Chapter 173 Chapter 173 [VIP]
After the weather warmed up, Gotham High School offered swimming lessons in every grade. These were elective courses that earned credits upon completion, but the credits could not be earned repeatedly because the course was primarily for students who could not yet swim. After all, Gotham was a coastal city, and the beaches were crowded in the summer. If one wanted to go surfing or swimming, one had to master this skill; otherwise, accidents could easily occur.
The sixth grade students who just entered middle school last year had the most registrations. Sarah took Megan to register, and they went shopping together after school to buy swimsuits. Then it was time for swimming lessons.
Megan walked out of the dressing room. The child, who was not yet twelve years old, did not have a big figure. She had some thin muscles, which made her look healthy and not weak. However, her height and weight were still insufficient compared with her peers. For example, Sarah, after she came out and stood next to Megan, was six or seven centimeters taller than her, and her body fat percentage was more healthy and qualified.
Sarah also noticed the contrast, but she knew that her good friend had been malnourished before, and she was a little special. Megan was a child of the stars, and the lives of the stars in the universe were long and endless, so Megan grew slower after she fell to earth and became a human, which was normal.
Although Sarah is no longer at the age to believe in fairy tales, she always cares for and loves her friends. She never acts or speaks without a sense of boundaries and just plays happily with her friends.
She pinched Megan's arm and exclaimed, "Wow, Megan, you have muscles!" But when she bent her arm, she could see that her biceps were even bigger.
Sarah and Megan looked at each other in surprise. She had never noticed it before, but compared to Megan today, it seemed like her muscles were more toned. She thought for a moment and then laughed happily, "It seems playing volleyball is useful."
At least in Gotham Middle School and the elementary school Sarah attended, most students did not pursue being thin and weak. Instead, they participated in various sports based on their interests and made themselves flexible and strong. Who scored the most beautiful goals, who was the most talented, and who scored the highest points in the game were all things they talked about with relish. In particular, participating in large-scale competitions and placing well could earn them credits, and if their grades were good enough, they could be recruited by their favorite universities.
Sara also has a goal of joining the cheerleading team. She is in the volleyball club and spends most of her time after school training with her teammates. She is almost making it into the school team, but she doesn't stop there. Out of her admiration for the cheerleading team, she even asked her good senior schoolmates for their training schedules and is trying to train more, so building muscle is what she deserves.
Sarah held her chin up and looked very proud, so Megan couldn't help but pinch her. The force was not strong, but it was a little itchy, so Sarah retracted her hand and pressed the little bear.
The two of them didn't quarrel for long. When the swimming teacher arrived, all the students stood obediently by the swimming pool.
The precautions for swimming had been explained in the first class, and they were given a PPT demonstrating the standard swimming style and the key points of breathing while swimming. Then, some matters were emphasized again before going into the water. The teacher asked them to do warm-up exercises and then try going into the shallow water on their own. Although there were only more than ten students in this class, there was a lifeguard nearby.
While still doing warm-up exercises, Megan said: "I can't swim."
The classmates in the class were all talking. The teacher didn't ask them to keep quiet. Sarah was standing close to Megan and heard her soft and weak voice. She asked, "Are you afraid to go into the swimming pool? Otherwise, I will watch you for a while." Beginner swimmers must be watched to feel at ease, otherwise it would be terrible if they accidentally drowned.
Megan nodded, "Yeah! If you look at me, I'll be braver." She couldn't help but smile as she said that.
Then after she got into the water, she was a little at a loss. When she was listening to the teacher and watching the PPT, swimming seemed not difficult, but when she stood in the water, she felt that her hands and feet were not yet tamed. She didn't know how to lie down, or how to move her hands and feet. Her head suddenly went blank, and she became extremely pitiful.
Because she didn't know how to do it, Megan looked around, trying to see how to imitate other people's movements, but when she saw them, her hands and feet said they couldn't do it. They were very stubborn, so Sarah demonstrated to her beside her -
Just dive forward and let your hands and feet swim along the way.
Megan watched for a moment, thinking, "I can do this." Then she fluttered like a clumsy little frog.
When she actually put it into practice, fortunately she still remembered the knowledge the teacher had taught her, so she did not drown. She just floundered a little louder, until some water got into her nasal cavity, causing a burning pain. She knew that her posture was not right and she had to adjust it. Then she floundered around in the pool for a while and finally stood up with her feet on the bottom of the pool.
Sarah swam to her side lightly. She had a very good swimming skill because she had learned to swim before. After entering middle school, she signed up for swimming lessons for credits and also to accompany Megan to learn swimming. Seeing Megan standing, she stood up too. "What's wrong?"
Megan said, "I choked on my nose, it hurts a little." She was still pinching her nose, pouting slightly, looking angry. Then Sarah poked it with a finger. Megan took a long time to relax before putting her hand down. Because of the buoyancy, with a little effort, her two arms floated on the water, swaying gently with the waves.
Although she felt uncomfortable, Megan still found swimming fun, "like swimming on water plants."
She turned her head and looked at Sarah. This bad bear couldn't hold back her badness, and she couldn't hold back her evil thoughts. All her intentions showed on her cheeks before she did anything bad.
Sarah had experience with her, and when she saw her suddenly squint her eyes, she knew she was going to do something bad, so Megan raised her hand to splash water at her. Sarah leaned back sharply to avoid the first handful of water. She reacted quickly and fought back before Megan splashed the second handful of water.
Swimming turned into a water fight. Seeing others playing, some classmates followed suit. Seeing that the swimming class was about to turn into a water fight competition, the teacher came out in time to stop it, and the group of naive middle school students finally stopped.
When she tried to swim again, Megan found some feeling. She continued to try breaststroke, but the little frog felt awkward with her limbs. Finally, she paddled around and successfully turned it into a bear stroke. Anyway, it was fine as long as she relied on her hands and her feet were a little involved.
Sarah, who had to watch her swim, said that Megan was like the polar bear in the animal documentary, paddling her limbs lazily. Although it was strange, she could swim.
During another break, Sarah shared her feelings with Megan. Megan didn't care whether her swimming style was standard or not. Although she noticed that her swimming style was different from others and she wasn't swimming very fast, she wasn't participating in swimming competitions. She just wanted to learn how to swim, regardless of the style. She even said confidently, "Freestyle."
Sarah was convinced by her, "You're right." Then they swam slowly together.
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The final exams were at the beginning of June. Some students were nervous because they didn't get enough marks in their previous studies, but Megan was obviously not one of them. Sixth grade students currently only have core subjects and only take exams for core subjects. When she finished the exams and got her report card back, she started counting how many A's, A+'s, A-'s and B+'s she had.
Megan's scores in homework, quizzes, and class participation were all good. Including the midterm and final exam scores, her best score was in math, followed by English because she read a lot. Science got an A-, and all other courses were B+.
She was very satisfied with her grades, but when Arthur came to the school to move her things back to the small building, his face fell as soon as he entered the door. He threw the cardboard box that Megan packed her things in on the table. Fortunately, there were no fragile items in it and they were not damaged by the bumps.
Megan noticed his bad mood. When the clown took off his disguise and sat on the sofa, she leaned over and looked at him from head to toe. Finally, she successfully attracted her father's attention and asked impatiently, "What are you doing? Child, you got such a bad grade and you're still here 'playing' with me?"
The tone sounded very dissatisfied, but Megan was not suppressed at all. Instead, she moved closer. When the clown looked up at her, Megan leaned over to him. She had grown up, but she was still not afraid of the clown. She pressed her face against his pale and scary cheek and gave him a random kiss.
She said, "Wow, Dad, you seem like that—"
It was her familiar habit of only speaking half of her words, but the clown wanted to hear what she had to say next, so he cooperated and asked, "Like what? Honey, could you please tell me the answer?"
"You care about me, so you care about my grades," Megan changed the subject and stopped talking. "But my abilities are limited. I can't get an A in sociology, physical education, art, or music."
There were a lot of subjective questions in sociology, and a lot of elementary school content, so Megan couldn't answer them all. Her physical test scores in physical education were average, and it was the skiing homework she submitted that added some points. Art classes had hands-on sessions, and music classes required music analysis, instrument performance, and listening tests. Megan didn't have much talent, so it was natural that she couldn't get a grade above an A.
"Dad, I don't get good grades. Don't you love me anymore? Do you think I'm not your child anymore?" She asked in return. Seeing that the clown was unwilling to deal with her, she kept asking.
The clown was so annoyed that he wanted to leave immediately. As he stood up, he heard the child behind him ask, "Dad, what do you expect from me?"
He turned around and saw Megan's eyes sparkling. What was he expecting? This child was clearly full of anticipation! So he couldn't help laughing. When she asked again, "What do you expect from me?" he smiled and bent down, hugged Megan's back and patted her. "You don't have any goals of your own, and you still want answers from me?"
"But what can I expect from you? What use are you to? This is still an unsolved mystery, Megan..."
But seeing Megan's dissatisfied expression, he continued, "Okay, it's my fault for being so disgruntled with you! But hey, when I see you getting better, I have greater expectations of you. You can't blame me for that, right?"
It sounded like a good thing to say. Megan tilted her head and looked at the clown seriously for a long time before her unhappy expression disappeared. But she punched the clown again. Her strength was not strong, but she got angry easily. Before the clown could respond, she heard the child say in a daze: "You did it on purpose!" She was teasing her on purpose to make her angry!
The author has something to say:
I remember a comment before that said Megan is a little frog with black skin and green eyes from the abyss (nods) and her father is a clown frog ()
Then there's Ugly Dad and Megan: a seemingly warm and chaotic daily life.
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