World Champion Pretending to Be a Passerby, Beaten by Me at the Age of Sixteen

"Su Zhe, I watched the two games you played yesterday with Zhang Yuan. They were really cool!"

"I can't believe how you practiced ping pong, you are so good!!!"

"I also want to learn the horizontal grip. Can you teach me if you have time?"

"Stu Zhe, I didn't expect you to hide deeply and not show up. You can play table tennis so well."

"Zhang Yuan is a world champion! You shaved his head alive, you are too fierce!!"

"Last night there was a sensation on the Internet. There are several hot list news. Zhe, don't forget the rich and the rich..."

The students around were talking nonstop.

Su Zhe listened for a while before realizing what had happened.

A smile was squeezed out of his face, and he said something polite to everyone.

Finally, he squeezed into the classroom.

As a result, as soon as I sat down, I was surrounded by classmates again.

The second and third high school class is the best science class in the school.

Most of the students in the class are academic bullies who don't hear things outside the window.

But even they were shocked by Su Zhe's bewilderment of world champion Zhang Yuan yesterday.

Without paying attention to the questions one by one, they ran to Su Zhe's seat.

In fact, in the class, Su Zhe's original popularity is very good.

He is handsome, has a gentle personality, and ranks among the best in learning.

Not to mention the classmates, but the head teacher, who has always been known for being stern and cold, will have a few more crow's feet with a smile on his face when he sees him.

"Brother Zhe, with your strength, didn't you want to be a professional table tennis player in the past? Like Zhang Yuan, winning more than a dozen world championships, that's awesome!!"

Su Zhe’s tablemate is a strong boy and a sports committee member in the class.

His favorite is playing basketball. He has said more than once how good he would be to play professionally if he could grow more than 20 centimeters taller.

At this moment, it is him who speaks.

The expression on his face was full of envy.

"Always let me in!"

A somewhat shrill voice sounded.

Su Ming looked up and saw the plain-looking female squad leader approaching.

He also held a large cardboard box in his hand.

With a snap.

She put the cardboard box on Su Zhe's desk.

He curled his lips and said, "These are all sent by those outside, and I will take them for you."

"Why do you accept these? Don't you know that Brother Zhe never accepts gifts?!" The sports committee member sitting next to him couldn't help but say.

"If you don't accept gifts, those guys will be stuck outside, and they won't be able to drive away!!" The female squad leader said irritably.

"Brother Zhuang," Su Ming said suddenly.

He glanced at the cardboard box, which was basically filled with chocolates and potato chips.

"Huh?" The sports committee member at the same table turned his head.

"These foods, you will help me distribute them to everyone later."

The sports committee member who was called the strong brother was taken aback.

Then I found out that Su Zhe was loading all the books and textbooks on the desk.

With doubts in his eyes, he couldn't help but ask: "Su Zhe, what are you doing packing your schoolbags? Where are you going?"

"Well, I need to take a few days off if I have something to go to Beijing."

Su Zhe smiled.

The classmates still don't know that he was invited by the national team.

He is not going to say.

This kind of thing is nothing to show off.

He was a man of two generations, and he was far past the age of pretending to be forced on campus.

Su Zhe carried a bag on one shoulder and quickly left the classroom.

There were still some students following behind, wanting to come forward and strike up a conversation.

Within a few minutes, the class bell rang.

Everyone blasted the birds and beasts, and ran back to their classrooms.

In the corridor, there is only Su Zhe alone.

Walked towards the top floor alone.

Principal room.

Su Zhe walked into this bright and spacious office and saw the woman writing at the desk with her head down.

Although she is nearly forty years old, she is indeed too young as the principal of a key middle school in Cangzhou.

From a distance, you can feel the sharp and capable aura on her body.

Hear footsteps.

Principal Zhong couldn't help but raised his head.

A trace of doubt flashed across his face, I don't know what happened to this student.

"Hello, principal, this is Su Zhe."

"Su Zhe? Grade two and three in high school?" Principal Zhong was startled slightly, and a smile appeared on his face soon.

She still heard about some top students in school.

The former class teacher of the second and third class of high school praised this student in front of her more than once, saying that he has the potential to sprint to Qingbei.

"You are here, what's the matter?" Principal Zhong asked.

"I may have to take a personal leave for a period of time -" Su Zhe was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"A period of time? Three days? Five days?"

"Well... it may be a week, or it may be a month."

"Stu Zhe classmate!" Principal Zhong put down the pen in his hand, his expression became a little serious, "I have seen your academic performance. It is very good. I have never fallen out of the top ten of the grade. If you want to take personal leave, I don’t ask. The reason, but you have to know that you are now a sophomore in high school and will take the college entrance examination next year... At the moment, the most important thing is to study. Do you know what I mean?"

"Uh……"

Seeing the reaction of Principal Zhong, Su Zhe understood that she probably didn't know what happened yesterday.

"If I said, I'm going to the national team to participate in the training camp, do you believe it?" Su Zhe suddenly said.

"??" Principal Zhong.

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