Besides the three of them, there was a middle-aged man in a dark Zhongshan suit, pushing a heavy-framed, twenty-eight-inch bicycle.
"Song Ying, who's this?"
The middle-aged man parked his bicycle. Song Ying came through the gate and hurried over, a slightly mysterious smile on her face. "Ling, this is Teacher Liu from the Youth Palace. He came especially to see your Jingcheng."
"Huh?" Huang Ling froze, uncertainty filling her eyes. "To see Jingcheng?"
She simply could not understand why a teacher from the Youth Palace would suddenly come to her home looking for her younger son.
Her daughter attended the Youth Palace, but her son did not. Why would a teacher come calling?
Her heart gave a sudden jolt. She abruptly remembered Zhou Cheng winning a pair of table tennis paddles two weeks earlier, and her expression grew anxious-could they have come to settle the score?
Song Ying found the anxious shifts in Huang Ling's expression rather amusing, but ultimately could not bear to keep her in suspense. She leaned closer and said with a smile, "Ling, don't worry yourself over nothing. It's good news! I won't say any more about the details. Let Teacher Liu explain it himself."
"Good news?" Huang Ling was still a little nervous.
At that moment, Teacher Liu stepped forward and gave a slight, courteous bow. "You must be Comrade Huang? I'm Liu Xian, coach of the Youth Palace Table Tennis Team. I heard your son is exceptionally good at table tennis, so I came to pay you a visit and see whether there might be a chance to recruit him into our class."
Hearing that he had not come to call anyone to account, Huang Ling's heart finally settled back into place.
Then, when she heard that the teacher had actually come in person