Chapter 20 Teacher (Please recommend) Looking at Zheng Fa, the expression on the curly-haired old man's face is hard to describe: It was an expression mixed with surprise, curiosity and embarrassment. Obviously he also recognized Zheng Fa. He looked at the tree branch above Zheng Fa's head, stretched out his hand to measure the height above his head, and said to Zheng Fa carefully: "Young... Young man? Is this Kung Fu?" "No! I'm practicing high jump!" "Young man, don't lie to me... I have practiced high jump!" The old man said proudly, "When I was young, I won the first prize in track and field in our city's sports meet! The movements you made don't show how to high jump at all!" “…I just practiced blindly.” "I understand! Young man, this is a secret that is not passed on to the world!" The old man understood: "But look at me, when I was young, I also practiced Qigong!" "You have quite a wide range of interests..." "Who says it's not true? My master had the best opinion of me at that time, but something unexpected happened later. Otherwise, I would have a certain reputation in the martial arts world now."
"Accident?" "Oh, he was arrested for fraud." Zheng Fa: “…” The old man looked at Zheng Fa, and forced a flattering expression on his wrinkled face: "Young man, I don't think my master is lying when he said I have good talent. How about you see if I can... learn your skills? I can become your disciple!" Zheng Fa felt a little numb. "Sir, there is no kung fu in this world! We have to believe in science!" "Nonsense! How can science be so superficial? Seeking truth from facts is science. If there is such a thing as Kung Fu in the world, then science should study Kung Fu!" The old man said with a fierce face: "Isn't this just scientific research?" Zheng Fa had to admit that what the old man said made some sense. "How are you going to study it? Slice it?" The old man looked a little strange, and looked Zheng Fa up and down: "I just want to try practicing it myself. However, if you have this need, although I am not a professional in this field, I can find someone to cut you up." "Don't! You also know that my sect has its rules, and the teachings are not passed on lightly." "Hey!" The old man complained: "You people are just like this, cherishing what you have. Isn't this the reason why you are ruined?" "Yes Yes Yes!" Zheng Fa ran away while listening to his teachings. The old man probably saw that Zheng Fa really had no intention of discussing this with him, so he just stayed where he was, but his look was somewhat reluctant to leave. …… By the afternoon, the atmosphere in the class became a little restless. There are no double days off for senior students in Qingshui Middle School. Zheng Fa and his classmates take two days off every two weeks. They have a day off on Friday night and then go back to evening self-study on Sunday night.
Friday night is the most exciting time for students, and many day students choose to play for a while before going home. "Zheng Fa! Let's play basketball after school!" Wang Chen makes an appointment with Zheng Fa. Zheng Fa's ball skills were not very good, but he was tall and had good physical strength from years of farm work, so he was not a lag behind the boys in the class. "No, I have an appointment." Zheng Fa glanced at Tang Lingwu who was sitting in the front row. "Have an appointment with someone? Who?" Wang Chen was stunned. From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen Zheng Fa have any other close friends. Following Zheng Fa's gaze, he looked at Tang Lingwu. "Tang Lingwu!" Zheng Fa had never seen such a rich expression on Wang Chen's face. If you really have to understand it, it's probably a blessing with gnashing teeth. "I saw you didn't do anything the past few days, so why are you making such a big deal?" "…She asked me out." "Godfather, I want to learn this!" Seeing that he even called him foster father, Zheng Fa knew that this kid really believed it... "Believe me, girls like this!" At the entrance of the milk tea shop, Wang Chen persuaded Zheng Fa with a confident look on his face. "Let me explain again. I just want to express my gratitude." Zheng Fa tried to explain. In fact, Zheng Fa should thank Tang Lingwu for taking him to see her teacher. But he had never interacted with girls of the same age in this world. After asking Wang Chen, Wang Chen took him to the milk tea shop at the school gate. This store is really popular, especially on Fridays, when many girls buy milk tea here. But Zheng Fa never came. A cup of milk tea that costs more than ten yuan is still a bit of a luxury for Zheng Fa. "Bring me a cup of your store's most popular drink." Because he didn't know which one tasted better, he asked the clerk. I don’t know if it’s popular or not, but it’s probably the more expensive type of milk tea in the store. At the price of twenty-eight, Zheng Fa feels a bit ripped off. Tang Lingwu and Zheng Fa met near the staff housing complex. Zheng Fa arrived first, and Tang Lingwu showed up nearly half an hour later.
"Sorry, my family wants to talk to me about something." Tang Lingwu apologized as soon as she saw Zheng Fa. "It's okay, I didn't wait long." Zheng Fa did see that there was a black car following Tang Lingwu at the corner behind him. He didn't know much about cars, but judging from his simple aesthetic taste, this somewhat conspicuous car was probably not cheap. "This way." Tang Lingwu led the way in front, and Zheng Fa took out the milk tea in his hand and handed it to him. "this is for you." Tang Lingwu silently sent him a question mark. "Just please bring me here." Tang Lingwu nodded, indicating that she understood, but she waved her hand in front of her chest: "I accept your thanks, but I don't want the milk tea." "what?" "I don't drink milk tea. It's unhealthy." Zheng Fa felt a little regretful for wasting twenty-eight dollars! If I had known this earlier, I would have asked Tang Lingwu. But the other person didn't want it, and he didn't want to force it on her. He just wanted to drink it himself later. There are eight teaching buildings in Qingshui Middle School. Tang Lingwu led Zheng Fa into a more remote building. As soon as they entered the corridor, Tang Lingwu stopped and stretched out her hand in front of Zheng Fa. Zheng Fa looked at her five slender fingers. Look at the milk tea in your hand again. Silently put the plastic bag in the other person's hand. Tang Lingwu didn't leave either. She just stood in the corridor and took a big sip impatiently. “Isn’t that unhealthy?” "Are you stupid? My mom is watching us in the car!" Tang Lingwu rolled her eyes at him and said, "I don't want to drink. It's my mom who won't let me drink!" understood. Waving your hands is just your acting. "Wait a moment, we'll go up after I finish drinking!" It can be seen that Tang Lingwu is experienced in fighting. While happily sipping her milk tea, she introduced Zheng Fa: "The teacher who taught me how to compete should be a distant grandfather of mine, whom my mother knows. I can't let him see me drinking milk tea." "Is he also a teacher in our school?"
Thinking that the other person also lives in Qingshui Middle School. "No, his daughter works at our school, and he's retired." Tang Lingwu finished the big cup of milk tea in just two or three gulps, and she seemed to be unsatisfied: "He used to be a university professor, and it seems he was a member of the Olympiad question-setting team." "Sounds pretty awesome." "Well, my mother had a lot of trouble finding someone to speak well of him. Even though he was a distant grandfather, we didn't have much contact before." Tang Lingwu paused and said. Zheng Fa looked at her face and didn't say anything. I can see that your family is pretty impressive. (End of this chapter)