Chapter 83: A Compensation for Acacia(2/2)
"Yesterday I said I would bake cakes and biscuits for you, and the ingredients were all ready, but the results didn't come out..." Yan Zheke's face turned red inch by inch, and he was so embarrassed that he almost couldn't lift his head.
Aunt Du didn't clean it up, she must have thought that we would do it at night, but now, they are still there... Isn't it obvious at a glance...
"Pfft, it's okay, just say you forgot." Lou Cheng was thick-skinned and didn't care.
Yan Zheke rolled her eyes, looked at him sideways, twisted her eyes bitterly and said:
"It's all your fault!"
To this, Lou Cheng could only respond with a secret laugh.
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After morning exercise and breakfast, Aunt Du drove Yan Zheke to school. Lou Cheng followed him, keeping the atmosphere lively along the way to prevent the girl from feeling guilty when facing Aunt Du.
Arriving at the school gate, Yan Zheke tied up her hair, put on big black-rimmed glasses, and said to Lou Cheng:
"I'm going to class. Take a look around by yourself. People here like to use slang. Just save the words if you can. If you don't understand, just ask a few more times."
"Don't worry, I have professional translation software, and I also downloaded Gu Ge's three-piece set." Lou Cheng smiled and shook his phone.
At this time, Du Yan parked the car and accompanied Yan Zheke to the campus. She would wait in a quiet place to prevent school shootings or violent incidents. American schools are far from safe.
When the girl's back disappeared, Lou Cheng withdrew his gaze, opened the map, and searched for nearby martial arts gyms or fighting venues.
One of my goals when coming to the United States is to experience more different styles of martial arts.
After determining the target, he walked all the way according to the map, walking like a backpacker for a while, and came to a three-story building with a signboard called "Hua Guolong Boxing Gym".
Hey, they are really Chinese... The building was standing at the door. Looking around, I happened to see a girl with long hair and black facial features at the front desk. I could tell from the feeling that she was not Japanese.
Chapter completed!