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Chapter 29 There's Something Wrong with Your Japanese Language Teacher

Ji Yang took the lead and walked in front. As he walked, he looked at the young Japanese people walking in front of him with interest, and praised: "When I watched DVDs before, my favorite ones were the gangster movies in Hong Kong. I thought they looked very passionate. I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see a scene of people being hacked in the street in my life, but it looked just like that."

The corners of the mouths of Southern Quan Wang and others twitched. For those of them living in Hong Kong, this was not something worth bragging about, so it was better not to talk about these things.

Leader Zhao smiled and said, "The movie has music, artistic processing, and martial arts guidance, so it looks more passionate." With Ji Yang here, Leader Zhao is not afraid of street fights. As the leader of the martial arts association, he put his hands behind his back and raised his chin slightly, walking in a square step, and his momentum is not inferior to others.

Ji Yang turned around with a surprised look: "The leader has also seen this kind of movie."

Leader Zhao's expression froze and his momentum suddenly stagnated.

Liu, the officer next to him, coughed quickly and said, "Leaders should study more about public security issues. Knowing yourself and your enemy will lead to victory in every battle. This makes sense, right?"

Leader Zhao nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, yes, it is said that art comes from life..."

The team collectively raised their heads in sudden realization, their stupid eyes became clear, and gradually became respectful.

Ji Yang and his companions continued walking forward and soon reached the exit, but unfortunately they were stopped by a group of hooligans.

Ji Yang did not stop, zipped up his pants, revealed the red flag logo on his chest, and walked forward with his head held high, as if there was no one in front of him.

Suddenly, a young Japanese man was kicked and fell backwards in front of Ji Yang. Ji Yang held his back with his hand to prevent him from falling.

The Japanese boy breathed a sigh of relief after being frightened, then turned around and bowed politely, and was about to express his gratitude.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from above my head: "Baka."

The young man was stunned and looked up at Ji Yang in confusion.

Ji Yang raised his hand, his big hand raised high, the young man's eyes rolled around, he couldn't help but turn up his eyelids and look at Ji Yang's big slap. The slap was raised to a certain height, and then fell down in a flash.

Snapped!
The young man's cheeks hurt, and his confused eyes gradually turned red. He was emotional, his shoulders were shaking, and his whole body was trembling: "Eight..."

He felt like he had been slapped in the face.

The kind that hurts a lot.

Snapped!
"Baka." Ji Yang slapped him again: "You guys, are here to rob? We're here to communicate. You gangsters are really rude."

The young man was dumbfounded, frowning as if he understood Ji Yang's words.

After a long while, he suddenly realized something and asked tentatively in halting Chinese: "Dragon people?"

Ji Yang was surprised: "Yes, I am from Long Country."

The young man looked a little angry, but as a young Japanese, he was still very polite. Although he was slapped twice, he did not explode because of the two words of ba ga.

He guaranteed that if this was a Japanese barbarian, he would definitely slap him back.

"Do you like the Japanese language?"

“I studied it.”

"Yoshi, your great friend is doing his job, what else can you say?"

"Flax fields... flax fields..."

Young man: “???”

He started to blush, his pupils still showing some embarrassment, and he shook his shoulders excitedly and said, "Your language teacher is not doing his job properly."

Ji Yang argued excitedly: "Baga, they are doing their work seriously."

Young man: "Baga, you should find a regular teacher to teach you the language."

Ji Yang: "What? You hired me to take care of your teacher?"

"What I mean is that you can't learn a language from a movie."

"What? The group of people over there want to steal our documents?" Ji Yang said angrily, "You Japanese are so rude that you even dare to bully foreign guests. When I was at the Korean airport, I also encountered some terrorists from you Japanese."

The young man was very excited: "Ashiba, this is unbelievable."

Ji Yang grabbed the man's shoulders, and the powerful force made the man unable to move. He followed Ji Yang and walked forward: "Baga."

There was a roar, like thunder at the airport gate, and Liu Sheng Liu Dao, who was sitting in the car, was confused: "Do they know each other?"

Yokohama Masayoshi thought for a moment and said, "Maybe Mr. Ji Yang knows a lot of people in our country, Japan?"

Yagyu Rokudo nodded slowly: "Yoshi, my Japanese culture is highly admired by the young people of Dragon Country. This is a matter of pride."

……

Ji Yang hugged the young man and said, "I am a friend of the Japanese. I know a lot of Japanese people and we have a very good relationship."

In the crowd, there was a middle-aged man with bare chest and tattoos all over his body. He looked at the young man who was holding Ji Yang's neck, and then looked around. He couldn't help but walked over and asked tentatively: "Sir, are you friends with our Yamamoto Gang? Are you Shimizu-kun's brother?"

Ji Yang patted the young man's head in his arms: "I know Qingshui-kun. I know a lot of Japanese people." [Woo woo woo woo!!!]

The middle-aged man looked at Qing Shuijun who was nodding frantically in Ji Yang's corner. He suddenly realized something and handed the machete to his men. He walked over quickly and shook hands enthusiastically: "Hello, hello. I went to Longguo to study. I can speak Chinese. I am Yamamoto. Welcome to Japan. I am deeply honored. By the way, who are your friends? We must get to know them."

Ji Yang held the other person's hand and shook it. Shaking hands was something Ji Yang was familiar with. He was reluctant to let go and shook it back and forth. Yamamoto felt like his arm was going to fall off.

He couldn't help but sigh: "My Japanese culture is so powerful. Such a handsome young man from Longguo is so enthusiastic about my Japanese. Look, he is so enthusiastic that he doesn't even want to let go."

Ji Yang didn't know what Yamamoto was thinking. He shook his arm and spoke to himself, "I know quite a few people. They are all intellectuals, teachers, who teach and answer questions with sincere feelings. For the sake of their students' studies, the teachers work very hard."

Yamamoto had a serious expression and a respectful look.

Ji Yang said in a pious tone: "Aoi, Ikawa, Natsume, Yoshizawa, Ozawa, Nagasawa, Asami, Yuzuki, Kasumi, Yokoyama Mi, Tomoda Aya, Kuribayashi... I am very familiar with them."

Yamamoto's excited expression gradually stiffened, and then his shoulders began to tremble, and his eyes gradually began to redden. Every time Ji Yang said a name, Yamamoto felt like he was slapped in the face.

To be honest, since he watched the Young and Dangerous movie at the age of 15, and chopped his way through the streets with a machete until his successful debut at the end, Yamamoto began his legendary life. He would make trouble for call girls when he had something to do, and bully old ladies and old men to earn some pocket money when he had nothing to do.

Yamamoto thought that people like himself were full of passion.

Yamamoto has always felt ashamed of the fact that people in China rely on some kind of business to supplement their family income: Gentlemen, etiquette and music have collapsed!!!
Therefore, Yamamoto often brings his younger brothers to support... bah, buy certain films and criticize them angrily.

What's more, he, a patriotic member of the Japanese Black Society, was called out these people's names in front of him. Moreover, with so many names, how much research did this bastard have...

The Japanese barbarians must have self-respect and self-love!

Ji Yang recited the names seriously: "I learned my language from them, in countless dark and lonely nights..."

"idiot!!!"

Yamamoto was furious, and felt Ji Yang's strong malice. Every time Ji Yang said a word, Yamamoto felt like he was slapped in the face by Ji Yang.

He angrily twitched his arm and tried to turn around and take back the machete. He vowed to let Ji Yang know the majesty of the Japanese underworld and understand that the Japanese should not be insulted.

You can watch it, but you can't say it so openly in front of us Japanese, and in this tone...

What's more, this is not the right occasion. If it were in a hotel, subway, classroom or something like that... we could discuss it.

It was just a pity that when he pulled his arm, it didn't twitch.

Feeling Yamamoto's resistance, Ji Yang lowered his head and looked down at Yamamoto, who was only as tall as his chest: "Yamamoto-kun, I'm here to help you."

Yamamoto was stunned, and then became even angrier. He suspected that Ji Yang wanted to be the male lead. What a dirty idea, he had never been one before.

He was not as easy to fool as the young man in Qingshui: "You are so rude, you will be hit by a car if you go out."

"What? You want to be a meat and egg speedster?"

Ji Yang let go of the young man's neck, grabbed Yamamoto's arm and pushed him to the ground. Yamamoto struggled, but was shocked to find that he couldn't struggle: "This guy is so strong."

The next moment, his legs hurt and Yamamoto's eyes filled with tears. He looked up in horror and saw his legs appear in front of him.

Ji Yang grabbed Yamamoto's legs and pulled them on his head. Then, with a series of bone cracking sounds, Yamamoto screamed in pain with tears in his eyes, and the heels of his legs were stuck on the back of his head.

Then he stuffed his hands into Yamamoto.

Yamamoto: "Ah... Little Dog, save me..."

Not far away, another middle-aged man holding a knife shuddered when he heard this. He waved his hand, and suddenly twenty or thirty young people gathered around him to protect him behind them.

Ji Yang stood up, looked down at Yamamoto, and touched his chin with his finger in confusion: "That's not right."

Yamamoto's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Ji Yang as if he was looking at a devil.

Suddenly, Ji Yang came to an understanding, squatted down again, and stuffed Yamamoto's head into his crotch.

The entire airport entrance was extremely quiet at this moment.

Until Ji Yang lifted Yamamoto's belt, raised his right leg, leaned forward, and took aim: "Meat - Egg - Impact -"

"idiot."

"What a terrifying move."

"Get out of the way, it's a flesh bomb attack."

"Sri Lankan First!!!"

"Flax fields..."

　Why haven't I given my recommendation yet? I'm crying. It's almost 100,000 words.
　　

(End of this chapter)