Chapter Eighty-Three Down Suit

  The sports class was in session, with Classes 2 and 4 combined. The entire high school, over three hundred people, were gathered together. The large playground was chaotic. The inner field without grass was filled with dust, and the noisy voices of the students were even more lively than a vegetable market. The physical education teacher for the first year students was a middle-aged man in his forties named Gao Sheng. He had a very rough temper, and after blowing his whistle several times, he still couldn't control the order, so he angrily shouted: "Assemble! Class 3 in front, Class 4 in back. Run ten laps!"

  Among the complaints, the team began to move slowly. Ren Yi said in a low voice: "This guy is in his prime, and he won't let us have a good time in class. Look at the sophomores over there. They run three laps and then they're free to do whatever they want. Playing basketball and soccer, how cool is that!"

  Wen Ze smiled and said: "Exercise is good for you. However, this teacher is indeed a bit too much. How about this? Today is basketball class, he has the habit of not liking to hold the ball himself."

  After running ten laps, Ren Yi had already conveyed Wen Qing's intention to the last row. Gao Sheng looked at the group of people panting and gasping for air, with a very self-satisfied expression, saying: "You guys are really something. It's simply embarrassing, boys and girls are no different, girls can't even withstand a gentle breeze, and after just running ten laps, you're all exhausted like dead dogs. What kind of future do you think you'll have when you grow up?

  Wen Jian has always believed that respecting teachers and valuing education is a fine tradition of the Chinese nation, and every teacher should be respected and admired. However, in reality, there are many good teachers, but also not a few bad ones.

  It may take many good teachers to turn a bad student into a good one, but it only takes one bad teacher to turn a good student into a bad one.

  Wen Qian made a special effort to find Liu Zhihe in the fourth class, who was standing at the very edge of the last row. His chubby figure was very eye-catching, and he seemed not to have heard the teacher scolding him, with his head down and listlessly picking at his fingernails. Wen Qian smiled slightly. In a certain sense, Liu Zhihe was even more mature than himself. "The fourth class is going to practice long jump, the third class is taking over the basketball court."

  Gao Sheng stood under the basket, briefly explaining the shooting technique. The students of Class 3 formed a semicircle around him, with more than a dozen brave ones holding balls. Gao Sheng demonstrated once with his hands empty, then beckoned to someone below. "Give me a ball," he said.

  Wen Qian shouted in a low voice: "Give".

  More than a dozen, the basketball flew out with a loud bang, and Gao Sheng dodged too late. From head to toe, he was hit squarely, and the sound of "bang" and "slap" filled his ears. Seeing Gao Sheng's disheveled appearance, the girls couldn't help but burst out laughing first. Then the boys roared with laughter, and some students from Class 4 who were practicing long jump next to the basketball court happened to witness this scene. Youth is the best source of infection. In less than a minute, all the classmates in Classes 3 and 4 burst into uncontrollable laughter. Gao Sheng stood on the spot with an embarrassed face, his white Li Ning sports suit covered with gray ball prints.

  Mischief is also a memory of youth!

  Gao Sheng's face turned red with rage as he pointed at the group and scolded: "What are you laughing at? Are you all brainless? I asked for one ball, why did you throw them all over? In my 30 or 40 years of teaching, I've never seen such stupid students!"

  Perhaps because of the dirty clothes, Gao Sheng gave the order for free activity and turned out of the playground. The boys shouted and jumped up. Several pairs hugged each other spontaneously. Their waists collided forcefully. Wen Cang watched and felt a bit awkward. Fortunately, this was a normal year. No one stood with two fingers raised shouting "unlucky", which was fortunate amidst misfortune.

  After the excitement, someone came over to pat Ren Yi's shoulder from time to time, praising him for his bravery and strategy. Ren Yi kept pushing it away, saying it was Wen Chen's idea. But poor Uncle Wen, because of Ji Su's reason, almost became a public enemy among the boys. No one wanted to let him take credit for this achievement, anyway, it was Ren Yi who did the linking, and it was nailed on his head.

  What a thick-skinned brother Ren Yi is. He pushed twice with great effort, and immediately became humble. In the end, he even glanced at Wen Cang with a showy air of warning. Smugly, he shrugged his shoulders. Wen Cang was afraid that these rumors would spread before he could react, so he leaned in close to Ren Yi's ear and whispered: "Heroes always have to pay the price, be careful, brother!"

  Liu Zhihe beckoned to him from the corner of the wall not far away. Wen Qian didn't bother with Ren Yi anymore, walked over, and leaned against the wall. His small eyes narrowed into a slit as he asked, "Was that just now your doing?"

  "It's just as well to have fun with everyone. I'm not saying you're like that. You shouldn't always be so high and mighty, pay attention to getting along with your classmates, and enjoy yourself with the common people."

  Liu Zhihe slapped his forehead, his expression extremely speechless: "Damn! Who said this and I'd be convinced, but just you won't do. In the boys' circle of Class 3, you've long been notorious, even people from Class 4 mention you like this: 'Who? Wen Ze? Pfft!'"

  First doubt, then surprise, and finally disdain, Liu Zhihe used his chubby face to perfectly portray the three stages of a sentence.

  "Alright, I get it. You people are all so clever when it comes to bullying me. Let's talk business, no time for idle chatter."

  Liu Zhihe took a glance around and said in a low voice, "There's news. This Saturday night." Hmm, how can you be so calm? There's no expression on your face at all! As he spoke, he reached out to pull Wen Ze's chin, as if trying to force an astonished expression onto his face.

  Wen Qian patted his hand open and said, "You're the one who asked out that school beauty, aren't you?"

  Liu Zhi was so shocked that his jaw dropped: "Peng, you also have a mole over there?"

  With a cold smile, it's no wonder. This morning, I was still wondering why Bai Huan was about to make his move, and yet he still had the mood to fool around with those girls. After hearing Liu Zhihe say that, Li Fuxi suddenly understood what was going on. It's been several days already, and Bai Huan still hasn't made a move, which means that Xie Yan, the girl from 19th Middle School, is not easy to get along with. There isn't a suitable reason. Even if they use clearing her mom's stall as an enticement, it won't be enough to trick her into coming out. Conveniently, Xu Yao and the others were having a dispute, giving Bai Huan this opportunity. With so many girls together singing songs, Xie Yan's guard will also be lowered a lot. Bai Huan and his friends just need to wait until after the gathering is over and use the excuse of sending her back home, then slowly give her a drink with a sedative, and the girl will regret it for the rest of her life.

  Wen Ze thought for a moment and said, "The place where they will sing on Saturday night is likely to be a karaoke hall in the Western District. Bai Huan has a VIP card from the Western District's Haomen Hotel, you need to let your brother find an opportunity to mention the Haomen Hotel. For example, saying something like 'I've heard it's very luxurious, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to go in and take a look' and so on, do you understand what I mean?"

  Liu Zhihe knew that Wen Qian was trying to lure Bai Huan and the others into the Hao Men Hotel, nodded, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Boss, can I ask two questions? First, how did you know they would go to the West City District to sing? Second, damn it, you're a god, you even knew he had a VIP card for that hotel?"

  A subtle smile escaped from the corner of Wen Cen's mouth, and he said quietly: "I know, it's because of the song hall and hotel. They were all my choices!" Liu Zhi was stunned, unable to say another word. After a long while, he stretched out his thumb and praised Wen Cen with the same words Wen Cen had once used to praise him: "You're awesome! You're really awesome! I give up."

  After school in the afternoon, Wen Ze waited for Xu Yao at the entrance and looked back at her with a frown: "Where's Coach Ning?"

  Xu Yao walked forward while turning her head to look at him, saying: "I heard that you did something bad this afternoon, leading the way and smashing Gao Sheng's basketball?"

  Wen Jian was furious, clenching his fists. His eyes were wide with anger, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Who, who is spreading rumors about me? Let me know, I'll strip him naked and hang his clothes on the flagpole for all to see!"

  Xu Yao tilted her head and mischievously said: "You're willing to give up on me? I'm a big beauty, you know?"

  It turned out to be Ji Su, this little traitor. Wen Cheng stood firmly and said: "Xu Yao classmate, I have to say that you are not being thick-skinned again! Who else would dare to call themselves Guan's girl in front of you? Isn't saying such things intentionally humiliating her? I represent all the girls at Qingyi Middle School and despise you."

  Xu Yao burst out laughing and said: "Alright. Say what you want to say now. I knew you wouldn't be so nice, specially waiting for me at the door."

  "Have you guys decided on a place to sing?"

  "Not yet, what's wrong?"

  With a warm and gentle clap of his hands, he smiled and said: "Classmates from the third class gave me the nickname 'knowing and understanding, considerate and meticulous little gentleman'. It's not called in vain! I've already helped you find a top-notch venue. Fashionable and avant-garde, safe and hygienic, especially that set of sound effects is amazing."

  Xu Yao excitedly jumped up and grabbed Wen Qian's arm, saying: "Really? I was just thinking of asking Xiao Ning to help me find one. Her sister is really formidable!"

  "Does Coach Ning have a sister?" Wen Cheng asked casually. Didn't take it to heart, "Of course it's true, just like how your heart is racing now as you hold my hand!"

  "Ah choo!"

  After sending off Xun Yao, Wen Chen thought about whether to call Zuo Yu Xi or go see her in person. Although nothing was made clear last night, for psychologically mature young men and women, that one kiss had actually completely changed the relationship between the two people.

  Wenhan really wanted to see her again in his heart. However, he didn't dare go home late today. Ding Mei would blow up, and the scene was comparable to a disaster movie.

  Just at this critical moment, a voice came from afar, "This brother, we are people of the Jianghu. The most important thing is to keep one's word. Those who betray trust and abandon righteousness will not have a good ending."

  Ji Su walked up to Wen Qian's side and smiled: "Alright. Gotcha! Go get extra lessons now!"

  "Alright, you guys wait for a moment. I'll go make a phone call."

  Zuo Yu Xi's voice on the phone was as usual. There wasn't any special change, after Wen Cheng finished saying what he wanted to instruct, and just when he was about to hang up the phone, her hesitant voice came through: "You...you're not coming over?"

  Wen Qian suppressed the warmth in her heart and whispered with a smile: "Miss me?"

  "Hmph."

  Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Wen Da Shu rolled his eyes. It's probably because of his loose tongue that he often gets scolded for no reason since his rebirth. But whatever, isn't there an old saying that goes:

  Get used to it!

  Thank you brother for the 10,000 reward, thank you very much! Also special thanks to Yixin, Jufeifei brother's reward, thank you Nali, Liufeng, Huayuan de Mengxiang, Mutian. Rongcheng Shiyemen. Xiehou brother's monthly ticket

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