[Urban] Campus Maple Leaves Red (Complete) - 21

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[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 8: The Water's Muddy, You Can Avoid Touching It (8)

The equal shares were left by Old Li's grandfather. They were internal shares issued when the aluminum plant underwent shareholding reform. At that time, the employees of the aluminum plant had a low level of understanding of stocks, so Old Li's grandfather acquired many internal shares issued to the aluminum plant employees at a relatively high price through various channels. Old Li himself was also an employee of the aluminum plant at that time, and he also acquired some such shares (but Old Li was not as shrewd as his grandfather, and the acquisition price he offered was much higher than that of his grandfather). Finally, when the aluminum plant was restructured into a listed company, after the shares were recertified and distributed, the shares held by Old Li and his grandfather were assessed as 11% of the original shares of the aluminum group. In other words, Old Li now holds 11% of the shares of the aluminum group. The aluminum group is not doing very well now, but its 11% shares, when converted, are definitely more than all its investments in the No. 33 Middle School. If Lao Li's share swap plan succeeds, it means he's using his shares to acquire the entire infrastructure of No. 33 Middle School from the Aluminum Group (because the land use rights can't be obtained from the Aluminum Group). The Aluminum Group is facing difficulties, but such a large state-owned enterprise will eventually recover. What about No. 33 Middle School? Its current situation doesn't seem much better than the Aluminum Group's. So, Lao Li's deal is a complete disaster!

However, Qingyu wasn't thinking about that right now. She suddenly sat up from Lao Li's lap, almost pointing her finger at him and scolding him: What were you thinking! Why didn't you pay attention to the changes in the Aluminum Group's stock?! Holding so many shares, why didn't you apply to become a director on the board?! You…

The naked little woman, her eyes gleaming in the soft light as she moved with excitement, barely made out what she was saying. Old Li pounced on her like a hungry tiger, pinning her down on the bed with another gasp. After another

round of valiant struggle, the little woman, pinned down by Old Li, bit his thick earlobe with her small mouth, then clung tightly to his neck, spreading her legs as wide as possible.

Indeed, since she was going to have Old Li's big thing penetrate her little hole again anyway, it was better to relax by spreading her legs first, rather than painfully having it enter her while her legs were tightly closed!

A fiery passion entered, and accompanied by this passion, he descended into madness. The madness made him forget his repression, his constraints, and everything else…

His daughter was still sleeping sweetly. Old Li kissed her cheek again and quietly lay down beside her.

As soon as he lay down, his sleeping daughter seemed to sense her father's return. She snuggled closer to his arm, uttered a few muffled sounds, and then nestled back into sleep.

At first, he thought he had woken her, but seeing her still asleep, Old Li's heart trembled gently. He reached out and gently stroked her soft hair.

His son had lost his mother, and his daughter was as if she had no mother either. So, over the years, these two children were the softest spot in Old Li's heart. Giving them his utmost care was all Old Li could do for his two children, but no matter how hard he tried as a father, his love could never replace their yearning for a mother's love.

Unable to give his children a complete family, and unable to let them enjoy the same complete love from both parents as other children, Old Li always felt he owed them a great deal. However, whether it was showering them with care or trying to make up for what he lacked, Old Li gave his two children his deepest paternal love, but he never let that love turn into spoiling them.

Because of this, his son's growth was once a source of pride for his father, but his son's final choice left him heartbroken and filled with helplessness. Yes, sons grow up and are no longer under their father's control; a father can't stay with his children forever. And what about his daughter now? Thinking of his daughter, and comparing her to his son, a sudden emptiness welled up inside Old Li, frightening him. He was truly afraid that one day his daughter would leave him silently, just like his son, leaving him nowhere to find her again.

Thinking this, Old Li's hand, which was stroking his daughter's hair, trembled slightly. He involuntarily pulled his arm away from her embrace and held her tightly in his arms.

The daughter stirred slightly in her father's arms, finding a more comfortable spot on his shoulder, and then drifted off into a sweet slumber.

Except for Qingyu and Damei, everyone living in Old Li's family home had gathered at the table for breakfast. A large group made for a pleasant meal, but preparing breakfast for so many people was no easy task. Fei'er was currently on leave, allowing her to handle many household chores, but what would happen when she returned to work? With this concern in mind, Old Li quietly discussed with Fei'er over breakfast the possibility of hiring one or more housekeepers or caregivers to ease the burden of household chores when everyone was busy.

Old Li's idea was likely correct, but Fei'er gave her father-in-law a disdainful look and then announced his suggestion to everyone. As a result, all the women eating breakfast at the table (of all ages) began to wonder if Old Li didn't want them to stay at home. "Why don't we women all live at home? Can't we even keep the house tidy? You, a man, should just go to work. Why are you worrying about these things?"

While they were looking down on Old Li, all the women had roughly agreed on a household chores schedule. Then, they all turned around and launched into another tirade against Old Li.

He had prepared breakfast for everyone, thinking that the women wouldn't have to do these things while he was away. But who knew that in the end, the well-meaning Old Li would realize that no matter how he looked in the mirror, he looked exactly like Zhu Bajie, the second disciple of Tang Sanzang.

His good intentions didn't yield good results. Not only did Old Li look like Zhu Bajie, but his belly space was definitely on par with Zhu Bajie's as well. So, facing the women's chorus of criticism, Old Li chuckled and swallowed the criticism like a mouthful of stinky tofu for breakfast.

Old Li, engrossed in his breakfast, was unaware that his behavior at the breakfast table had greatly attracted the attention of two women. The reason for their attention wasn't anything else, but rather that they both shared the same thought: this guy seemed to have a pretty good temper, but they wondered how to get this lump of clay to get even a little bit angry!

Indeed, what earth-shattering things could a very good-tempered person do when their temper flared? But then again, if this good-tempered guy did something truly extraordinary, what would the person who provoked that temper think about it?

Arriving at school, Old Li, as usual, first went to his own class, and before leaving, he stopped by the corner where Yueyue and Baixue sat, giving the two girls another 'focus' warning before moving on to the senior class.

Tomorrow was the senior class's college entrance exam. Seeing the classroom emptied in preparation for the exam, Old Li was momentarily lost in thought. For decades now, after the students sitting here finished their last exam, many of their future paths have changed in various ways. But who can say for sure which of these changes will be the choice without regret?

What you gain here, you lose there. No one can live a perfect life. Relatively speaking, if you don't waver because of the choices between gains and losses, you should be able to get by. But many people hope to realize their own obsessions, yet obsessions often slip through their fingers. So let's try to look at obsessions from a different perspective! Thinking this, Old Li heard someone calling him from behind. He shook his head with a laugh at his inexplicable feelings and turned around to look.

It was Dong Na and Tian Rong. They said that people from the Education Bureau would be coming to inspect the exam venues soon and also to post exam numbers in each room. However, the people Tian Rong asked Lao Li to greet weren't them. Lao Li was going to greet the players and coaching staff of the Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team, who were playing their second friendly match against their school's women

's basketball team. Once you've met before, you become familiar with each other. When Lao Li met the Tiancheng team again, the men were already making light of things, and the women were smiling and chatting, no longer feeling awkward. They arrived at the venue where they had played the game the day before.

Coach Mi was still leading the Tiancheng players to change into their uniforms, while the Tiancheng coach was still pestering Lao Li, asking him about Ya Rou and Zhang Nan's details.

Remarking on the coach's persistence, Lao Li simply told her to let her meet the school's women's team members herself later; wouldn't that make things clearer?

Thanks to Lao Li's understanding, the female coach of Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team turned her eager eyes towards the direction where the No. 33 Middle School Women's Team members had come out.

The school's women's team members arrived on the court first. Lao Li greeted the team leader of Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team and then walked over to his team members who were starting their warm-up practice.

Yuan Yuan sat on the players' rest bench by the court, and Lao Li went directly to her side to check on the recovery of her foot injury. After removing the bandages and splints from Yuan Yuan's foot, it was clear that her ankle, which had completely subsided in swelling, was now completely unrecognizable as having been injured before, were it not for the traces of dark brown medicine applied.

Opening the first-aid kit that Coach Mi had brought, he first used saline to clean the brown medicine off Yuan Yuan's ankle, revealing that her ankle, which was pale compared to the rest of her leg after the swelling subsided, was now fully visible.

Holding the injured ankle with both hands, Lao Li carefully examined it while constantly asking Yuan Yuan about her reaction during the examination. When the man she loved, with his focused and tender care, left a deep impression on Yuanyuan's heart, a surge of tenderness quietly welled up within her. She wanted him to cherish her like this for the rest of his life, she wanted to hold him without hesitation, to touch every part of his body! But Yuanyuan forcefully suppressed all these burgeoning feelings within her heart. She softly answered each of Lao Li's questions, allowing herself to savor the man's tender care.

The ankle examination was basically complete. After reapplying the medicine to the injured area, Lao Li simply used a bandage to immobilize Yuanyuan's ankle. After giving Yuanyuan some instructions, the players from both teams on the field finished their warm-up exercises and began preparing for the next match. However, Yuanyuan stopped Lao Li, who was about to stand up, saying that she wasn't feeling well and needed to go back to the dormitory.

Before Lao Li could respond to Yuan Yuan's suggestion, Fang Hua, who happened to be passing by, immediately offered to help Yuan Yuan up while asking Lao Li for assistance.

Lao Li knew exactly what the girls were thinking, and he hadn't had much time to spend with them these past few days because of family matters. However, the current situation didn't allow him the time or place to be with them. So, Lao Li helped Fang Hua to put Yuan Yuan in her wheelchair and whispered his plans in Yuan Yuan's ear.

He wanted all the team players to come to his house that evening. Training needed to be balanced, and after such intense training and matches, relaxing at home in a family atmosphere was beneficial. Furthermore, Lao Li hoped the girls would prepare their rooms at home so it would be more convenient for them when staying at his house.

Overwhelmed with surprise, Yuanyuan almost cried out. However, Huimin, who wasn't scheduled to go on stage, was right beside the wheelchair. When she saw Yuanyuan's mouth wide open, she quickly grabbed one of Yuanyuan's socks, which was resting beside the wheelchair, and stuffed it into Yuanyuan's open mouth. (Hehe, Yuanyuan had taken off her sock because she felt uncomfortable wearing it on her other, uninjured foot, and had placed it on the armrest of the wheelchair. Now Huimin was using it as a handkerchief.) Fortunately, the sock had been washed clean the night before, and Yuanyuan had only worn it for less than ten minutes and hadn't done much exercise. So, while it was a little difficult for Yuanyuan to accept having her mouth stuffed with her own sock, she didn't find it too unpleasant to smell or taste. In fact, she could even smell the faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

If it were anyone else who upset her, Yuanyuan would have been relentless even in her wheelchair. But when she opened her eyes wide and saw it was Huimin, she instantly lost her temper and could only turn to Lao Li for help, hoping he would stand up for her and get revenge.

Huimin and Yuanyuan were natural enemies, but somehow Huimin had Yuanyuan completely under her thumb from the start. Previously, Tian Tian would occasionally help Yuanyuan when she was "offending" people, but now Lao Li was the one who smoothed things over for her more often. And so, from an angle no one could see, Lao Li slapped Huimin on the buttocks, making a loud thud, thus venting Yuanyuan's pent-up frustration.

On the court, the No. 33 Middle School girls' team continued to refine their formation and practice tactics, further adapting to their opponent's aggressive and physical style of play. Meanwhile, the Tiancheng girls' basketball team focused on assessing individual player abilities, so individual attacks were more important than coordinated plays, and individual skill was emphasized over team offense. The first half ended quickly. Although their playing style was somewhat monotonous, Tiancheng Girls' Basketball Team began to gain the upper hand again. Indeed, due to the difference in training methods and direction, the players, trained almost like professionals, showed a significant advantage in ability compared to amateur teams.

This gap couldn't be closed in a day or two, or even just a few games. However, considering the current development of middle school girls' basketball, if every opponent that No. 33 Middle School faces in the future has one or two players like these, then No. 33 Middle School's girls' basketball team will have a fighting chance. Therefore, Coach Li and the coaching staff had one goal: to teach the players to have help defense and teamwork on offense when facing such opponents.

Tiancheng Girls' Basketball Team maintained their advantage in the second half, but this advantage didn't extend to the end of the game. This might not mean much to No. 33 Middle School, but for Tiancheng Girls' Basketball Team, it was a matter of great concern. Everyone knows the difference between professional and amateur training, and in just one day, an amateur team was able to compete with a professional team. The coaching staff of Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team also began to take the next two games seriously.

This is understandable; even if Tiancheng wanted to assess reserve players, they would never have thought of coming to No. 33 Middle School to assess them while playing. It was the city that specifically sought support from Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team to help No. 33 Middle School better prepare for the provincial middle school basketball tournament. Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team had just gathered its trial players when this task came up. So, with the idea that even if they weren't direct opponents, they could still get some experience, Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team generously brought all their trial players and even sent an assistant manager to accompany them during the first game.

To be honest, after these two games, it's still unknown which trial players Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team has successfully assessed. However, their third-tier player coach has developed a strong interest in Ya Rou and Zhang Nan from No. 33 Middle School's girls' team. Sure enough, as soon as the game ended, she dragged Lao Li along to find these two players.

"I won't participate in professional competitions!" Ya Rou refused very decisively when facing the third-tier coach of Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team. "

If my dad said that I wanted to develop in basketball after graduating from high school, I would consider joining a professional team." Zhang Nan wasn't as direct as Ya Rou, but this answer was also equivalent to rejecting the invitation from the Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team coach.

I've never been rejected like this before! Especially by a student from a school that's struggling! You know, getting into the Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team means you could become a star in the national professional women's basketball world, and maybe even represent your country on the world stage! When such an opportunity is given to many, few would pass it up, right? But in less than ten minutes, two people simultaneously gave up the chance. The Tiancheng Women's Basketball Team's female coach never expected this outcome!

Disappointed and confused (perhaps with a hint of ungratefulness), the coach looked at the school principal standing beside her.

Ya Rou could come to No. 33 Middle School to regain face after a loss, and she could desperately increase her physical training to shatter her dignity, but a girl like her was destined not to belong on the real court. Basketball was just a hobby for her, an embellishment in her life. After this period, she would return to her original life.

But Zhang Nan was different. She said she wanted her father to make the decision for her, but the father she was referring to was herself. In other words, she was asking for his opinion—his opinion on the choices she was making for her life! This seemingly simple opinion weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't afford to shy away from it. He had to face whatever obstacles lay ahead.

A person can give up many things, but some things cannot be betrayed, even if it means paying the heaviest price in the future. He couldn't betray this expectation.

Smiling at Zhang Nan was a promise to her, and also a smile to the female coach of Tiancheng. Old Li was telling her that he couldn't interfere with the girl's decision.

Why didn't Old Li give his opinion on the decision she made first? So, before Old Li could even give his opinion, Ya Rou directly said to him, "Teacher Li, I strained my lower back on the court just now. Could you treat it for me?"

This strong-willed girl had been exhausted in the first few days, and even when he offered to massage her, she still seemed ungrateful. This was arguably the first time Ya Rou had so openly expressed her thoughts. Old Li, who was tasked with treating Ya Rou, understood that he hadn't properly considered the order of her statements, leaving Ya Rou with some doubts.

Upon first touching Ya Rou's body, Old Li's initial impression was that she was quite plump. Even after a period of intense training, Ya Rou remained plump, but now her soft plumpness had gained a certain bouncy elasticity.

The massage began with Ya Rou's shoulders and back. Even when he reached the lower back muscles that Ya Rou mentioned seemed to be stretched, Old Li didn't apply any special techniques. After finishing the massage of the waist and hip area, just as Lao Li was about to start over, Ya Rou, who had been lying on the mat without making a sound, tilted her head slightly and said, "Teacher Li, I want to relax my whole body."

The plump Ya Rou had never asked Lao Li to massage her before, and even when Lao Li did massage her, it was only limited to her waist and back. Now, with Ya Rou making another request, Lao Li, who was still obeying orders, couldn't help but look at Ya Rou's big buttocks, which were sticking up even when she was lying on the mat.

[Volume 1: First Encounter with Maple Leaves] Chapter 8: The Water is Muddy, It's Okay Not to Touch It (9)

"Ya Rou, your buttocks are what you call a woman's buttocks!"

Before Lao Li's eyes could leave Ya Rou's big buttocks, Yu Lian, who had just sat down on the other side of Ya Rou, praised her and slapped Ya Rou's buttocks.

"You damned lotus! Get out of here! I'm not feeling well today, I'm not in the mood to deal with you, you shameless brat!"

Ever since Yu Lian and Ya Rou became sworn sisters after Yuan Yuan was injured, Yu Lian's harassment of Ya Rou like today has happened almost every day. If Ya Rou weren't lying on the mat, the two sisters would probably be fighting again. But Ya Rou wasn't in the mood today, so she just threatened Yu Lian, this crazy girl, and didn't move an inch while lying on the mat.

"Hey! Our 'Elephant' (Ya Rou, who is tall and strong, and is often affectionately called 'older sister' by her) has her days when she's not feeling well! Hehe... Dad, quickly give our 'Elephant' sister a good massage, we can't let our precious 'Elephant' collapse like this!" Ya Rou had only experienced this state a few days during the initial period of intensive physical training, but she hadn't had any similar issues since adapting. Although Yu Lian was a bit crazy, she still cared a lot about each of her teammates. Seeing that Ya Rou seemed a little listless, she was surprised, but after giving Old Li some instructions, she also took the opportunity to lie down next to Ya Rou on the mat, touching Ya Rou's forehead and cheeks to give her a preliminary check-up.

Her forehead wasn't too hot, and her slightly flushed cheeks were a normal reaction after exercise, so Ya Rou must be feeling unwell for some other reason. With this initial assessment, Yu Lian whispered in Ya Rou's ear to ask...

"Hehe... Sister, is your period here?"

"No, it just started a few days ago..."

"Then have you been training too much these past few days?"

"No, we've all been..."

"Is it because you haven't been eating well, or haven't you been resting enough?"

"No, I've been with everyone these past few days..."

"Hehe... Sister, are you... feeling... in your heart?"

"Get lost! You're the one feeling... in your heart! I'm the one..."

"Hehe... I'm telling you, sister, if you have someone on your heart, then you have someone! Come on, tell me, who is it? If it's because of him that our 'flesh' is like this, we'll go and get revenge for you!"

"Go away! Only a crazy girl like you would be so infatuated! The one who can make my heart flutter hasn't..."

One voice was slightly louder, and the pitch was steady enough for Old Li to hear clearly. The other voice was not loud to begin with, especially at crucial moments, it would whisper in the other's ear, so Old Li could never hear what was said at the end. Even though he couldn't hear or hear, Old Li didn't delay his massage and relaxation for Ya Rou. He'd already finished relaxing Ya Rou's calves and upper body muscles. Perhaps he was a little distracted by the two girls' banter, because Old Li's large hands, as if he were used to massaging Yu Lian and the others, moved to Ya Rou's upper body.

The high-intensity training had burned off a lot of excess fat in Ya Rou's body. But this girl, naturally blessed with a great figure, even with less fat, still possessed a remarkable softness and elasticity that was truly admirable, both in appearance and in touch.

And the part of this soft yet elastic body that best represented these characteristics was the area Old Li was currently massaging.

Her fleshy, youthful buttocks trembled when pressed, and shook when massaged, making the flesh of the girl's entire back seem to dance along with the trembling. However, the girl's trembling body didn't evoke the uncomfortable feeling that obesity usually brings. On the contrary, her trembling, seemingly naturally danceable body made the description of these two words incredibly easy.

Yes, a youthful girl who is full-figured but not fat, yet not ostentatious, truly makes one marvel at the Creator's favor.

"Dad, I don't feel well either, can you massage me like this too?"

Old Li clenched his fist and tapped Ya Rou's back muscles with a light, rhythmic sound like galloping hooves. Yu Lian, who had been whispering with Ya Rou on the mat, turned her head slightly and spoke to Old Li in a somewhat lazy voice.

When the other three girls first joined the school's girls' team, Yu Lian and the others only called Old Li "Dad" when they were alone with him. Now that the girls in the team had gotten along well, Yu Lian and the others no longer hesitated to call Old Li "Dad" in front of Ya Rou and the other three girls.

In terms of age, Old Li could easily be the father of any of the girls in the school's girls' team. However, what intrigued and puzzled Ya Rou was why her former teammates all called Old Li "Dad." Could there be a little-known story behind this address? So, having wanted to know this story for several days, Ya Rou whispered in Yu Lian's ear, who was now having Old Li massage her, that she wanted to know the story.

Yu Lian wore an air of mystery and smugness, yet she refused to reveal the origins or development of the story. The more enigmatic Yu Lian seemed, the more Ya Rou wanted to know the mystery, making her increasingly eager to know what Yu Lian meant. Ya Rou, who had never been one to beg, began to plead with Yu Lian in a soft, gentle voice. Was she hoarding

a rare commodity? Waiting for a higher price? Or was she going to keep the secret until Old Master Guan was revealed? Yu Lian rarely saw Ya Rou like this; she even swayed her head with self-satisfaction.

"Tch—tell me if you want, who do you think wants to know!"

Ya Rou huffed at Yu Lian, then rolled onto her back on the mat, ignoring Yu Lian who was still swaying her head.

Sometimes people are like that. For example, there's a saying that a donkey has a stubborn nature: it won't move if you lead it, but once you're on its back, it'll run fast! Yu Lian wasn't sure if her temperament was similar to Xiao Mao's, but now that Ya Rou was annoyed and ignoring her, she was practically begging Ya Rou to tell her the secret she was about to reveal.

So, one pleaded, the other acted coy, and even as Old Li's massage of Yu Lian was nearing its end, the story still hadn't gotten to the point.

Seeing that Old Li was about to stop and leave, Ya Rou, unwilling to give up her thirst for the story, finally relented to Yu Lian's request and let her tell her what was so special about it.

"You really want to know?"

Seeing that her pleading had worked, Yu Lian whispered in Ya Rou's ear, seeking confirmation.

"Yes!"

Ya Rou nodded eagerly, wanting to know the inside story.

"Well..."

Yu Lian, lying on the mat, saw Ya Rou's eagerness. With the smug satisfaction of a fish finally taking the bait, Yu Lian glanced at Ya Rou's expectant face with a feigned hesitation, as if she wanted to say something but it would be earth-shattering. Waiting for Ya Rou's anticipation to grow even stronger, Yu Lian said, "Well, there are conditions to what I said."

Girls usually like to add conditions when they're trying to create anticipation. And among girls, these conditions are usually limited to a snack, or at most, something they really want. Following this pattern, Ya Rou didn't mince words and said, "Okay, Lianzi, just tell me. I'll agree to whatever you ask."

"You really agree to anything?"

Yu Lian seemed unsure of Ya Rou's verbal promise and cautiously sought confirmation.

"Oh, when have I ever gone back on my word! As long as you say it, I promise I'll do whatever you say!"

Decisiveness was a hallmark of Ya Rou's character, and she was even more unambiguous now.

"Seeing how determined you are to know, I'll tell you then, but we have a deal. You have to agree to my conditions first, then I'll tell you."

Yu Lian, her face serious, brought up the pre-payment, post-delivery agreement.

"Okay, I promise I'll agree to what you say."

Ya Rou not only agreed, but she also leaned forward, pressing herself close to Yu Lian.

"Hehe..."

Yu Lian, seemingly pleased with her plan, whispered a laugh in Ya Rou's ear.

You pervert! Ya Rou's expression suddenly changed at the sound of Yu Lian's whisper. She shoved the somewhat bewildered Yu Lian away, threw down a sentence, and got up and left. Meanwhile, Old Li, who had been massaging the two girls while watching them play, slapped Yu Lian's bottom, laughed, and stood up and left.

To be honest, Yu Lian's request wasn't particularly difficult. She was simply drooling over Ya Rou's ample breasts, which were even more impressive than Zhang Nan's. She just wanted to touch them, but not only did her request not go as planned, Ya Rou stormed off in anger, and even Old Li gave her a light punishment before leaving. Getting up from the mat, Yu Lian was puzzled and frustrated. She couldn't understand why Ya Rou was so angry when Ya Rou's breasts were indeed quite impressive, and she had only wanted to measure their size.

Actually, it wasn't that Yu Lian didn't understand. A light, teasing joke between girls wouldn't normally make Ya Rou truly angry. However, Ya Rou had sometimes had unpleasant experiences because of these breasts, which were sometimes an eyesore. Yu Lian's request touched on this sensitive topic, hence Ya Rou's reaction.

To be honest, Ya Rou has something on her mind, so it's understandable that she's upset. But as her father, Lao Li, why are you blaming Yu Lian? Do you even know about Ya Rou's unhappiness?

"Teacher Li, I pulled a muscle in my calf on the court just now, and it hurts a bit. Could you take a look?"

Smiling, Lao Li left Yu Lian, and someone called him from his right. He stopped and saw it was the little black girl from the Third Middle School calling him. With a smile that hadn't faded, Lao Li walked over to the little black girl, who was sitting on another mat, hugging her right leg.

Previously, Yu Lian was the tireless runner on the team, but since the little black girl arrived and underwent intensive physical training, she seemed poised to replace Yu Lian as the team's other tireless runner. Unlike Yu Lian, this little black girl's outstanding quality was her agile ball control skills, which amazed Lao Li. And the biggest difference between them was her quiet, almost silent personality.

She always wore the clean sportswear she arrived in, but the newly issued competition uniforms (two sets per person, purchased by the Municipal Education Bureau for the provincial competition for the girls' team of No. 33 Middle School) were never worn. Even the training uniforms issued at the same time were never seen worn by the young girl.

She almost never ate snacks, and always kept her plates and bowls spotless at mealtimes, never wasting a single grain of food. Despite coming from a rural family on the outskirts of the city, she was one of the ten students in the entire No. 3 Middle School to receive a top-tier scholarship, and

she was also the one that No. 3 Middle School and several other teachers had the least trouble tutoring when it came to the girls' team. Among the entire team, Tian Tian and Ya Rou were usually seen walking beside her, but most of the time, she was seen sitting quietly alone under the maple trees on campus.

Her somewhat lonely figure touched people's hearts, and it was with this feeling that No. 3 Middle School always greeted this girl, whose dark skin shone with the purity of a lotus flower, with a smile.

Every time she saw Old Li, the little black girl would smile slightly, but as time went by, a hint of shyness would inadvertently appear on her smiling face.

Today was the first time the little black girl had proactively requested to come to the girls' team since joining the 33rd Middle School, so Old Li instinctively knew that the leg she was clutching must be in considerable pain to have spoken up. This intuition, while making him smile, also brought a hidden worry to his heart. A

thorough examination lasting over ten minutes brought all the team members to the little black girl's side. Their concerned eyes, until Old Li confirmed that her right leg was alright, finally revealed an uncontrollable joy in each pair of eyes.

Yes, the subtle, almost lonely figure of the little black girl often seen under the maple tree evoked a feeling that touched people's hearts, a feeling that Old Li couldn't alone perceive.

Hearts need to be touched, but once touched, we must not let that touch be quickly forgotten.

After treating Hei Yatou's right leg and giving her a full-body relaxation session, Old Li smiled genuinely when Yu Lian, usually a bit oblivious, rushed forward to help Hei Yatou try walking.

The food at the No. 33 Middle School cafeteria wasn't the best, but its home-style dishes made it a favorite among the school's faculty and students. So when Old Li arrived a little late, there wasn't a single empty seat.

Students offered him their seats, and others gestured for him to come over. Old Li thanked the students who offered him seats and walked towards the table that had invited him.

This was a table often occupied by the school's younger teachers, but today Tie Yi and Tian Rong were also sitting there. Seeing Old Li approach, the group squeezed together to make room for him, and Old Li sat next to Tian Rong.

Sitting at a table with the two leaders of the school, the young teachers not only didn't show any restraint, but on the contrary, they really enjoyed sitting with them. This was because Old Li was like a kind and humorous elder in a family, and Tian Rong was increasingly becoming like a caring and cheerful older sister. So, while the young teachers respected them greatly, they were also willing to interact with them more.

From Old Li's perspective, he believed that a teacher and a principal were only different in their work, but essentially the same. He also viewed those around him with the same perspective, which earned him good interpersonal relationships both in life and at work.

Tian Rong, on the other hand, came from the high-pressure environment of the Third Municipal High School, which initially made her somewhat unaccustomed to the more relaxed interpersonal relationships at the Thirty-Three Middle School. However, as she adjusted her mindset and integrated herself more into the environment, she genuinely loved working there. Sometimes, she even wanted to stay at the school and forget about the colorful world outside.

Life doesn't forget anyone, so all sorts of things always unexpectedly come your way, regardless of your state of mind. Maintaining a certain composure amidst life's ups and downs might be difficult for ordinary people, but losing that composure would probably make life even more tiring. So now, whenever her mood fluctuates, Tian Rong always looks at Lao Li, hoping to find support in his unwavering calmness, allowing her to face everything around her with an open heart.

Watching Lao Li and his colleagues even use a piece of pork rib to create a story, Tian Rong smiled slightly and couldn't help but gently nudge Lao Li's leg under the table.

The story about the pork rib started with Dong Qin, who was sitting right next to Lao Li. However, when Lao Li, who was leading the discussion, included Dong Qin in the story alongside the pork rib, Dong Qin, smiling, didn't forget to retaliate by lightly bumping Lao Li's leg under the table.

Hehe... Interestingly, Tian Rong was also nudging Lao Li's leg. Sure enough, with a few bumps, their cars collided. The difference was that Dong Qin, like playful teasing with a friend while driving, used the rear of her car to flick the other car's front and sped away without looking back. But Tian Rong, if she had deliberately slowed down, clearly saw the person riding alongside her being playfully teased.

Was this teasing a spur-of-the-moment thing? Or was it something more meaningful? Before Tian Rong could figure it out, Lao Li's hand, which had been hanging under the table, rested on her knee.

One hand held chopsticks, shoveling rice into his mouth, while the other, following the rhythm of the shoveling, massaged and caressed Tian Rong's body. One was stealing a moment of leisure amidst the busyness, while the other, tense, fearful, and shy, lowered his head, not eating, and tightly clamped his legs together. Thus, the table was calm, but beneath the surface, a fierce struggle was raging.

In a crowded restaurant, who gave Comrade Li such audacity? To put it bluntly, it was nothing special, because Comrade Li was currently sitting in what was theoretically a blind spot in the restaurant. Anyone who has played shooting games like CS knows this: the person hiding in a theoretical blind spot is the most unsafe. Why? Because a blind spot means no room to move, especially when someone is staring intently and throwing a grenade. The person lurking in the blind spot will then realize, "So this is how I die!"

But who was it that noticed Comrade Li's movements in the blind spot? If this guy threw a grenade at him, would Old Li be blown away like in a classic game, his body riddled with shrapnel? Hmm! Look at this guy now, chewing gum and watching Old Li's antics from the blind spot with a smug look, as if the high-explosive grenade already in his hand is about to fly high into the air in a parabola.

"Hey! Aren't you leaving? Are you looking at some handsome guy that's making you unable to move?"

A reproachful voice sounded from behind the guy holding the grenade. The guy, preparing for a headshot, quickly blocked the blind spot, gave Old Li's back a sinister smile, and then slowly turned around to walk away with his companion.

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