From that day on, Zhang Yu seemed like a different person.
The next morning, after running ten kilometers, he went straight to the cafeteria to find Teacher Ding, who was in charge:
"Teacher Ding, I've clashed with you many times in the past. I realize now that I was wrong. I'm really sorry."
Teacher Ding stared at the troublemaker before him, taken aback.
Was this really the same troublemaker, Zhang Yu?
But Zhang Yu's attitude reminded him of how he'd been when he first started working in the cafeteria two years ago.
He waved a hand. "It's fine, it's fine. You're a student, after all. Why would I, a teacher, hold a grudge against a student?"
"Teacher Ding, can I still work in the cafeteria?"
Zhang Yu asked again.
Looking at him, Teacher Ding felt that his attitude had improved tremendously.
Then he remembered that Zhang Yu was one of the students the school had focused on developing after Pang Bo left.
He nodded at once. "You're welcome to come if you want to. But the less than two thousand yuan I pay you each month probably isn't enough to tide you over."
Hearing that, Zhang Yu scratched his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Teacher Ding. I was too immature before. Brother Yi told me to keep a low profile as a person and play boldly on the court. I've realized my mistakes now, so please don't tease me."
Teacher Ding smiled and nodded. "All right, all right. I won't tease you anymore. A prodigal who turns over a new leaf is worth more than gold. And with your talent, as long as you stay humble and keep a low profile, you have a bright future ahead of you. Keep it up, young man."
As he spoke, Teacher Ding reached out