Chapter 32 What a painful realization
Qiao Yu actually played a few rounds of table tennis with others on the playground before coming to the high school.
Actually, Qiao Yu wanted to find a wild team to play a few games of basketball. It's a pity that there is only one class on the basketball court taking physical education class. A group of first-year junior high school students are surrounding a bunch of basketballs and shooting them "bang bang bang".
I could only 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 first-year students who were enjoying the afternoon physical education class.
After exercising a little 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 was nothing he could do. Qiao Yu's grandfather was a table tennis enthusiast. He had won prizes in competitions organized by the railway and was somewhat famous in the workplace. After retirement, when he had free time, he would take Xiao Qiao Yu to play ball in the senior citizen activity center.
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 learns things quickly, and the older generation is not so particular about playing golf. During those two years, he learned a lot of underhanded tricks from his grandfather and his retired golf buddies.
What about stealing corners, hiding serves, false backspin, shortening the ball, circuitous tactics, continuous spin to control the game...
Meeting a real master can give the opponent a headache, and even more Not to mention educating the first-year junior high school students who like to brag about how awesome they are. Just letting two junior students know in advance how dangerous this society is, and spreading the news is a great merit.
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.
"Qiao Shen, Qiao Shen..."
"Ma Yufei, the one with you...what's his name, fat..."
"Lu Chia.”
"Oh, by the way, where are the others?"
"He is waiting for you on the other side of the stairs."
"What? Do you want to see me for something?"
Hearing this After a few words, 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 leaving ink.
"Well, it's nothing actually. 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, He probably knew it in his heart, so he stretched out his hand and climbed onto Ma Yufei's shoulder, and said righteously: "What are you talking about? We know each other from playing table tennis. We played on the table next to the playground, and I still want to play with you. I’m here to learn technology.”
What do you mean by a word of advice? That's it.
After hearing what Qiao Yu said, Ma Yufei immediately relaxed his brows and said gratefully: "Good brother!"
Qiao Yu nodded and said thoughtfully: "It's all small things, like this , I walked around the building, and you quickly asked Lu Jia to come to the classroom. I will go in before you, for fear of misunderstanding.”
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, "My family doesn't mean to say this." Think about it, if you really feel sorry for me, write down this meal first, and it won’t be too late for you to treat us when we go to the city for the preliminary test of the Olympiad.”
“Okay, that’s settled! It’s time to treat you to a big dinner!” 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 visit Teacher Lan's office first. Then go to class with Lang Jie. Qiao Yu's principle of dealing with things is that whether he chooses to be a good person or a bad person, he must go straight to the end. Doing it halfway will not only be boring, but will often lead to trouble. But this is not what his grandfather taught him, but a conclusion he drew from his daily observations.
Lan Jie's office door was wide open. Qiao Yu peeked in front of the door. Several teachers were there, 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, your teacher Yuan called me specifically at noon to praise you for doing well in the Chinese language test, saying that your composition can get full marks."
Qiao Yu smiled shyly. Others were bragging for him, so he should stop bragging and just stay 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 really good. 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 After finishing the sentence, he picked up the prepared notebook and 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 joy with a sour taste behind him. Laughter, it’s a pity that Teacher Lan walked out of the office and closed the door with excellent sound insulation effect.
"The teachers in the high school are pretty good." Qiao Yu commented.
"Oh? What do you mean?" Lan Jie asked curiously.
"I just like to tell the truth." Qiao Yu replied.
"Huh? Haha..."
Ran 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?"< br>
"Otherwise? Your handwriting is like a dog crawling, worse than a primary school student. Do you want to be deducted from the test scores when you take the high school entrance examination soon? I'm sorry, I've hit you. But you also said just now, High school teachers like to tell the truth the most.”
Qiao Yu was speechless, feeling that he had learned another lesson in life—people who flatter people will always encounter bad luck.
Lan Jie looked at Qiao Yu's face full of reluctance and advised: "You should always practice your handwriting, not only to cope with exams, but also don't think that in the Internet age, everything is electronic, so there is no need to practice handwriting." It’s written!
Think If you become a professor or a big shot in other fields and make a lot of money, you will be able to write like a primary school student. Would you mind? ”
< br>Qiao Yu blinked. , asked in surprise: "I have become a big shot and made a lot of money through hard work, and I still care whether others will laugh at my ugly handwriting. Then my success is in vain, isn't it in vain?"
Lan Jie was speechless for a moment, so he didn't Without hesitation, he chose to show his dignity as a teacher and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, just practice calligraphy if I ask you to practice it!"
As expected, a teacher cannot be like friends with a guy who likes to fight snakes and follow the stick. Get along, the good old man is also thinking in his heart.
(End of this chapter)