fair
He looked up. "What did you say?"
Zhang Kuo quickly pulled out a tissue and went forward to wipe Chen Heng's wound, frowning and muttering, "Playing with knives is too dangerous. It's best not to bring such sharp objects into school..."
Chen Heng pulled his hand away, took a wad of tissue and covered his fingers with it, staring at Zhang Kuo, "Why is my mother here?"
"The director didn't say anything. She's waiting for you in Director Li's office right now," Zhang Kuo turned around and rummaged through the drawers. "But wait a minute. I remember I have some iodine here. Let me look for it."
"No need." Chen Heng lowered his eyes, threw the blood-stained paper into the trash can in the corner, and strode away.
He stood up straight, "Hey, you..."
Just when he thought this anticlimactic conversation had come to an end, the boy who had walked to the door suddenly stopped and turned around. His dark, cold eyes looked straight at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Teacher Zhang, your students are quite easy to lead astray."
After saying that, he turned and left. The sound of the cowhide soles of his shoes hitting the ground became smaller and smaller as the distance got farther, but the sound that echoed in Zhang Kuo's mind was deafening and lasted for a long time.
When Li Dongming came back, he saw Zhang Kuo sitting blankly in his office chair with lifeless eyes.
He blew away the heat from the soaked goji berry water and approached, "What's wrong? How did the training go?"
"If you ask me, you should give students a couple more ideological classes and give them more homework so they don't have time to overthink."
No one at the table said anything. Li Dongming was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "You didn't go to dinner, did you?! It's not a big deal, why are you making such a fuss?"
The person next to him was still chattering, and Zhang Kuo waved his hands weakly.
"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."
Li Dongming glanced at him and secretly complained, "Okay, then think about it. If you keep thinking, you won't need to eat."
He always uses this as an excuse to brush him off, and he sees that he can't think of anything in the end.
Chen Heng, who was being thought of by Zhang Kuo, stood at the door of Li Feng's office, listening to the familiar greetings coming from inside.
He paused for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.
Qian Ying turned around when she heard the voice and saw the familiar face. She stood up and said angrily, "You kid, you didn't even knock before coming in. How can you be so rude? I'm sorry, Director Li, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. I'll talk to him later."
Li Feng stood up and said with a smile, "It's okay. Classmate Chen just transferred to our school. He's unfamiliar with the place and naturally homesick. I understand why he's anxious to see you when he hears your voice."
Qian Ying's smile deepened. "Yes, our Xiaoheng has never been so far away from home. I'm sorry to have troubled you."
Li Feng said politely: "No, no, we are all students from the same school, there is no need to worry about it, it's just that -"
She glanced at Chen Heng, who hadn't said a word since entering but exuded a flamboyant air. "He's just transferred here, so he might not be adapting to the environment yet. If there are any problems, we can make further arrangements. Everything will be based on Chen's physical and mental health."
"Of course, Director Li is right," Qian Ying responded.
"In that case," Li Feng glanced at the time on his phone, "it's lunchtime now, so let classmate Chen take you to our cafeteria to eat some special food. It seems that they have Chef Li's specialty, sweet and sour pork ribs, today. I recommend you try it."
"Director Li's recommendation must be correct." Qian Ying picked up the bag on the chair, "Then we won't waste your time."
After she finished speaking, she was about to take her people away when she heard Chen Heng suddenly speak.
"The school is organizing a basketball tournament soon. Class 9 would like to sign up and would like to ask Director Li for approval."
Li Feng paused as he was about to see the person off. "Basketball game?"
"I remember that only freshmen and students from the sports department participated in the competition. If I remember correctly, you should be a sophomore?" she said hesitantly.
Chen Heng looked at her and said, "We, Class 9 of Grade 2, also want to form a basketball team to compete."
Li Feng turned to look at Qian Ying, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he knew her attitude.
She pondered for a moment, "For the basketball game, go get the registration form from your homeroom teacher and fill it out. Just tell him I said so, and then hand it over to the head of the Sports Department."
"There is a girl in the team participating in the competition. I have asked about it and they need a special statement." Chen Heng had already found out the situation clearly. If he wanted Ye Meiyan to participate in the competition, he had to submit a statement of the special circumstances at the same time.
He had originally planned to look for Li Feng again tomorrow, but since he was already here today, he might as well do it together.
Li Feng: "...Do you know what you're talking about? Girls participating in basketball games?"
She wondered if she was hallucinating, or if the student opposite her was just not very smart, which was why she said such bizarre words.
Chen Heng raised his eyes, "The rules don't prohibit girls from participating."
Li Feng rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache. "Do you know why basketball games are divided into men's and women's teams? Whether it's height, weight, or physical strength, girls are far behind boys, and this innate gap is infinitely magnified in competitions."
"Since you've played basketball, you should be very clear about the gap. Mixed-sex competition is unfair to the weaker female team. If you force her or them to participate, it will result in an all-round crushing of the weaker team."
She didn't understand why she should participate in a game that she was bound to lose, or whether Chen Heng just wanted to have fun.
Chen Heng listened to everything Li Feng said in a rare silence. What she said was absolutely right. International basketball competitions only divided men's and women's basketball teams. Basketball games would maximize the physical strength gap between men and women.
Winning in this situation is definitely not something that can be achieved by personal will alone.
But Chen Heng didn't care. He didn't care about the process of the game, nor did he care about the final outcome of the game.
All he wanted to do from the beginning to the end was to make Ye Meiyan eligible to join the competition.
As for whether she will give up or continue in the end, that is Ye Meiyan's own business. Chen Heng only does what he should do now.
"You said allowing girls to compete is unfair to them, but Director Li, have you ever considered that banning them would be a greater injustice?"
Chen Heng's voice was light, but if you listened carefully you could faintly hear the sarcasm in it.
He asked in return, "The school doesn't have a women's basketball team, does it?"
“Our school…”
Li Feng wanted to say that the school's basketball games had always been organized by the Sports Department. She wanted to say that there weren't many girls signing up for the basketball games. She wanted to say that high school basketball games in Jiangyuan City were usually mostly participated by boys, and it wasn't just their school that was an exception.
She wanted to say a lot, but in the end she said nothing.
"I'll discuss what you've mentioned with the relevant person in charge," she said, sitting down and quickly writing a few words with her pen. "Here's the statement of facts. I approve it."
Chen Heng took a long step forward and took it.
Even after leaving the office, Qian Ying was still looking at her son's increasingly furrowed brow with interest.
Chen Heng was stared at with annoyance, "What?"
Qian Ying smiled, "I haven't seen this side of my son in a long time. I just feel a little nostalgic."
Upon hearing this, Chen Heng quickened his pace and walked quickly.
Qian Ying called out from behind the boy, "Aren't you going to the cafeteria to eat sweet and sour pork ribs? Isn't that your favorite dish? I remember that direction seems to be towards the school gate."
Chen Heng: "No."
Seeing this, Qian Ying had no choice but to follow her son out of the school.
Chen Heng randomly found a Western restaurant and chose a seat by the window with a partition.
Qian Ying ordered several dishes with great interest. While waiting for the dishes to be served, she suddenly heard Chen Heng ask a question.
"Why are you here?"
"Why would I come? What you asked is, am I not allowed to think about my son?" Qian Ying complained dissatisfiedly. The older her son got, the colder he became. He was not as caring as he was when he was a child.
"When you were little, you would cry and ask for a hug when you couldn't see your mother for a while. You were so cute. But now that you've grown up, you've started to dislike me."
Chen Heng said nothing about his mother's nostalgia. Some words will not have much effect if they are said too much.
"Are you here to see if I've gotten into trouble, or are you here to see Chen Xu?" He placed his phone on the table and spoke word by word.
Qian Ying was stunned for a moment, and just at that moment the waiter came with a cart to serve the dishes, and soon the table was filled with plates of food.
Qian Ying rubbed her eyebrows. She actually didn't want to talk about unhappy things with Xiao Heng as soon as they met, but every time they chatted for a few words, Xiao Heng would mess up the situation.
The smile that had been on her face faded, she leaned back and sighed.
"Let's put your brother's affairs aside for now and talk about you first."
She pulled something out of the bag she was carrying and pushed it over.
Chen Heng looked at the familiar colorful flyers in front of him, raised his eyebrows, and said with a hint of provocation, "Why, you're not used to me skipping classes?"
"It's precisely because I'm so used to it that I didn't say much in front of Li Feng."
"I've heard everything about you in Class 9. I have no problem with what you do because I'm your mother. I can tolerate you, your bad temper, and your rebelliousness, but that doesn't mean others don't have any problems."
Chen Heng sneered and said nothing.
Qian Ying pretended not to hear. "The teachers are already dissatisfied with you. It's not like you didn't hear what Li Feng said. I believe you should be able to understand what she said with your IQ. I don't want to explain it too clearly."
"Do you want to repeat your previous experience in this school? Causing trouble, fighting, causing trouble, fighting again, and then transferring schools again."
Qian Ying's tone slowed down. "Xiao Heng, Mom has always thought you are a good child. I know you have made new friends in this school and there is a girl you like..."
Chen Heng stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the smooth floor, attracting the attention of people nearby.
"You're investigating me!?" The boy's face suddenly darkened.
Qian Ying's gaze fell on Chen Heng's left hand, which was accidentally exposed from his sleeve. The glaring red color there was particularly conspicuous.
"What happened to your hand? Why is there a wound? Is it serious? Did you apply medicine?"
No wonder her son had been facing sideways towards her today. She walked around the dining table and wanted to grab Chen Heng's wound to take a closer look, but he shook her hand away.
"You haven't answered yet."
Qian Ying's gaze remained on Chen Heng's left hand. "I didn't just arrive in Jiangyuan City today. In fact, I've been here for several days."
Chen Heng suddenly turned around. He didn't want to continue talking, fearing that he would lose control of his temper and explode.
"stop!"
Qian Ying looked at her son's back and said, "If you don't want me to go find that girl."
Chen Heng paused and turned around suddenly.
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