Qiao Yu actually played a few rounds of table tennis with others on the playground before coming to the high school.
In fact, Qiao Yu wanted to find a wild team to play a few games of basketball. Unfortunately, there was only one class on the basketball court taking physical education class, and a group of first-year junior high school students were surrounding a bunch of basketballs. "Bang bang" patting.
I had no choice but to do the next best thing. I went to the table tennis table next to the playground, randomly picked a table, and played a few games with the junior high school students who were enjoying the afternoon physical education break.
After doing a little exercise and briefly teaching two junior high school students who liked to brag about how to behave, Qiao Yu felt both physically and mentally comfortable.
There is no other way. Qiao Yu's grandfather is a table tennis enthusiast. He has won prizes in competitions organized by the railway and is somewhat famous in the workplace. After retirement, when he has free time, he will take Xiao Qiao Yu to the elderly activity center. Play ball there.
This is probably one of the favorite sports of Grandpa Qiao Yu’s generation. After all, table tennis has a very special status in the minds of the Chinese generation.
Qiao Yu is a quick learner, and the older generation is not so particular about playing golf. During those two years, he learned a lot of underhand tricks from his grandfather and his retired golf buddies.
Stealing corners, hiding serves, false backspin, shortening the ball, roundabout tactics, continuous spin to control the game...
Meeting a real master can give the opponent a headache, let alone educate a junior junior who likes to brag about how powerful he is. Let two juniors know in advance how dangerous this society is, and it will be a great merit if the word spreads. things.
So Qiao Yu was in a really good mood.
It wasn't until half way up to the second floor that I was suddenly stopped.
"God Qiao, God Qiao..."
"Ma Yufei, what's the name of the one with you? He's fat..."
"Lu Jia."
"Oh, by the way, where are the others?"
"He's waiting for you on the other side of the stairs."
"What? Are you looking for something from me?"
Hearing this, Qiao Yu became interested and looked at Ma Yufei standing in the stairwell and asked curiously.
To be honest, Qiao Yu actually likes this tall and thin senior, or Qiao Yu likes all the donors who give money without writing.
"Well, it's actually nothing. If someone in our Mathematical Olympiad class asks you how we met before, can you just say that we met while playing table tennis together? Don't say that we were looking for math problems in an Internet cafe. .”
Qiao Yu looked at Ma Yufei's frown and flushed face, and probably knew something in his mind. He stretched out his hand and climbed onto Ma Yufei's shoulder, and said generously: "What are you talking about? We met playing table tennis. Right here. I'm playing ball on the table next to the playground, and I want to learn the skills from you."
What does a kind word mean to warm the winter? This is it.
After hearing Qiao Yu's words, Ma Yufei immediately relaxed his brows and said gratefully: "Good brother!"
Qiao Yu nodded and said thoughtfully: "It's all trivial. In this way, I'll walk around the building. You quickly go and ask Lu Jia to go to the classroom. I'll go in later. I went in before you because I was afraid of my classmates." Misunderstand."
This sentence almost made Ma Yufei shed tears. He felt that Qiao Yu was more considerate than his parents, so he immediately said gratefully: "Thank you so much, God Qiao, I will treat you to dinner tonight."
Qiao Yu smiled and said, "It's boring for my family to say this. If you really feel sorry for me, write down this meal first. It won't be too late for you to treat us later when we go to the city to participate in the preliminary examination of the Olympiad."
"Okay, then it's settled! I'll treat you to a big dinner then!" Ma Yufei replied confidently.
"Go quickly." Qiao Yu retracted his hand on Ma Yufei's shoulder and urged.
"Well, let's run faster. We'll be in the classroom in three minutes."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Watching Ma Yufei run down the steps, Qiao Yu smiled and simply walked to the second floor, planning to go to Teacher Lan's office first and then go to class with Lan Jie.
Qiao Yu's principle of doing things is that whether he chooses to be a good person or a bad person, he must go straight to the end. If he does it halfway, it will not only be boring, but he will often get into trouble. However, this is not what his grandfather taught him, but a conclusion drawn from his daily observations. .
The door of Lan Jie's office was wide open. Qiao Yu peeked in front of the door and saw that several teachers were in the office, chatting.
Qiao Yu was hesitating whether he should go in and say hello to the good old man, when Lan Jie turned around and saw him and waved.
"Qiao Yu, what are you doing there? Come in."
Unable to hide, Qiao Yu faced the curious eyes of other teachers and walked in openly.
"Hello, Teacher Lan."
"Well, at noon, your teacher Yuan called me specifically to praise you for doing well in the Chinese language test, saying that your composition can get full marks."
Qiao Yu smiled shyly. Others had helped him brag, so he shouldn't brag. It would be better to remain silent.
"Teacher Lan, is this the little genius you were talking about? I saw it today." Another teacher with glasses next to Lan Jie said.
"Yes, Teacher Qiu, this kid is very powerful. Okay, you guys chat first, I have to go to class, let's go, Qiao Yu." As if he thought of something, Lan Jie said with a smile, picked up and prepared The notebook stood up.
"Haha... Lao Lan, we won't fight with you, there's no need to hide it."
Qiao Yu walked in front of Lan Jie and heard a burst of joyful and sour laughter behind him. Unfortunately, Teacher Lan walked out of the office and closed the door with excellent sound insulation effect.
"The teachers in high school are pretty good." Qiao Yu commented.
"Oh? How do you say that?" Lan Jie asked curiously.
"I just like to tell the truth." Qiao Yu replied.
"Huh? Haha..."
Lang Jie couldn't help laughing. He really didn't expect that this kid would actually joke with him. This was a good sign.
After laughing, Lan Jie took out a book from the bag containing the notebook and handed it to Qiao Yu. There was also a pen on the title page of the book.
He said seriously: "This is for you. When you give examples in class later, if you can do it, you don't need to listen. At least write ten pages carefully. Check it with me after class. If you don't write well, continue writing. I'll give it to you." You have prepared a lot."
Qiao Yu took the book and looked at it with a complicated expression...
"Copybook? No, Teacher Lan, are you serious?"
"What else? Your handwriting is like a dog crawling, worse than a primary school student. Do you want to be deducted for the high school entrance examination soon? I'm sorry, I'm blowing you. But you also said it just now, the high school teacher's favorite saying The truth."
Qiao Yu was speechless, feeling that he had realized another life principle - guys who flatter others will always encounter some bad luck.
Lan Jie looked at Qiao Yu's face full of reluctance and advised: "You should always practice calligraphy, not only to prepare for exams, but don't think that in the Internet age, everything is electronic, so there is no need. Finished writing!
Think about it, what if you become a great professor or a big figure in other fields and make a lot of money in the future? There will be many times when you need to pick up a pen to write, and your handwriting will be the same as that of a primary school student. Are you embarrassed?"
Qiao Yu blinked and asked in surprise: "I have become a big shot through hard work and made a lot of money, and I still care whether others will laugh at my ugly handwriting. Then isn't my success in vain?"
Lan Jie was speechless for a moment, so he chose without hesitation to show his dignity as a teacher and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, just practice calligraphy if I ask you to!"
Chapter completed!