Three days later, at the basketball training ground of Tongcheng University.
The school basketball team members are training hard.
Wang Qiang, carrying a bag, sneaked into the basketball court. This was his first time training with the basketball team since being reprimanded by Zhang Yuan.
In basketball, Wang Ba and Li Xuekai each lead a team in a match.
"Wang Qiang is here!"
"Brother Qiang, come to the team quickly! Without you here, our team has been getting crushed by Li Xuekai's team. It's so frustrating!"
In Wang Ba's team, a teammate shouted to Wang Qiang.
Seeing Wang Qiang return, Wang Ba said, "Yeah, hurry back to the team, it's our turn to crush them."
"They're here!"
Wang Qiang put down his bag, replaced the next substitute player, and ran onto the field with a smile.
At this moment, the team members noticed Wang Qiang's unusual behavior.
"Brother Qiang, what happened to your eyes?"
Wang Qiang's eye socket was punched by Zhang Yuan that night. Although the bruising around his eye socket has decreased a lot in the past few days, it is still clearly visible.
Therefore, he has been too embarrassed to come to team training these past few days.
"Oh, it's nothing, I just tripped and fell while walking a few days ago!"
Wang Qiang said awkwardly, covering his eyes with his hand, not wanting his teammates to see.
"So careless!"
The more Wang Qiang tried to hide it and not want everyone to see, the more curious everyone became and gathered around to look.
"Wait, your dark circles don't look like they're from a fall!"
"Wang Qiang, you didn't get beaten up, did you?!"
"No, absolutely not!"
"How could I possibly get beaten up!"
Come on, let's have a match, a match! Don't let it interfere with training!
Wang Qiang said.
After the game, the team members gradually dispersed. Wang Ba called out to Wang Qiang, and the two went to the shade of a tree not far from the field.
"Wang Qiang, what happened to your eye socket?"
Wang Qiang stammered, his eyes darting around.
Wang Ba seemed to have guessed something and said, "You didn't get beaten up by Zhang Yuan, did you?"
Wang Qiang then admitted that he had indeed been beaten by Zhang Yuan, and told Wang Ba what had happened that night.
Although Wang Qiang tried to be as objective as possible, Wang Ba still didn't believe him when he mentioned that Zhang Yuan had stomped a footprint one centimeter deep into the ground.
He wondered, "Has Wang Qiang been knocked out by Zhang Yuan?"
How could a person possibly stomp a 1-centimeter-deep footprint into hard ground? Unless, of course, it was soft sand.
Therefore, Wang Ba didn't take it to heart, thinking that Wang Qiang was deliberately exaggerating the matter.
Wang Ba was furious that the woman he liked had been slept with by someone else, and that his good brother had been beaten up when he stood up for him. However, he suppressed his anger for the time being and comforted Wang Qiang.
This Zhang Yuan seems to have some skill!
However, the Tongcheng City University Basketball Tournament is about to begin, so we need to focus on training during this time. After the university league ends, I'll settle the score with that brat!
Wang Qiang had witnessed Zhang Yuan's terrifying strength. All four of them, working together, were easily subdued by Zhang Yuan in one move, without any chance to fight back. He was still shaken by the experience.
Therefore, when Wang Qiang heard that Wang Ba wanted to cause trouble for Zhang Yuan, his heart skipped a beat again.
He instinctively touched his swollen eye socket and his newly repaired front tooth, and said, "Brother Ba, how about we just let it go?"
That Zhang Yuan is really good at fighting.
"Wang Qiang, when did you become so bold? This isn't like you at all!"
"But, Brother Ba..."
"Alright, let's put that aside for now, let's go eat!"
...
Winter Solstice has arrived in the blink of an eye.
In the teaching building of the School of Arts and Philosophy, students from Class 1 of Chinese Language and Literature were sitting in the classroom, wearing thick winter clothes.
The teacher who gave them the lesson was Professor Li Guangyin, the head of the Chinese Department of the School of Literature and Philosophy.
An old scholar with graying hair and black-rimmed round glasses on his nose!
The old scholar liked to lecture by reading from the textbook, which was extremely boring. Many students were drowsy listening to him, but dared not fall asleep.
Zhang Yuan still sat in the last row of the classroom. As soon as class started, he would close his eyes and practice the art of calming his mind. His classmates were used to this, so no one bothered him.
Zhang Yuan practiced the art of nourishing the spirit for half a lesson. When he opened his eyes, he found that the old scholar's lesson was not over yet. So, amidst the old scholar's clear and resonant storytelling, he stared blankly at the sycamore tree outside the window, which had lost all its leaves.
The old scholar was stubborn and had a strong sense of self-esteem.
It's one thing if some students in the class don't listen attentively in his class, but Zhang Yuan, a student in Chinese class 1, either closes his eyes and sleeps or stares out the window in a daze every time he has class!
This is outrageous!
Li Guangyin looked at Zhang Yuan, who was in a daze, pushed up his glasses, and was too lazy to say anything. He just silently added another mark against Zhang Yuan in his heart.
I'll see how you pass your exams this semester!
My Chinese class is a core subject. If I don't pass the exam, I might not even be able to graduate. Don't come begging me then! Humph!
The old scholar shook his head in exasperation, then continued lecturing.
Just as Teacher Li Guangyin was speaking enthusiastically, Teacher Zhang Chunlei, the counselor of the Music Department of the Academy of Arts, hurriedly arrived at the door of the Chinese Class 1 classroom.
He knocked on the classroom door, interrupting Li Guangyin's class: "Excuse me, Teacher Li, I'm sorry to disturb your class. I am Zhang Chunlei, the counselor of the first-year music department of the Academy of Arts."
"Excuse me, is this Chinese Class 1?"
The students nodded. It was Chinese Class 1!
The old scholar looked at Zhang Chunlei with suspicion, wondering what the art college counselor was doing in the literature and philosophy college class.
"Is there a student in your class named Zhang Yuan?"
"I need to speak with him urgently!"
Zhang Chunlei looks very anxious!
Confused, everyone turned to look at Zhang Yuan!
Zhang Yuan snapped out of his daze. He looked at Zhang Chunlei, then at the other classmates, completely bewildered. He didn't recognize this teacher named Zhang Chunlei either!
"You must be Zhang Yuan?"
Zhang Yuan nodded.
"Can I come out for a moment? I want to ask you something!"
Zhang Yuan was completely dumbfounded!
The other students were also puzzled, wondering what Teacher Zhang's purpose was.
Worried that others might misunderstand, Zhang Chunlei explained, "Please don't misunderstand, a student in our college has run into some trouble and wanted to ask if Zhang Yuan could help."
Everyone then realized what was going on, but they were also filled with curiosity about what Teacher Zhang Chunlei had said.
What does it mean to need a student's help?
"Zhang Yuan sleeps in class every day. Some people even suspect that he has mental problems. What help can he be?"
yes!
I'm curious too!
In the classroom, Chen Tingting, who loves gossip, and her deskmate Chu Mengyao whispered among themselves.
At this moment, Teacher Li Guangyin said, "In that case, Zhang Yuan, why don't you go out with Teacher Zhang for a moment?"
Zhang Yuan scratched the back of his head, stood up somewhat reluctantly, and then followed Teacher Zhang Chunlei out of the classroom.
Outside the classroom, at the end of the corridor.
Zhang Chunlei and Zhang Yuan stood facing each other, the golden sunlight shining obliquely on the classroom corridor and windows, as well as on the two of them. Outside the corridor, the branches of the sycamore trees swayed gently in the wind.
"Excuse me, Zhang Yuan, I'm sorry to disturb your class."
Zhang Chunlei said, still looking very anxious.
Zhang Yuan: "It's nothing, Teacher Zhang, what can I do for you?"
"Then I won't beat around the bush. I'll ask you, do you know Taoist magic?"
"Huh? Taoist magic?"
\"right!\"
Zhang Yuan shook his head vigorously: "I don't know how! How could I know any Taoist magic! I'm a staunch supporter of materialism!"
\"Yeah?\"
Zhang Chunlei's eyes held a hint of doubt, and a touch of disappointment.
He paused for a second, then said, "I heard it from Secretary Ruan. She said you were the one who settled Zeng Jingxue's matter last time, so she sent me to find you!"
\"oh!\"
Zhang Yuan responded meaningfully, wondering what Zhang Chunlei was up to.
"To be honest, a second-year male student in the music department suddenly went insane and kept saying inexplicable things. I took him to the school doctor for a checkup, but the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with him."
His classmates said that Huang Dacai's symptoms were very similar to those of Zeng Jingxue, who was possessed that day, so they asked me to come to you to see if you could help.
If that doesn't work, you'll have to take him to a major hospital!
After listening to Zhang Chunlei's words, Zhang Yuan's first thought was of the evil black cat that had escaped after being injured. If he had been possessed by the black cat, he might really have gone crazy!
"So, tell me honestly, do you actually know any Taoist magic?"
"Oh, I see! Then I do know a little bit!"
Zhang Yuan gave an awkward laugh.
Zhang Chunlei breathed a sigh of relief.
He had learned a lot about Zeng Jingxue and her roommate, so he knew that this kind of thing was very dangerous!
After the incident that night, Zeng Jingxue lost consciousness and almost jumped off the building!
Zhang Chunlei was very worried that this would happen again, so he said, "The situation is urgent, so please come with me to take a look!"
I'm afraid something might happen if it's too late!
Zhang Yuanying agreed and then hurriedly followed Zhang Chunlei to the school clinic.
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