Han Chen looked at Zhong Zhicheng in confusion.
Zhong Zhicheng said slowly, "I believe it won't be long before Yao Fusheng is defeated by him. In the previously clamorous paper fraud incident, Lu Tingchuan cleared himself of all charges, but it was Yao Fusheng... who fell into the trap and was even investigated by a specialist from the imperial capital."
Han Chen's mind suddenly opened up.
"A commissioner has come to the imperial capital?"
"Well, I haven't left yet."
"Who sent it?"
"I'm not sure. I guess Lu Tingchuan contacted someone, or Professor Bai used some connections to get him here."
Han Chen immediately fell into deep thought.
Since Lu Tingchuan can call a specialist, why can't I give it a try?
But... I have to think of a good excuse to avoid appearing weak.
Han Chen originally didn't want to go to the imperial capital to ask for help. He thought that since he chose to stay in Dongjiang, he had to rely on himself for everything.
But after thinking about it, the connections in the imperial capital can be considered as one's own "strength", so it would be a waste if not used.
Why rack your brains when you will end up with nothing?
Even though Lu Tingchuan is so powerful, doesn't he still need someone to endorse him before he can move forward?
What's more, his Taoism skills are not as good as Lu Tingchuan's.
Zhong Zhicheng suddenly reminded, "I heard that the students you and Duan Feng taught took the bottom one and two spots in the monthly exam this time?"
Han Chen: "How do you know?"
Zhong Zhicheng: "Du Moliang said so."
Han Chen: “…”
Zhong Zhicheng: "Are you trying to find out so much because you're going to compete with Duan Feng? He's been at the First Hospital of Dongda University longer than you have, and he understands the relationships between the leaders better than you do. You won't have the upper hand against him."
Han Chen smiled coldly: "Not necessarily."
Zhong Zhicheng looked at him doubtfully.
Han Chen said: "I have the Han family behind me, and he... has nothing."
Don't blame him for bullying others, this is the reality of this society.
Yao Fuguang would be wary of him just because his last name was Han, and Duan Feng would never be able to compare to him in this respect.
Although he also wanted to say sorry, he was the one who was born in Rome.
But one's background is not something that one can control.
When it is time to go all out, he will go all out, and when it is time to strike back head-on, he will strike back head-on.
Being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself.
The one who needs to recognize the gap and chasm in family background is not him, but Duan Feng.
Moreover, Han Chen does not think that he is such a saintly or great person.
Duan Feng and he have a conflict of interest, so there is no reason for him to give in just because of his strength.
Being indecisive is not the character of the Han family.
Han Chen pondered for a moment, and suddenly a meaningful and complacent smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Thank you."
Seeing him like this, Zhong Zhicheng knew that Han Chen was showing that he had solved the problem.
"You're welcome."
On the court.
Han Chen waited until the first quarter was over before signaling to Doctor Wang that he also wanted to go on stage.
Doctor Wang, sweating profusely, asked him breathlessly, "What were you talking about with Ah Cheng?"
"Nothing, just chatting." Han Chen glanced at the scoreboard across the court and said in surprise, "Wow, the difference is so big?"
In one quarter, Duan Feng's team was more than 20 points behind.
It's a bit of a headache.
Xu Yide also ran over breathlessly, "Teacher Han, please hurry up, I can't handle it alone. Teacher Duan's scoring ability is too strong."
Han Chen smiled, warmed up, tucked his jersey into his elastic waistband, and jogged onto the court.
At the beginning of the second quarter, the ball was in Duan Feng's hands.
Duan Feng launched the attack, while Han Chen defended.
Because of Han Chen's presence, Duan Feng couldn't score as easily as before. He had to struggle with Han Chen for a long time before he could get a chance to shoot.
Three minutes passed and Duan Feng had no chance to shoot. On the contrary, on Han Chen's side, after Han Chen helped Xu Yide share the defensive pressure, Xu Yide, with his tall and strong body, took advantage and scored frequently, gradually catching up with the score.
Seeing this, Zhao Ziyang immediately cooperated with Duan Feng in a pick-and-roll, with the two of them defending Han Chen two against one.
As a result, on Han Chen's side, the outside player made an effort and rashly shot a three-pointer, which actually went in.
People on and off the court shouted "good shot".
Even Zhong Zhicheng, who was sitting on a lounge chair nearby, clapped his hands.
Han Chen had just come on the court, full of energy and enthusiasm, and he was no match for those who had only played for a short period.
Naturally, he reacts faster, runs faster than others, and has more scoring opportunities.
At the end of the second quarter, the gap between the two teams had been narrowed to nearly ten points.
Doctor Wang was old and frail, and the two young ladies had already reached their peak. He pressed his hand against Zhong Zhicheng and said breathlessly, "You... come... you, come, I... can't do it anymore."
Zhong Zhicheng apologized, "I'm not very good at it."
Doctor Wang: "It's just a casual fight. It's not a formal competition. It's just for fun."
Zhong Zhicheng reluctantly took the basketball jersey handed to him by Doctor Wang and put it on over his short-sleeved shirt.
He originally came to the gym to lift weights, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and tight sweatpants with a pair of sports shorts on top.
How to look at it is suitable for exercise.
After putting on Dr. Wang's basketball jersey, he warmed up and entered the court, replacing Dr. Wang's position as a guard.
The person sitting opposite him was a young doctor about the same age as him.
From the moment he squatted forward and maintained a defensive posture, everyone present knew that Zhong Zhicheng was definitely not as lazy as he said.
He rolled up his short sleeves, letting the cuffs pile on his shoulders.
The eyes are sharp and ready to strike.
The third section begins.
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