Chapter 133: Christmas Present Part 2
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After the Christmas Eve dinner, Tang En left for home. At first, he had thought that he would have to spend this Christmas "all alone." However, not only had he managed to eat a sumptuous "reunion dinner" at Wood's house, he had even received a present. With the white scarf around his neck, Tang En was no longer afraid of the cold.
The next morning, Tang En discovered that the streets were extremely quiet. The bustling sight of families going out to play, which he had expected to see, did not appear. This caused him to think that he had woken up too early. As a result, he went back to sleep and woke up several times, until he felt something was amiss. He then checked his watch, only to discover that it was already 10am.
As part of his daily routine, Tang En went to the mailbox outside his door to collect the newspaper, and discovered that there were two other letters that had dropped out of the mailbox alongside the newspaper.
Tang En did not remember having friends outside of the club who would mail letters to his house.
Tang En picked up the letters and opened them. The first one had been sent by Yang Yan from Liverpool. Aside from the festive greetings, there were also details written in the letter, saying that she was still interning there and would stay there for at least half a year. She apologized for not being able to continue conducting lessons for Tang En, and tactfully proposed her intention of cancelling the Chinese classes. After all, Tang En's current mand of Chinese language was already very good; he was adept at listening, speaking, reading, and writing.
Tang En could only shrug his shoulders at this. For the past half a year, the Chinese classes had basically been on a hiatus. On one hand, this was because of the fact that Yang Yan was always very busy during her last semester; on the other hand, aside from preparing the team to pete in matches, Tang En had been secretly learning how to train the team from Kerslake. In addition, he had also been looking through and analyzing the original Tony Twain's soccer books, lesson plans, and notes that had been left in the house. The failure of the previous season made him realize that he still had many shortings. Someone like him, who already had a coaching license, could not possibly undertake lessons in a coaching school. At the same time, he did not want anyone to find out that he actually knew nothing at all and was a fraud. In addition, he could only try to learn alone at home, not daring to tell anyone for fear of raising suspicions and giving himself away.
Therefore, canceling those time-wasting and meaningless Chinese lessons was probably a good thing.
The second letter was an airmail, and on top of the postmark was a word that Tang En was very familiar with: "Brazil"!
This discovery agitated Tang En. It had already been half a year, and he had almost forgotten about that person's existence. He had assumed that the other party must have also forgotten about that experience in the summer. To think that…
He tore open the envelope, and it was indeed a Christmas card. A yellow colored paper fell out from in between the folds. Tang En bent over to pick it up and carefully dusted off the dirt on top of it before opening it.
"Dear Uncle Tony, you haven't forgotten about me, have you? Guess who I am… You must be frowning, unable to guess my identity, right?"
The beautiful handwriting was filled with that playful tone.
"Forget it, let me reveal the answer myself! If you want to know who I am, please look at the signature!"
After reading this far, Tang En could no longer hold in his laughter. There's no need for that, I already know who you are…
"After returning to Brazil, I returned to my model training again, which I hate… but in the end, I still promised mommy that I will work hard towards being a supermodel. You want to know why? I won't tell you, you have to guess! This time, even if you read to the end, you won't find the answer."
Tang En shifted his sight downwards, and discovered that there really were no answers written there.
"It is currently bright and sunny in Brazil. It must be raining there in England, right? When I'm with Auntie Ryan, there always seems to be only one conversation topic: she is always plaining to us about how terrible England's weather is, and how she envies the sunlight of Brazil. I find that pretty weird; if she hates the wetness of England so much, why doesn't she move to Brazil? Still, I think it's better for her to not move. Otherwise, I won't have an excuse the next time I want to run away from home. That reminds me—speaking of running away from home, I still haven't apologized for that incident from last time. My daddy and mommy are very strict with me, and they both hope that I can bee a model. They even say that I am very gifted in that respect. But why can't I see it? I don't like them, because they are always forcing me to practice this and that. Of course, an uncle like you whose head is filled with soccer is really boring as well. But I still feel like you are better than my daddy and mommy."
Hey, brat!
"So, if I ever run away and find you again, you are not allowed to chase me away, and you're not allowed to collect rent from me. Therefore, you have to keep my Totoro safe on my behalf. Hey, Uncle Tony, you haven't thrown it away right?! I know that all grownups like you hate soft, furry toys…"
How could that be possible? That toy is still placed safely in my bedroom. Even if I don't like it, that doesn't mean that I would just throw it away. After all, it doesn't take up much space…
"…Actually, I only wanted to write 'Merry Christmas, Uncle Tony' at first, and mail it out like that. But I suddenly had so many things I wanted to say to you, so I just wrote them on this piece of letter paper. Daddy and mommy never hear me out about these things, so I can only talk about them to you. I hope you don't find me annoying. A soccer manager shouldn't be all that busy right?"
If I receive your letter, then I of course won't be busy at all, brat.
"I also think you shouldn't be busy, seeing as you are so carefree every day, as though you were unemployed. Alright, alright, that's all I have to say. Lastly, wishing you a merry Christmas, Uncle Tony!"
The sign-off was written as "Missing you, Jor
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