xiao Heqing who was already sixteen years old and needed to think more before doing things.
The identity of being a child is a natural protective color.
Tang Guan walked up to the teachers and saw that they did not stop the student who was talking nonsense. He knew that these teachers wanted to intimidate him and Xiao Heqing.
Tang Wan slightly closed her eyelids, raised the tablet in her hand, and wrote in Mandarin on it.
[Only people without quality would steal other people’s things]
[Oh, that's not called being uncultured, that's called being a robber]
Tang Wan is only six years old. When she wrote such words, most people would just think she was straightforward.
The teachers all looked uncomfortable. Even the student who was introducing the class with great enthusiasm turned around and looked at the words on Tang Guan's tablet, tilting his head in confusion.
Just like Tang Guan couldn't understand Spanish, he couldn't understand these square languages.
It was the translator beside him who said, "Master, she is calling you a robber."
The boy's face suddenly changed. Just when he was about to say something, he saw Tang Wan's tablet writing:
But this sentence may be a bit heavy for you.
After all, with only a few hundred years of history, how could you possibly understand the weight of history these represent?
So you don’t understand its value, but we all do.
[It’s a pity that such a beautiful thing is put here and desecrated by people who don’t understand it.]
Seeing so many words, the boy tugged at the sleeve of the translator beside him in annoyance and asked in Spanish, "What is she writing?"
How could the translator dare to translate it literally? He could only turn his head to the side and pretend that he saw nothing.
At this moment, a voice that made her feel familiar came from behind Tang Wan, interrupting the secret thoughts of everyone present.
"She said, 'You don't understand how precious these things are.'"
"Calling you shallow."
This was a childish Spanish sentence. Tang Wan subconsciously turned her head and saw the little boy who looked like a wolf cub.
Perhaps it is no longer accurate to call him a little boy.
Compared to before, Frank now looks more like a teenager.
Even the baby fat on his face has quietly disappeared during these days, becoming more angular, like a wolf king about to reach adulthood.
The messy white hair covered the blue eyes, making him look particularly wild.
He came to Tang Wan's side in a familiar manner, but stayed at a safe distance. Looking at Tang Wan's bright eyes, he raised an innocent smile at the corner of his mouth and spoke in not very fluent Mandarin.
"Okay, long time no see."
Behind Tang Guan, the classmates who followed Fule suddenly stopped, opened their eyes wide, and looked at Fule in disbelief.
Is this still the little overlord Furl?
It looks so well-behaved, could it be that it has been possessed by some dirty thing?
However, Full turned around, the smile on his lips still there, but his blue eyes were filled with an unprecedented oppression that silenced the students present.
Even if you see something unusual happening to Forle, you can't say anything.
No one wants to become the next "Oriental doll".
Tang Wan nodded at Frank and raised the tablet in his hand, which read:
Long time no see, Frank
The teachers watched the interaction between Tang Wan and Fule, looked at each other, and made some guesses about Tang Wan's identity.
Although they didn't know why this "little devil" suddenly acted like a good boy, it didn't prevent them from seeing the warning in For's eyes.
Perhaps as long as this oriental girl named "Tangguan" is around, Fule's name can only be "Frank".
And the respect for Tang Wan also increased a little with Fu Er's attitude.
Fule nodded at Tang Wan, and there was even some sweetness in his voice, as if he had picked it up: "Tang, do you, do you want to, meet, Chris?"
Tang Wan thought about Chris who was sending her a message yesterday, pondered for a while, and then wrote.
[Yes, but I need to visit the campus first.]
Chris and I made an agreement yesterday.
As she wrote this, Tang Wan tilted her head like a kitten, and the hat on her head swayed with her movements, like the most beautiful flower in spring.
Weak and bright.
Didn't Chris tell you?
Tang Wan felt a little strange.
She clearly remembered that Chris and Frank were good friends, so why didn't they communicate with each other now?
In Tang Guan's world of friendship, there has never been a case of good friends breaking up, so she doesn't quite understand the current situation.
When Frank saw what Tang Wan wrote, he lowered his eyelids slightly, looking very pitiful, even a little distraught.
After a long while, he finally said in a baby voice: "Maybe, during this time, he, he was angry with me."
The children present knew how cruel and ruthless Furl was.
At an age when other children cannot control their emotions, he can press the trigger without changing his expression and shoot the traitor without changing his face.
And such a devil actually pretended to be pitiful in front of this oriental kid!
How shameless!
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