Chapter 19 Getting Started Wang Chen's words made Zheng Fa start to wonder whether these patterns had something to do with the math competition. "Is there any competition in our class?" "Our class?" Wang Chen gave him a strange look. "There aren't many people in Qingshui Middle School who participate in competitions! This kind of thing is something that only the strong people from the provincial key high schools can get involved in!" Qingshui Middle School is actually quite good in the city. Every year there are always one or two top-tier universities, but provincial key universities? It's still hard to get into that. "However, I heard that Tang Lingwu should be learning competitions privately." Zheng Fa couldn't help but look towards the front of the classroom. In the first row near the podium, a girl with a ponytail was reading a book with her chin on her hand. The morning light shone obliquely from the front door onto her face and fingers, making her look youthful and delicate. Tang Lingwu, the strongest student in the class, has been ranked first in the class for three consecutive years. She is a strong contender for the first place in the school. She is the darling of the homeroom teacher Lao Chen and the uncrowned king of the class who does not have the title of class leader. Although her face is quite attractive, few boys in the class are willing to act unruly in front of her - there are already brave people who have proved that if you scold Lao Chenbalu to his face, he may not beat you to death, but if you dare to have any bad intentions towards Tang Lingwu.
Well, I'm sorry, but we can help you change your seat if you ask your parents for help. "It's normal to fall in love early, but the swans are flying well while the toads are flopping around on the ground." Lao Chen's words almost made the boy cry. From then on, the atmosphere around Tang Lingwu became quiet and studious. However, because she was treated specially by Lao Chen, she couldn't help but act alone in the class and seemed to have few friends. Zheng Fa picked up the pattern he had drawn and walked towards Tang Lingwu. "Brother, you are so brave!" Wang Chen stopped Zheng Fa in shock: "What do you want to do?" "Go ask Tang Lingwu." Zheng Fa slapped Wang Chen's arm away and walked to Tang Lingwu's seat. "Tang Lingwu, can I bother you for a moment?" Not only Wang Chen, but other students also looked in this direction intentionally or unintentionally. Ever since a boy expressed his affection for Tang Lingwu and was severely punished, no classmate, or should I say male classmate, would go up and talk to Tang Lingwu for no reason. Tang Lingwu put down the book in her hand, turned her head to look at Zheng Fa, and a sentence was clearly written on her face: You have disturbed me. "I want to ask you, are you preparing for a math competition?" Tang Lingwu nodded. "Then...are these pictures part of the math competition?" Zheng Fa placed a few pictures in front of Tang Lingwu. Tang Lingwu frowned, looked at the patterns, and then shook her head slightly. "Is not it?"
"You may have some misunderstandings about math competitions." Seeing his disappointed look, Tang Lingwu actually explained, "For example, these geometric figures will be tested, but there must be questions with problems, not just a few figures." Zheng Fa suddenly realized that he had figured it out. Even for the college entrance examination, they won’t just give you a picture. What can you see from this? "However, these geometric figures should have certain rules." Tang Lingwu looked at them carefully again and frowned, "Maybe the person who drew the pictures had his own ideas in them, but I can't see it." "so……" Compared with his own IQ, Zheng Fa still trusts the top student Tang Lingwu more. "Maybe the teacher who taught me competition would understand better." Zheng Fa perked up and asked shamelessly, "Can you ask your teacher?" He and Tang Lingwu were actually not familiar with each other, but he couldn't help but be a little presumptuous at this moment. After all, he knew very well that Gao Yuan wanted to understand these pictures in order to keep his position as the book boy. In fact, Zheng Fa needs this position more than he does. At least Gao Yuan has a housekeeper dad when he returns home. If he was sent back, the family's newly improved days might take a sharp turn for the worse. If there is a glimmer of hope, Zheng Fa is willing to be shameless. Tang Lingwu looked at him quietly for a while before nodding slowly: "Actually, the teacher who teaches me competitions lives in Qingshui Middle School. I go to his house every weekend for tutoring. I'll take you to ask him then." "Take me?" "I don't know what you want to ask. Wouldn't it be better for you to go by yourself?" When Zheng Fa returned to his seat, he still felt that Tang Lingwu was not as cold as she looked. "Brother, what did you say to her?" "Don't you know? Just ask about these pictures." "Are you really... doing this for these pictures?" Wang Chen's expression suddenly became obscene. "if not?" "Didn't you just find a few pictures from somewhere and then go talk to her?" Wang Chen spoke more and more seriously, and he began to believe it himself. Zheng Fa shook his head and said, "You misunderstood." "It's not that I misunderstood, it's that everyone probably misunderstood." Wang Chen curled his lips, and sure enough, several classmates nearby were smiling at him ambiguously, as if with a hint of respect. Zheng Fa was also a little helpless. For high school students, it is easy to make a fuss when seeing male and female classmates talking together. He doesn’t say whether it is true or not, but he just likes it this way. What’s more, it’s Tang Lingwu.
"Forget it. I can't control what they think, but I really don't." Compared to this group of classmates, Zheng Fa has more things on his mind and is not that romantic. "They don't care, but..." Wang Chen pointed to the door: "Old Chen seems to have misunderstood as well." Zheng Fa raised his eyes and saw Old Chen standing at the front door with a stern face, his eyes staring at Zheng Fa's face like a searchlight. …… In the next few days, Zheng Fa attended classes quietly, trying to appear focused. On the one hand, he would get up an hour earlier every morning to practice Songhe Posture. He didn't dare go to the park, so he found a place behind the staff housing building of Qingshui Middle School. This place is located in the corner of the wall of Qingshui Middle School, and there are several old trees outside to cover it. Zheng Fa is standing inside to practice martial arts, and it is not easy to see him unless you observe him deliberately. In addition, Zheng Fa got up very early and finished standing at six o'clock, when most people were still sleeping. So for several days, no one noticed him practicing. On Friday morning, Zheng Fa was still immersed in the heat flow in his body. Ever since Coach Xu taught him Songhe Posture, he has been practicing it in the Xuanwei Realm and the modern style for almost a week. At first, the heat flow in the body was vague and uncontrollable. Later, he could feel the heat flow every time he breathed. Today, when I practice the exercises, this heat flow no longer disappears, but instead has a sense of continuity. “I’ve really gotten started!” Coach Xu once told them that when the heat in the body begins to flow like a line through the waist, abdomen and hips, that is when they can truly begin to practice Songhe Posture. This is how he felt at this moment! After putting away the shelf, Zheng Fa immediately realized the difference. In addition to the hunger he felt from his daily practice, he felt a warmth in his waist and abdomen, which gave him the illusion that his hips and legs seemed to have a strong force that they wanted to release. Zheng Fa looked around and saw that there was no one around, then bent down. Use all your strength...jump! "Shh!" "Ouch!" Zheng Fa felt like his thigh was a spring, sending him straight into the sky! The branches and leaves above his head crackled and hit his face. His head even broke through the three-meter-high tree canopy! When Zheng Fa fell to the ground in shock, he couldn't help but stroke his chest and said: "Fuck!" No, this is not my voice. Zheng Fa looked up and saw the curly-haired old man from the park staring at him blankly.
(End of this chapter)