Chapter 43: Encountering Yu Xiang again, he stroked his chin and thought...
Yu Xiang rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and replied, "If hand speed is considered part of strength, then so be it."
Zhang Miao's head was filled with questions: "Huh? What do you mean?"
Fang Chengyu, who knew the real reason, promptly answered his question: "Brother Yu has never made a shot."
Zhang Miao misunderstood and breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like he's still performing steadily..."
Fang Chengyu: "? What I mean is that he never pitched the ball. It was only Jiang Ci who pitched from beginning to end."
Zhang Miao nodded blankly, and it took him a while to react: "Oh...ah? What did you say?! Then what is Brother Yu's role...?"
"It's for passing the ball." Yu Xiang raised an eyebrow at him proudly, then repeated to Zhang Miao exactly what Jiang Ci had just said to him. "The most important thing about teamwork is cooperation. If you play to everyone's strengths, the effect of 1+1 is greater than 2."
"How philosophical!" Zhang Miao exclaimed in amazement. "As expected of Brother Yu!"
Yu Xiang turned his face away with a twitch of his lips, and raised his hand to touch his neck awkwardly: "No need to praise this, it's not what I said."
"Is that so? It's okay. Being able to quote is impressive," Zhang Miao said calmly. Then, a sudden realization struck him. "So, what's going on with Brother Jiang? Doesn't he know how to play basketball?"
Yu Xiang turned his head back: "Who told you he can't play basketball?"
Zhang Miao answered without hesitation, "Qi Ran said so."
Fang Chengyu then added: "Lu Ziyang also said that."
Zhang Miao continued, "And Qi Ran said that Brother Jiang himself said he wouldn't do it."
"You just believe everything he says." Yu Xiang didn't know what to say to them for a moment. "He's good at talking nonsense in a serious manner, you know."
Zhang Miao wailed, wanting to cry but unable to, "I know now."
Fang Chengyu had already realized something at this moment. It was like a bolt from the blue, and his words were broken into several pieces: "So, not only can he do it, but he's also very good at it?"
Yu Xiang nodded gently. "Yes, it's true. Although it's a bit frustrating, it's the truth."
Zhang Miao was almost about to shed tears of envy: "Is there any justice in the world? Is there anything he isn't good at?"
"That's true. He draws... umm??!" Yu Xiang was talking excitedly when Jiang Ci's hand reached out from behind and covered his mouth, cutting off the second half of his sentence.
"There's no need to let them know this." Jiang Ci's low voice sounded in his ears.
Seeing Yu Xiang's mouth being forcibly covered, the two extremely curious people could only rack their brains to guess: "Talk, talk less?"
Yu Xiang wanted to shake his head, but Jiang Ci predicted his action and took the initiative to pinch his chin with his other hand.
This move made Zhang Miao and the others even more convinced of their own suspicions. They frowned thoughtfully, "It's true that he's quiet, but can that really be considered a shortcoming?"
Yu Xiang: “…”
He could count it if he wanted to, but what he wanted to say was not to speak less.
He wanted to say that this person’s paintings are extremely ugly!!!
"Okay, maybe that's the difference between people." Zhang Miao seemed to have accepted the "fact," but then something clicked in his mind, and his expression suddenly became serious. "So, if that's the case, Brother Yu, you weren't lying when you said you weren't good at basketball, were you?"
Fang Chengyu rarely agreed with Zhang Miao's opinion and cast a probing gaze at Yu Xiang: "Maybe he's just pretending, hiding his true abilities."
Unable to bear it any longer, Yu Xiang pulled Jiang Ci's two evil claws away: "This is absolutely true!"
These two people really believe in lies, but they doubt the truth.
This is simply outrageous.
"Oh? What a coincidence, we meet again." At this time, a young male voice interrupted the topic.
Everyone immediately looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Yan Mu, who had just parted ways with them at the mall entrance, reappear in front of them for some reason. Next to him stood Fu Siyan, who had a cold look on his face and was pushing a small cart piled with stuffed dolls of all sizes.
"Teacher Yan? Teacher Fu?" Although this wasn't the first time Yu Xiang had encountered this situation, he was still shocked. "Didn't you guys already leave?"
"Yeah, originally, I was, but since I couldn't think of anywhere else to go, I decided to come in and have a look." Yan Mu replied cheerfully, "It's fate that we can meet again in such a big mall, isn't it?"
The second half of Yan Mu's words had a hint of persuasion, and Yu Xiang nodded in confusion: "Yes, yes, yes..."
During this period, Zhang Miao and Fang Chengyu had been observing the two teachers from other schools calmly.
Just now at the entrance of the shopping mall, because the two of them were sitting in the car, their vision was blocked and they couldn't see the appearance of Fu Siyan in the driver's seat. Now they finally saw him clearly and were shocked - so young and handsome, driving such a luxury car!
These two people are not secretly running a cram school, they are rich second-generations!
Jiang Ci silently swept his gaze across Yan Mu and Fu Siyan's faces, finally landing on the latter's hand casually resting on the handlebar of the cart and the plush dolls piled on the cart like a small mountain.
I have to say...the hobbies of these two teachers seem to be...quite unique?
The contrast is a bit too strong, especially the one pushing the cart has no expression on his face.
Jiang Ci thought so, believing that this was most likely Yan Mu's hobby, and Fu Siyan was just accompanying him.
Just as this thought came to mind, Fu Siyan noticed his gaze, raised one hand, extended a slender and beautiful index finger, pointed at the doll mountain, and said calmly: "We have too many dolls, can you share some?"
'We'? Why not 'he'?
Realizing that he might have made a wrong judgment, Jiang Ci's calm expression finally began to ripple and he began to become less calm.
Yu Xiang, who happened to have his back turned, saw this scene and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so green?"
"No, you're seeing things." Jiang Ci denied it flatly, his ears burning. He then calmly turned his face away to avoid Yu Xiang's gaze. He quickly adjusted his facial expression, but still couldn't help asking Fu Siyan, "Did you catch this together?"
Fu Siyan admitted frankly: "Yes."
"This childish guy insisted on competing with me to see who could catch more, so half of these are his spoils." Yan Mu smiled and nodded, pointing at the dolls with his chin, "Of course, the other half is mine."
Yu Xiang only cared about winning or losing: "So who won between you two in the end?"
Yan Mu proudly replied, "Of course I won by a narrow margin of two."
"Holy crap, that's amazing! I used to bring my sister here to catch idiots just to pay the boss, and it would usually cost dozens of coins to catch even one ugly one." Zhang Miao came over with shining eyes, and looked at Yan Mu and the others with even more admiration. "Can you teach me? I want to bring my sister here to avenge my previous shame."
Fang Chengyu glanced at him disdainfully: "Are you sure you don't want to show off in front of your sister?"
Zhang Miao retorted dissatisfiedly: "Lao Fang! Am I such a superficial person?"
Fang Chengyu: "Aren't you?"
"Hmm... I'm afraid teaching won't be going well today." Yan Mu spread his hands with deep regret. "It's hard to handle what we caught, and there's a whole truck of stuff stored at the front desk. If another one comes, it'll be even more of a headache."
Yu Xiang, who was standing by, couldn't help but feel his pupils tremble when hearing these words: "..." No, are you so confident that you can teach this guy to catch a whole car?
Fortunately, Yan Mu finished the second half of his sentence in time: "I'm just kidding, it's mainly because we're tired of catching them today and don't want to touch this thing anytime soon."
Zhang Miao could only nod with a hint of disappointment when he heard this: "Okay."
Seeing that he looked distraught, Yan Mu comforted him casually: "Next time, there will be a chance next time."
"Although I can't teach you, you can pick a few to take home and give to your sister." Fu Siyan paused and thought for a moment before continuing, "Or you can take all of this car."
"One, one car?! Are you kidding?" Zhang Miao stared at the dolls with eyes wide open in disbelief and blurted out reflexively.
"This time we're not joking, we're just grabbing it for fun." Yan Mu explained, "Before, we forced it to be given to my nephew to play with."
Yan Mu said it lightly, but Jiang Ci felt something was amiss: "Excuse me, how old is your nephew?"
"How old is he? I really don't remember. I remember he was in college. How old is he?" Yan Mu seemed to have encountered a difficult problem. He hissed in embarrassment. He really couldn't come up with an accurate answer. He simply turned to Fu Siyan for help, "How old is Xu Yufan?"
Fu Siyan seemed to have anticipated this and answered directly, "Sophomore."
Yan Mu readily repeated it, pretending that he had come up with it himself: "Sophomore year."
Jiang Ci: “…” Whose nephew is he?
Fang Chengyu was also confused: "Will I still like this kind of furry little thing when I'm in my sophomore year?"
"There are also big ones, quite a few of them." Yan Mu corrected.
Fang Chengyu: "...then it's something furry."
"It's hard to say. He didn't say he didn't like it, but he always got angry and scolded me." Yan Mu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "You must not learn from this. He is a negative example. The right thing to do is to accept it with pleasure and say thank you."
Fang Chengyu's mind was confused for a moment, and he subconsciously asked, "Why?"
Yan Mu answered confidently: "Why else? Because I am the elder, I am his uncle."
Fang Chengyu didn't know what he was thinking about, so he asked cautiously, "It shouldn't be a watch, right?"
Yan Mu's smile deepened: "Yes. His mother is my biological sister."
Fang Chengyu nodded blankly: "That's good." It seems that this is not a joke.
Unfortunately, Zhang Miao was still in a state of inactivity and hadn't recovered. He hadn't grasped the key point of the conversation yet, so he just said intuitively, "Well, then, then, leave half for your nephew."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Ci, Yu Xiang and Fang Chengyu looked at him with dismay and shook their heads helplessly.
There's no hope for Sanshui.
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