Chapter 65 What is that
Thank you everyone!
Li Yinuo has no shortage of confessions, of course he has no shortage of them.
Because of his appearance, he can be said to have been confessed to since he was a child.
But Yang Zheng’s confession seemed a little different.
It can be said to be more pure, or it can be said to be... less important.
Li Yinuo was a little confused, he just felt it was weird, but this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment, and then he put it aside.
He has so many things to do, it doesn't matter whether a little girl likes him or how she likes him.
He didn't take it to heart, but now there is someone who cares about more than just Yang Zheng.
That is unforgettable!
Coach Dong.
Although Coach Dong was rejected by Chen Jiebing when he was at the city martial arts gym, and he thought it was no use at the time, things were different when the coach from No. 25 Middle School came to him.
Yes, the coach from No. 25 Middle School.
As two old partners, old buddies, and old rivals...
The two coaches would still keep in touch with each other when they had nothing to do, for example, the coach from No. 25 Middle School came to visit this time.
When he came over, everyone in No. 25 High School looked at him with caution, wondering if he was here to rub salt into the wound and make the situation worse. But who knew that the coach of No. 25 Middle School was here to cause trouble.
"You told me that genius was at the night market, where is he?"
The coach of No. 25 Middle School gnashed his teeth. Coach Dong thought for a moment and said, "Is he gone?"
The coach of No. 25 Middle School glared at him.
"Oh, I remember now. He said he found a new job."
The coach of No. 25 Middle School continued to glare at him.
"Really? Many people can testify. So, Gou Fu, come over here and tell this coach, wasn't there a good-looking guy who came to see me a while ago?"
If it was earlier, No. 25 Middle School would definitely jump up and down during the extra practice. What do you mean by saying something to this coach... doesn't he have a name?
But at this moment, he couldn't care less and looked at Gou Fu: "You must tell me the truth. This information was exchanged by your coach himself. We warriors cannot go against our conscience!"
The high school students who were watching were all stunned by his words. They all looked at Coach Dong. Coach Dong rolled his eyes but did not deny it.
So, everyone in the high school couldn't help but have a question mark in their minds - what, information?
Do they have any information?
How could their coach do this?
"Hey, hey, please explain clearly. I did exchange information with you, but what we exchanged had nothing to do with our school. The one you gave me belonged to Yang Zheng, and the one I gave me belonged to a genius from outside. You agreed to this exchange at the time."
"I'm telling the truth!"
"That's what I said."
"I didn't find anyone."
"That's you idiot!"
…
The two coaches stared at each other, and finally Coach Dong waved his hand and sighed, "Okay, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth anymore. You don't need to look for that person anymore."
"You really did lie to me."
"I'm not lying to you. That person is going to compete with Yang for music."
The coach of No. 25 Middle School widened his eyes and said, "What the hell is this?"
If Coach Dong talked about martial arts, he could understand it. Although Yang Zheng is still a student, most high school martial arts teachers are only intermediate or even beginner level.
Moreover, even he had to admit that Yang Zheng's playing style was very deceptive. Children with unstable minds would think it was cool and would want to learn it without any hesitation. But learning music from Yang Zheng was not a good idea.
He felt more credible when he heard that he studied mathematics with Yang Zheng.
"Do you still remember the songs that No. 15 Middle School sang when they played against us?"
The coach of No. 25 Middle School thought about it and nodded. He was not at the scene, so he was not as sensitive to the atmosphere. His attention was all on the stage, so he didn't pay much attention to the songs. It was only when Coach Dong mentioned it that he remembered.
"Those lyrics, music, and so on, seem to be from Yang Zheng."
"……so"
"I mentioned that genius used to sing at night markets. He thought that was great, the kind of music he wanted, so he decided to go find Yang Zheng to learn it."
The coach of No. 25 Middle School looked at him, then looked at him again, then nodded, and then sighed deeply: "That's the reason..."
Coach Dong nodded.
"Then... do you know where his home is?"
"have no idea."
The coach of No. 25 Middle School looked at him and Coach Dong said, "Why are you asking this?"
"Nothing, I just went to confirm. I used Yang Zheng's information in exchange, so I can't be fooled. Him not practicing martial arts is one thing, but you lying to me is another."
"...I'm not sure exactly where it is, but I know it's probably near Long Lake."
"Where is Longhu?"
Coach Dong mentioned a place, and the coach from No. 25 Middle School nodded: "If you can't find it, I'll come find you."
"Hello!"
Coach Dong wanted to say something, but the coach from No. 25 Middle School had already turned around. Coach Dong said, "I'm telling the truth. His family really is in that area. If you can't find him, you shouldn't come looking for me."
The coach from No. 25 Middle School didn't even turn his head. Coach Dong said angrily: "Who are you?"
The latter sentence was said to the students behind him. If he hadn't said it, the students' faces would have been numb, but as soon as he said it, they were filled with resentment.
"What's wrong with you?"
"...Coach." Gou Fu said quietly, "What genius did you use to get that information about Yang Zheng?"
Coach Dong didn't speak immediately, Gou Fu asked again: "Really?"
Coach Dong coughed. "That's right. Geniuses are divided into different levels, just like a person's IQ. An average person with an IQ of 125 or above is considered a genius, but that club requires an IQ of 148, right? And above that, there's 180 or 200! You're all geniuses already, surpassing most..."
He tried his best to show his students that they were already great, but their expressions didn't change at all. Gou Fu even said directly, "Coach, I just want to know if the information about Yang Zheng was exchanged with the kid who came to see you last time."
"Well... yes. Oh, the coach at No. 25 Middle School always wanted to know what I was hiding from him. I had no choice, but I didn't tell him too clearly at the time..."
Coach Dong still wanted to say that he had not suffered any loss, but Gou Fu and others were no longer able to care about that. They only had one thing in mind... What about the humble and subservient attitude they had agreed to?
They were doing this, doing this... but in the end, their own coach cheated them!
Although they didn't suffer any loss, the students all felt as if they had suffered 10,000 points of critical hit.
They looked at each other and turned around silently in tacit understanding. Coach Dong felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, but he couldn't think of what was wrong for a moment.
It wasn't until dinner that day that Coach Dong realized what was going on.
The food in the martial arts department of No. 1 High School is quite good, as evidenced by the fact that they have their own cafeteria.
The cafeteria of No. 1 High School is already famous.
The better the school, the more resources it gets. Among all the schools in Biandong City, the cafeteria of No. 1 High School is the best, and the cafeteria of the Martial Arts Department is the best. In their own words, it is like a five-star hotel. Compared with them, it is just so-so.
Speaking of which, the martial arts students are used to eating, but they are growing up, and eating delicious food makes them feel much better. Then think about their coach. Although it is not as difficult as they think, it is still... not easy! To have to compete with a genius information high-speed opponent, their coach must be very upset!
Thinking this way, Gou Fu and the others did not find it so difficult to accept. Just as they were thinking about how to talk to Coach Dong, Coach Dong slapped his thigh and said, "This kid, so this is what you are thinking!"
Gou Fu and the others stared at him in amazement. Coach Dong said, "If he wants to learn music, let him learn it! Learning music and practicing martial arts don't conflict!"
After saying that, Coach Dong stood up quickly, hurriedly left a message to his assistant, and walked out.
Gou Fu and his men were left staring at each other in bewilderment. After a moment, someone asked, "Has our coach gone out to look for someone again?"
“…I think so.”
"Can he come here?"
Everyone shrugged and went back to drinking yogurt or eating venison. After a while, someone said, "His opponent is Yang Zheng."
Gou Fu ended the topic with one sentence, staring at her: "What's wrong with Yang Zheng? Yang Zheng... Eat well, I don't believe we can't beat her!"
Well, not to mention the enthusiasm of the No. 1 High School Martial Arts Department, Coach Dong rushed to Chen Jiebing's house at full speed.
He did not completely lie to the coach of No. 25 Middle School. He indeed did not know where Chen Jiebing's home was, but this uncertainty was limited to which door or which household in the slum. As for which slum it was, he did know.
Just walk over and ask...you don't even need to ask, you'll know - the coach from No. 25 Middle School is knocking on the door.
Seeing him, the coach of No. 25 Middle School's eyes turned red. He pointed at him and trembled. Before he could say anything, Coach Dong said, "I found you the same way you found me."
The coach of No. 25 Middle School gritted his teeth and said, "Can you please have some shame?"
Coach Dong smiled and strode in.
The room was dim, and there was an indescribable smell as soon as you entered, a mixture of dampness, dullness, and the smell of medicine.
The two coaches tried hard and did not quit immediately. Of course, it was also because Chen Jiebing discovered them quickly.
"Xiao Chen..." Coach Dong, relying on their old relationship, greeted first, and the coach from No. 25 Middle School immediately followed up, "No matter what standard No. 1 High School gives you, we at No. 25 Middle School can double it!"
Coach Dong glared, but the No. 25 Middle School coach remained unmoved. For a school that's always ranked second and wants to be number one, that's how they must be!
Coach Dong ignored him and expressed his thoughts: "I misunderstood last time. I went back and thought about it. You want to study music? Sure! That's great! Not only can you compete with Yang Zheng, but you can also study at our school. Didn't I tell you that our school also has a very good music teacher who has won the Lotus Award?"
"We have one in our school too!" said the coach from No. 25 Middle School. "We have a very good music teacher there, too."
Coach Dong smiled and said nothing more.
No. 1 High School and No. 25 Middle School...everyone in Biandong knows how to choose.
"I'm really sorry, Coach Dong." Chen Jiebing didn't know who the coach was from No. 25 Middle School, so she just spoke to Coach Dong.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, Xiao Chen. I'm telling you, learning music and practicing martial arts aren't contradictory! You can definitely do both! Besides, aren't you going to study with Yang Zheng? I'm telling you, Yang Zheng is very fast and will train with me! Seriously, I'm not lying. I lead the team in the provincial competition every year, so this year, there won't be any surprises."
"I will participate too!" The coach of No. 25 Middle School tried hard to make his presence felt.
Chen Jiebing looked at them and felt quite touched. He had never been so affirmed before, so he bowed to them and said, "Really, thank you very much."
"No, Xiao Chen, if you have any questions, just tell me. Don't just refuse."
Coach Dong said, and the coach from No. 25 Middle School nodded beside him.
At this moment, a groan was heard from inside the room. Chen Jiebing's face changed and she quickly said, "Excuse me, coaches. I need to go in and take a look first."
As he spoke, he turned and went into the house. As soon as he left, Coach Dong whispered, "Why are you here to join in the fun?"
"You were the one who told me about this excitement."
“You know where his talent lies.”
"You've already called me a genius, so even if I'm not good enough, it's not bad at all." In fact, when Coach Dong had come to exchange information with him earlier, he'd thought, "There's nothing to lose." Although Yang Zheng's situation was based on their own experiments, most of the information was public. Of course, the real experience of the battle was valuable, but if Yi Gao was strong enough, sacrificing one or two players would be enough to gain such information. It would be better to gain the information Coach Dong had been hesitant to conceal.
After Coach Dong told him some things about Chen Jiebing, he thought he had been fooled again. Later, he went to look for her with the intention of giving it a try, but he didn't bother looking for her. Most of the time, he just wanted to find Coach Dong to argue with him.
Who knew that Coach Dong could really identify such a place - with the general idea of the place and some characteristics, it was actually very convenient, especially since he also had the reputation of being the coach of No. 25 Middle School. When he went to the community, people would wish they could find someone like him even if he didn't exist.
When he came here, he was also a little hesitant.
It's not that they despise the poor and love the rich, but... martial arts training also requires a material foundation. Although they can fully guarantee sufficient protection for true geniuses, what if they are not that talented?
And when Coach Dong also caught up with him, he no longer had any doubts!
Just as Coach Dong was about to say something, a crying sound came from inside. It was a woman's crying sound, and the voice was surprisingly charming: "Am I wrong, Ah Bing?"
"No."
"No? Then why doesn't he want me anymore?"
"It's not your fault, Mom."
"Isn't it?"
"No! He doesn't want you. It's his fault, not yours, Mom!"
The conversation came from inside the house. Coach Dong and the coach from No. 25 Middle School looked at each other. The coach from No. 25 Middle School raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice: "This situation... do you know?"
Coach Dong shook his head. He was about to say something when he suddenly had a very strange feeling. The feeling was somewhat familiar, but he really couldn't think of it for a moment.
He was about to savor the feeling when it suddenly disappeared. A voice came from inside the house: "A Bing, why are you here? Didn't you go to school?"
"School is closed today."
"Is it a holiday?"
"Yes."
"It's vacation time, so you should have a good rest. Mom will make you whatever you want to eat."
"I've already eaten, Mom, you should rest first."
“You really ate it.”
"Yes, Mom."
After saying this, no more sound came from the room. After a while, Chen Jiebing came out. Coach Dong was about to say something, but Chen Jiebing spoke first: "Excuse me for making a fool of myself."
Coach Dong sighed. "It's not something to be ashamed of. It's really not easy for you. There's nothing wrong with wanting to enter society early. So, I'll tell the school..."
"I didn't tell you just now that I'm already a student at No. 15 Middle School."
Coach Dong was startled, and the expression of the coach from No. 25 Middle School also changed, but they both quickly reacted and said in unison: "Yang Zheng"
Chen Jiebing nodded.
Coach Dong opened his mouth again and again, but finally couldn't help but said: "If you are willing..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Jiebing shook her head.
Coach Dong’s heart!
Although Chen Jiebing had always been polite to him, her attitude was firm. In the end, he could only say, "Then I won't force you... But if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time."
"thank you."
Chen Jiebing bowed to him again.
The two coaches came out, and as they were about to leave, they vaguely heard the noise inside again.
"What a shame..." As if to deliberately make him feel even more uncomfortable, the No. 25 Middle School coach shook his head and sighed, "It's not enough that he has talent, but he also has such good character. Even in the sect, he would be a top-notch talent."
"Could you please stop talking!"
The coach of No. 25 Middle School smiled and finally felt a little relieved, while Coach Dong over there became even more depressed.
Chen Jiebing made him depressed, Yang Zheng made him hate him, and at the same time, he had an indescribable emotion in his heart.
When they reached the intersection, he separated from the coach from No. 25 Middle School. He walked to his car and a woman on a bicycle passed by him.
It was hard to tell the woman's age. She was wearing a red down jacket and a linen woolen hat. Suddenly, Coach Dong felt a pang in his heart, and memories that had been blocked for who knows how many years came flooding back.
How old was he then? Sixteen or seventeen
Being young, ambitious, and a warrior, he felt that the whole world belonged to him.
Many girls like him, but he doesn't care too much, because if there are too many of them, they won't be rare.
Then, he didn't know when his eyes were drawn to a girl who wasn't that unremarkable. She wasn't particularly pretty, nor did she have any outstanding talents. But she had a charming smile that gave people a sense of vitality, even in winter.
He began to long to see the girl, and began to feel that the world was different when he thought of her.
Finally one day, he confessed his feelings. He thought it would be okay. He had a bright future and so many people liked him. How could the girl not like him?
But, it is.
After hearing his confession, the girl was stunned at first, then felt embarrassed, and then refused.
He had never been rejected before - in fact, he had never confessed his feelings at all. When he was suddenly rejected, he had no idea what to do. When he came to his senses, the girl had already left.
He was silent for two days, then the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He found the girl again and asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Ah, not really."
"Then... why?"
"What"
"Why did you reject me?" he asked again. The girl thought for a moment and shook her head. "I can't really explain it. I guess... I just... I don't like it that much. I'm sorry!"
What kind of answer is this! Why doesn't she like him? He was filled with resentment at the time, and thought, sooner or later this girl will regret it, she will definitely regret it!
But later, I gradually forgot about it.
He is very talented, went to a good university, and achieved good grades. Although he has never made a breakthrough to the innate level... there are too many people who have not made a breakthrough.
If being a warrior is just about hard work, then being a warrior really requires a good talent.
His acquired high rank also allowed him to find a good job and achieve a pretty good social status.
I only think of that girl occasionally, very occasionally, and I haven't thought of her for many years.
Come to think of it, it’s probably, ah!
An indescribable emotion, a feeling of regret, thinking that it would be great if I could marry that girl... or even have a love relationship with her. That kind of shy and ignorant feeling, a sour and expectant feeling whenever I think about it... I really have never felt that way again.
It’s not that he doesn’t love his wife, it’s not that he doesn’t love his family.
He also married the woman he loved, and after marriage, he tried hard to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband. However, it seemed that the same feeling... was always a little bit short.
Because I know the difference, I never think about it.
And today, it suddenly popped up, and it was very much like the impulse of the past - why don't you love me
"How weird." He touched his chest. Why did he suddenly think of this? Was he seduced by a similar girl? It didn't seem like it. It seemed like he had this idea before he met the girl on the bicycle, when he was at Chen Jiebing's house...
But how could he feel this way?
Could it be Chen Jiebing’s mother... No, not really, the voice is different.
What is that?
The author has something to say:
This chapter is 6,000 words, including yesterday's, o(*￣︶￣*)o Thank you all for your tolerance. I bow! Some classmates have suggested taking a leave of absence, and I've seriously considered it. But honestly, if I really stop, I don't know how long it will take to pick it up again, or if I'll feel the same way again. When I wrote "Lang Tao Sha" earlier, it was a similar situation. I stopped writing twice—or even three times—and I can't remember what I was doing. Although I eventually finished it, I wasn't satisfied. I later thought that if I had more emotional stability, it might be better. I don't know. I actually have a very big plan for this story... Some classmates said the emotional scenes came out too slowly, because I think it has to cover a lot. Although the results are not very good yet, I am satisfied with the overall direction so far. I have laid all the necessary foundations. However, from the beginning, I wanted this story to be cheerful and humorous. Although the world is large and the scope is wide, in some ways, it will be silly. But now I'm really not sure I can complete it happily. When I think about it now, I just try to write hard, and then, at least complete a stage. That's about it. 2021 has just started, and I don't want to give you any negative energy, so let's cheer together!
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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