"Strange …" Andrews muttered something in his heart. In his impression, Anthony is not the kind of shy person. Why is he so nervous when he meets someone he likes?

Just then, some Japanese people came one after another in the commercial car. They had cameras in their hands, boxes and even several big bags like clothes bags.
"These Japanese people really enjoy traveling, and the war is still so big," Andrews said with emotion.
"grass! ….. "Anthony finally said the second half of the sentence. After that, he shivered all over as if he had just overcome a big difficulty.
Maybe it was because Anthony’s last word "grass" was a little big. Not only Andrews was shocked, but the Japanese were also shocked.
"Merlot?"
Just then, one of the Americans came out of the Toyota car and asked Anthony curiously
"yes! Melo! It’s you! "
The American seemed sure that he walked straight towards Anthony at a brisk pace.
"Merlot! It’s really you My god! "
The American walked up to Anthony and looked at him carefully, but he couldn’t control his emotions. He kept groping around and finally handed Anthony a pen and pulled out his white shirt. He said excitedly, "Milo, please sign my name. I didn’t expect to meet you here!"
Anthony was embarrassed to look at the American carmelo anthony with a pen. There seems to be no such person in memory.
"Melo, your performance today was so perfect. You know, I watched your preseason debut in Phoenix yesterday. It was so … perfect! You are that pride of our Syracuse university! You are that pride of our Syracuse people! "
The American continued to be excited and said
Only then did Anthony realize that the person in front of him should be a carmelo anthony fan. He smiled and signed his name directly on the shirt.
"Bob Ricky Bob, I am your biggest fan!"
The American couldn’t help shaking hands with Anthony.
The fans were so enthusiastic that Anthony couldn’t resist him shaking hands with this man named Bob and taking a photo at the latter’s urging.
After finishing what should be done, Anthony glanced at the Japanese people behind him with an uneasy heart and secretly asked, "Ricky, what are those people behind you?"
"They are here to take pictures!" Bob has no hidden meaning and idol charm.
"Take … take a picture?" Anthony’s heart "thumped" seems to be developing in the direction he doesn’t want.
"Yeah, I don’t know exactly what to shoot, but listen to Anderson …" Bob said and pointed to another black American. "It is said that we don’t understand what to shoot with the tip of the tongue."
"The tip of your tongue … Tokyo?" Anthony almost spit out an old blood.
It was here that the Japanese woman, accompanied by an American translator, slowly walked towards Anthony and them.
Hearing footsteps, Bob looked back and saw that it was Japanese. He took the initiative to make way.
On "Hello" day, the woman was very polite. In Japanese, she asked Anthony a question mark and bowed her hands slightly before her stomach.
"Hello … hello …" Anthony felt the sweat dripping from his forehead unconsciously.
"Do you live next door?" Japanese women are still very polite, and the American translator is constantly translating next to this.
"Next door …" Anthony deliberately pulled an end note and suddenly pointed to Andrews around him and said, "My friend lives in my friend’s house …"
He kept winking at Andrews when he was talking.
It is natural for Andrews to be a professional manager. Although he doesn’t know why Anthony suddenly became so strange, he smiled and nodded.
Hearing that it was Andrews who lived in Japan, the woman turned to Andrews and nodded slightly. Then she said, "Hello, I’m Cang Jing. I’ll be taking pictures nearby during this period. Please take more photos."
"my god!"
Anthony’s heart is as hard to calm as a stormy sea. He can’t help but stretch out his hand and pat his forehead. He guessed not much. This is really a teacher …
Tip of your tongue, Tokyo …
Tongue tip …
"Cough that Calvin, I think we should go to my house first," Anthony said with a dry cough and a red face.