Chapter 7
A chill December wind whipped across the playground, shivering the withered grass beside the track and blowing away the remaining snow. The last period of the afternoon was physics. Zhao Jinglu was the physics representative. As soon as the bell rang, she and her class monitor, Zhou Nan, carried the teaching materials to the laboratory building.
The second floor of the experimental building was the high school physics lab, and most classes were still in session. The two of them walked lightly, fearing to disturb others.
"Did you understand the question just now?" Zhou Nan asked in a low voice.
"Almost, but I still don't quite understand the process..." Zhao Jinglu was just frowning as she recalled the situation when she suddenly heard the teacher's clear voice calling out a name and criticizing from the classroom with the door ajar next to her: "...Ling Peng! You skipped steps on the exercises, and you want to skip the experiments too? I know you know everything, but you still have to do it step by step!"
The two of them subconsciously glanced into the classroom and saw a tall, thin boy standing by the laboratory table, listening with his head slightly lowered.
Zhao Jinglu and Zhou Nan looked at each other, stuck out their tongues, and quickly walked away.
"Wow, it turns out that even if you are good at skipping steps, you will be criticized." Zhou Nan lowered his voice, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.
Zhao Jinglu didn't respond, but thought to herself: It turns out he's not only good at playing basketball, he's also a good student.
After returning from handing out the homework, the high school class had also ended. The hallway suddenly erupted in a bustling crowd. The two of them walked downstairs against the flow of people. At the corner of the stairs, they happened to run into Ling Peng and Zhang Hao as they were ascending. His face was calm as he listened to Zhang Hao's animated speech.
"Hey! Little teacher!" Zhang Hao greeted with a smile as usual.
Ling Peng also saw her. When their eyes met, he nodded slightly at her as a greeting, without stopping.
At this moment, a clear female voice came from the side: "Zhao Jinglu! Zhou Nan! Wait for me!"
Su Xiaowen, a classmate, caught up from behind, her cheeks flushed from her haste. She naturally took Zhao Jinglu's arm and said, "The dance teacher told us to arrive early tomorrow to check your flexibility, Zhao Jinglu!" She deliberately dragged out her voice, adding a touch of endearing teasing.
"Oh my God, I'm going to be tortured again." Zhao Jinglu was held by her and walked down with a wry smile.
This call of the name and surname fell clearly into the ears of Ling Peng and Zhang Hao who were about to go upstairs.
Zhang Hao looked back curiously. When he turned back, he nudged Ling Peng with his elbow and whispered, "Did you hear that? Zhao Jinglu. So that's the young teacher's name."
Ling Peng subconsciously followed the figure walking downstairs, arm in arm with a classmate, chatting and laughing. His face showed no particular expression; he simply looked away and continued upstairs, casually replying to Zhang Hao, "Yeah, I heard you. Let's go."
At the bottom of the stairs, Zhao Jinglu was completely unaware of this little episode. She was being sandwiched between Su Xiaowen and Zhou Nan, discussing the "torture" of tomorrow's softness test.
"Kill me! I'm still a long way from doing the splits!" Zhou Nan wailed.
"Me too..." Zhao Jinglu nodded sympathetically, "I've never done this split since I was a kid."
"Those with stiff muscles need more compression," Su Xiaowen suggested, then changed the subject, "By the way, Jinglu, how are the street dance routines for the party going? Are the seniors from the high school department easy to teach?"
"Yes, the senior who greeted you just now is a dancer, right?" Zhou Nan suddenly remembered.
"That's fine," Zhao Jinglu sighed. "After all, I have no basic skills. Each of their limbs is as stiff as a robot. I have to learn the movements one by one."
"Ah? How could you be so tired..." Zhou Nan sympathized. The three girls' attention quickly shifted to the trivial annoyances of dance rehearsal. Their laughter and complaints blended with the throng of people leaving school, gradually fading away.
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