Teacher (Seeking Recommendations)

Looking at Zheng Fa, the curly-haired old man's expression was hard to describe:

It was a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and embarrassment.

He had clearly recognized Zheng Fa.

He glanced at the tree branch above Zheng Fa's head, reached up and gestured a height on his own head, then cautiously said to Zheng Fa:

"Young... Young Hero? Is that Kung Fu?"

"No! I'm practicing high jump!"

"Young Hero, don't lie to me... I've practiced high jump before!" the old man said with a bit of pride, "When I was young, I even won first prize in track and field at our city's sports meet! Your movements don't look like high jump at all!"

"...I'm just messing around."

"I understand! Young Hero, secret techniques passed down, reclusive Sect!" The old man had an expression of understanding, "But look at me, when I was young, I also practiced Qigong!"

"You're quite the hobbyist, old man..."

"Who says I'm not? My master thought highly of me back then. If it weren't for an accident later, I should have some reputation in the Jianghu by now."

"Accident?"

"Oh, he got arrested for fraud."

Zheng Fa: "..."

The old man looked at Zheng Fa, forcing a fawning expression onto his wrinkled face, "Young Hero, I don't think my master was lying when he said I had good Aptitude. How about it, can you... teach me your skills? I can become your disciple!"

Zheng Fa was a bit numb.

"Grandpa, there's no Kung Fu in this world! We need to believe in science!"

"Nonsense! Is science such a trivial thing? Seeking truth from facts is science. If Kung Fu were to appear in this world, then science should study Kung Fu!" The old man said with a stern face, "Isn't this what I'm doing, scientific research?"

Zheng Fa had to admit, the old man made a bit of sense.

"How do you plan to research it? Dissection?"

The old man's expression turned strange as he sized Zheng Fa up and down, "I just want to try practicing it myself. However, if you have this need, although it's not my specialty, I can find someone to dissect you."

"No! You know, my Sect has rules, we don't pass down techniques lightly."

"Hmph!" The old man even started complaining, "You people are all like this, hoarding your treasures. Isn't that why you're declining?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Zheng Fa listened to his lecture while running further away.

Seeing that Zheng Fa was truly uninterested in discussing this, the old man stayed put, his gaze lingering with reluctance.

By the afternoon, the atmosphere in the classroom had become somewhat restless.

Qingshui Middle School's third year had no Weekend Off.

Zheng Fa and his classmates got two days off every two weeks, with Friday evenings off until Sunday evening, when they returned for the Evening Study Session.

Friday evenings were the most exciting time for students. Many day students would choose to play for a while before going home.

"Zheng Fa! Wanna play basketball after school?"

Wang Chen invited Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa's basketball skills weren't great, but he was tall and had good stamina from years of farm work, so he wasn't a hindrance among the boys in the class.

"No, I have plans with someone."

Zheng Fa glanced at Tang Lingwu in front of him.

"Plans with someone? Who?" Wang Chen was taken aback. He had never seen Zheng Fa have any particularly close friends growing up.

Following Zheng Fa's gaze, he looked towards Tang Lingwu.

"Tang Lingwu!" Zheng Fa had never seen such a rich expression on Wang Chen's face.

If he had to interpret it, it was probably a kind of gritted-teeth blessing.

"I thought you weren't doing anything a few days ago, and now you're going all out?"

"...She asked me."

"Godfather, I want to learn this!"

Seeing him even call out "Godfather," Zheng Fa knew this kid had truly believed him...

"Trust me, girls like this!"

At the entrance of the milk tea shop, Wang Chen earnestly advised Zheng Fa.

"Let me explain again, I just wanted to express my gratitude."

Zheng Fa tried to explain.

After all, Tang Lingwu was willing to take him to see her teacher, so Zheng Fa felt indebted.

But in this world, he hadn't interacted much with girls his age.

After asking Wang Chen, Wang Chen took him to the Milk Tea Shop at the school gate.

This shop was indeed very popular, especially on Fridays, with many girls buying milk tea here.

However, Zheng Fa had never been here before.

A cup of milk tea costing over ten yuan was still a bit of a luxury for Zheng Fa.

"Give me the most popular one you have."

Since he didn't know which one tasted good, he said to the store clerk.

Turns out, whether it was popular or not, this was probably the most expensive milk tea in the shop. The price of twenty-eight yuan made Zheng Fa feel like he was being ripped off.

Tang Lingwu and Zheng Fa agreed to meet near the Family Building.

Zheng Fa arrived first, and Tang Lingwu showed up nearly half an hour later.

"Sorry, my family needed me for something," Tang Lingwu said as soon as she saw Zheng Fa.

"It's fine, I didn't wait long."

Zheng Fa actually saw a Black Sedan following Tang Lingwu around the corner behind him.

He didn't know much about cars, but from his simple aesthetic, this rather conspicuous car was probably not cheap.

"This way."

Tang Lingwu led the way, and Zheng Fa took out the milk tea in his hand and handed it to her.

"This is for you."

Tang Lingwu silently shot him a question mark.

"It's just for troubling you to bring me here."

Tang Lingwu nodded, indicating she understood, but she waved her hands in front of her chest: "I appreciate the thought, but I don't want the milk tea."

"Huh?"

"I don't drink milk tea, it's unhealthy."

Zheng Fa regretted it a little, wasting twenty-eight yuan!

He should have asked Tang Lingwu earlier.

But since she didn't want it, he didn't try to force it on her, just planning to drink it himself later.

Qingshui Middle School had eight Teaching Buildings.

Tang Lingwu led Zheng Fa into a more secluded one. As soon as they entered the corridor, Tang Lingwu stopped and held out her hand to Zheng Fa.

Zheng Fa looked at her five slender fingers.

Then he looked at the milk tea in his hand.

He silently placed the plastic bag in her hand.

Tang Lingwu didn't walk any further, standing in the corridor and taking a big gulp impatiently.

"Didn't you say it's unhealthy?"

"Are you stupid? My mom is watching from the car!" Tang Lingwu rolled her eyes at him: "I don't drink it because my mom won't let me drink it!"

Understood.

The wave was just your act.

"Wait a moment, we'll go up after I finish this!" It was clear that Tang Lingwu was experienced in dealing with such situations.

While happily gulping down the milk tea, she introduced Zheng Fa:

"The teacher who teaches me for the Competition is supposed to be a distant grandfather of mine. My mom knows him, and he can't see me drinking milk tea."

"He's also a teacher at our school?"

Thinking that the other person also lived in Qingshui Middle School.

"No, his daughter works at our school, and he's already retired." Tang Lingwu finished this large cup of milk tea in three or two gulps, looking somewhat unsatisfied: "He used to be a University Professor, and I think he was also a member of the Olympiad Question Drafting Group before."

"Sounds quite impressive."

"Yeah, my mom went through a lot of trouble to get him to agree. Although he's called a distant grandfather, we haven't had much contact before," Tang Lingwu paused.

Zheng Fa looked at her face and didn't say something.

It's obvious that your family is also quite impressive.