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Wang Chen's words made Zheng Fa start to wonder if these patterns have something to do with math competitions.

"Does anyone in our class participate in competitions?"

"Our class?" Wang Chen looked at him strangely: "There are not many people in Qingshui Middle School who participate in competitions! This stuff is something that only the strong people from provincial key high schools can get involved in!"

Qingshui Middle School is actually quite good in the city.

Every year there are always one or two top-level colleges, but provincial key schools? It's still hard to get into trouble.

"However, I heard that Tang Lingwu should be learning about competitions in private."

Zheng Fa looked at the front of the classroom.

In the first row near the podium, a girl with a ponytail was reading a book with her chin on her hand. The morning light from the front door slanted on her side face and fingers, making her look youthful and delicate.

Tang Lingwu, the top strongman in the class, has won the first place in the class for three consecutive years, a strong contender for the first place in the school, the little darling of the head teacher Lao Chen, and the uncrowned king of the class without the title of class cadre.

Although her face is attractive, few boys in the class are unruly in front of her - there are already brave people who have proved that if you call Lao Chen bald in person, he may not beat you to death, but if you dare to have bad intentions towards Tang Lingwu.

Sorry, I will ask your parents to change your seat and provide you with a one-stop service to make you a prodigal son.

"It's normal to fall in love early, but the swan is flying well, why is the toad flopping on the ground."

Lao Chen's words almost made the boy cry.

From then on, the atmosphere around Tang Lingwu became quiet and studious.

However, she was treated specially by Lao Chen, so she couldn't help but walk alone in the class, and seemed to have few friends.

Zheng Fa picked up the pattern he drew and walked towards Tang Lingwu.

"Brother, you are so brave!" Wang Chen stopped Zheng Fa in shock: "What do you want to do?"

"Go ask Tang Lingwu."

Zheng Fa slapped Wang Chen's arm and walked to Tang Lingwu's seat.

"Tang Lingwu, can I bother you for a moment?"

Not only Wang Chen, but other students also looked in this direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Since a boy expressed his affection for Tang Lingwu and was severely punished, no student, or should I say a male student, would go and talk to Tang Lingwu for no reason.

Tang Lingwu put down the book in her hand, turned her head to look at Zheng Fa, and a sentence was clearly written on her face: You have disturbed me.

"I want to ask you, are you preparing for the math competition?"

Tang Lingwu nodded.

"Then...are these pictures in the math competition?"

Zheng Fa put a few pictures in front of Tang Lingwu.

Tang Lingwu frowned, looked at these pictures, and then shook her head slightly.

"Isn't it?"

"You may have some misunderstandings about the math competition." Seeing his disappointed look, Tang Lingwu actually explained: "For example, these geometric figures will be tested, but there must be questions and problems, not just a few figures."

Zheng Fa suddenly realized that he had figured it out.

Even in the college entrance examination, you will not only be given a picture.

What can you see from this?

"However, these geometric figures should have certain rules." Tang Lingwu looked at them carefully again and frowned, saying, "Maybe the person who drew the picture had his own ideas in it, but I can't see it."

"So..."

Compared to his own IQ, Zheng Fa still believed in the academic master Tang Lingwu more.

"Maybe the teacher who taught me the competition will see it more clearly."

Zheng Fa was in high spirits and asked shamelessly, "Then can you ask your teacher?"

He and Tang Lingwu were not actually familiar with each other, but he couldn't help being a little presumptuous at this moment.

After all, he knew very well that Gao Yuan wanted to understand these pictures just to keep his position as a book boy.

In fact, Zheng Fa needed this position more than him.

Gao Yuan at least had a housekeeper father when he returned home.

If he was driven back, the days when the family had just started to get better might take a sharp turn for the worse.

If there was a glimmer of hope, Zheng Fa was willing to be shameless.

Tang Lingwu looked at him quietly for a while, then slowly nodded: "Actually, the teacher who taught me the competition lives in Qingshui Middle School. I go to his house for tutoring every weekend. I'll take you to ask him then."

"Take me?"

"I don't know what you want to ask. Wouldn't it be better if you go by yourself?"

When Zheng Fa returned to his seat, he still felt that Tang Lingwu was not as cold as she looked.

"Brother, what did you say to her?"

"Don't you know? I just asked about these pictures."

"Are you really... for these pictures?" Wang Chen's expression suddenly became vulgar.

"What else?"

"Didn't you just find a few pictures from somewhere and then talk to her?"

Wang Chen spoke more and more seriously, and he believed it himself.

Zheng Fa shook his head and said, "You misunderstood."

"It's not me who misunderstood, it's everyone who guessed that they misunderstood."

Wang Chen curled his lips, and sure enough, several classmates nearby smiled at him ambiguously, and seemed to have a hint of respect.

Zheng Fa was also a little helpless. For high school students, seeing male and female classmates talking together, sometimes it is easy to make a fuss. It is not true or not, but they just like it.

Not to mention Tang Lingwu.

"Forget it, I can't control what they think, but I really don't."

Compared with this group of classmates, Zheng Fa has more things in his mind, and he really doesn't have so many romantic factors.

"They don't care, but..." Wang Chen pointed to the door: "Old Chen seems to have misunderstood."

Zheng Fa looked up and saw Lao Chen standing at the front door with a stern face, staring at Zheng Fa's face like a searchlight.

...

In the next few days, Zheng Fa attended classes quietly, trying to appear to be focused.

On the one hand, he would get up an hour earlier every morning to practice Songhe Zhuang.

He didn't dare to go to the park, so he found a place behind the family building of Qingshui Middle School.

This place was located in the corner of the wall of Qingshui Middle School, and there were a few old trees outside to cover it. Zheng Fa was standing inside to practice, and it was not easy to see him if he was not deliberately observed.

In addition, Zheng Fa got up very early, and it was only six o'clock when he finished standing, and most people were still sleeping at this time.

So for several days in a row, no one noticed him practicing.

On Friday morning, Zheng Fa was still immersed in the heat flow in his body.

Since Coach Xu taught him Songhe Zhuang, he has been practicing in Xuanwei Realm and Modern for almost a week.

At the beginning, the heat flow in the body was looming and uncontrollable.

Later, he could feel the heat flow every time he breathed.

Today, the heat flow no longer disappears when practicing, but instead has a sense of continuity.

"Really got started!"

Coach Xu once told them that when the heat flow in the body circling around the waist, abdomen and hips like a line, it is the time to really get started with Songhe Posture.

This is how he felt at this moment!

After putting away the frame, Zheng Fa immediately felt the difference.

In addition to the hunger he felt every day when practicing, his waist and abdomen were warm, giving him an illusion that his hips and legs seemed to have a strong force that wanted to be released.

Zheng Fa looked around at the empty environment and bent down.

Use all his strength... jump!

"Shua!"

"Ouch!"

Zheng Fa felt that his thighs were like a spring, sending him directly to the sky!

The branches and leaves above his head crackled and hit his face.

His head even broke through the treetops that were more than three meters high!

When Zheng Fa fell to the ground in shock, he couldn't help but touch his chest and said:

"Fuck!"

No, this is not his voice.

Zheng Fa looked up and saw the curly-haired old man in the park staring at him blankly.