[Urban] Campus Maple Leaves Red (Complete) - 35

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【Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves】 Chapter 2: Unintentional? Destined? (4)

The newly arrived vice principal and the vice principal who rarely came to work, as well as the researcher from the former teaching and research office of the Beicheng District Education Bureau who enjoyed the treatment of a section chief (she was also one of the six teachers who were added to the teaching staff of No. 33 Middle School by the Education Bureau this time), gathered in a small private room of a teahouse after attending the welcome luncheon held for them by No. 33 Middle School.

From the current point of view, even though No. 33 Middle School has made some progress in various aspects, it is still quite far from being a good middle school. However, whether it is the two newcomers or the ones who rarely came to work before, in the past half month, someone has talked to them several times.

The topics of all the talks were roughly the same, which was to emphasize how to assist the existing leadership team of No. 33 Middle School and strive to get No. 33 Middle School out of its predicament in a short period of time. The Education Bureau will also provide more support to No. 33 Middle School in several aspects such as funding.

If a school that has consistently maintained a high standard of education is now managed by new people, even if the new management keeps the school at the same level or makes only slight progress, then in the eyes of others, you are already a failure. To avoid being seen as a failure, you must build upon the foundation laid by your predecessors to achieve greater recognition (because even then, some will say that everything you've achieved is based on the foundation laid by your predecessors). Like No. 33 Middle School, which persevered through difficulties, perhaps it simply emerged completely from its predicament, but that is something to be commended in the eyes of others. After more than a year, No. 33 Middle School still faces various difficulties, but everyone knows that the school has seen hope in overcoming its difficulties.

Previously, the higher-ups at No. 33 Middle School, for various reasons, were unable to effectively manage the school. Now, with those constraints being eliminated one by one, the higher-ups have not only completely streamlined their management authority over No. 33 Middle School but are also increasing their support.

Entering the main management team of No. 33 Middle School now is an excellent opportunity. Firstly, the most difficult period for No. 33 Middle School has passed. Upon arrival, one only needs to proceed with their work systematically. Secondly, before coming to No. 33 Middle School, superiors promised favorable support. After settling in, as long as these support conditions are utilized effectively, it will be very easy to get the work started.

Successfully carrying out the work will increase one's influence within the school's management structure. Perhaps one day in the future, when No. 33 Middle School is performing exceptionally well, one can completely take over the school.

However, whether now or in the future, having a voice within the management of No. 33 Middle School requires more than just the aforementioned support; it also necessitates the strong support of other members of the management team.

The previous management of No. 33 Middle School were not very familiar with each other, but the three people now sitting together not only have frequent contact but also share relatively similar goals. Therefore, before adapting to a new environment, these three people with essentially the same objective must support each other to a certain extent.

Within the confines of their respective interests, the three reached a consensus in the small private room of the teahouse. Meanwhile, a similar gathering was taking place at No. 33 Middle School.

Old Xu, who would be retiring around this time next year, having spent half his life as a vice-principal, had much to say to Old Li today. Therefore, he was the one who organized this gathering. Having

endured the trials of winter's frost and snow, the peach trees were laden with unripe fruit, their buds still clinging to them. As everyone eagerly anticipated the future harvest, some uninvited guests also joined them under the peach trees, waiting for the harvest together.

Old Xu himself was fine; he had persevered through the school's most difficult times and could accept it. What troubled him was the challenges Old Li and Tian Rong would face in the future, so he wanted to remind them of certain things.

Old Xu picked up his wine glass and put it down again, looking at Old Li sitting next to him and saying, "Little Li, what do you think about what happened this morning?"

"I don't want to leave No. 33 Middle School, and no one can stop me."

Old Li, twirling his glass, spoke earnestly, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Are you really confident?"

Old Xu was surprised by Old Li's usually calm

demeanor and couldn't help but press him. This was understandable; Old Li's experiences over the years had been remarkably simple, and his seemingly uneventful life was definitely not associated with anyone with deep social connections. Because if someone had deep social connections, how many would still be struggling like Old Li in a dilapidated school like No. 33 Middle School? And even if someone was using such struggle as a facade, they could easily use their connections without actually struggling as miserably as Old Li!

"I'm confident,"

Old Li said, smiling at Old Xu, no longer twirling his glass, and gesturing for Old Xu to take a sip.

Having known each other for over a year, based on Lao Xu's understanding of Lao Li, he knew Lao Li wouldn't offer empty words of comfort. However, now that Lao Li had said what he meant, and knowing that even if he worried, he couldn't help much, Lao Xu felt a little heavy-hearted. At Lao Li's prompting, he picked up his glass.

Words can be spoken easily, but the truth will eventually come out. Lao Li knew that simply telling Lao Xu now wasn't enough; he needed to show Lao Xu through his actions to put Lao Xu's mind at ease. So, while Lao Li and Lao Xu continued drinking, they subtly steered the conversation elsewhere.

Lao Xu had gathered these people together for a get-together, and Tian Rong and Tie Yi understood his intention. However, even though they were more concerned about what had happened that morning than Lao Xu, they still wanted to discuss how to deal with it in a private setting with Lao Li. Now, Lao Xu had directly asked them the questions they wanted to ask, so they listened attentively without interrupting.

Old Li's answer surprised them a bit, but knowing him better than Old Xu, they immediately felt relieved. And as the saying goes, once worries are gone, emotions tend to rise. Sure enough, under the influence of their good mood, the two women repeatedly urged the two men to raise their glasses.

Old Xu sometimes enjoys a drink, but his alcohol tolerance is at best novice. With the women's constant urging and the fact that he still had something on his mind, he quickly felt he had drunk enough.

While his alcohol tolerance wasn't high, Old Xu's drinking prowess was quite remarkable: once he felt he had drunk enough, he would quietly go home.

After seeing Old Xu off, the two women, still wanting more, didn't want to go home so soon. Considering that Xie Xin's team's training wasn't too intense anymore, and that a little emotional adjustment before the game would be beneficial for performance (pre-game relaxation, it's unclear if this applies to the players), Tie Yi took out her phone and called Xie Xin.

The school's women's team is no longer in the closed training phase, but Coach Mi Fengying and team doctor Xiao Zhang haven't gone home to stay. Coach Mi Fengying is even sharing a dormitory with Xie Xin. Now that Tie Yi has extended an invitation, Xie Xin pulled her and team doctor Xiao Zhang along, and then told the female teacher on duty in the girls' dormitory (because the school's women's team is still on campus, there are still teachers on duty). The three of them got into Coach Mi's car and met up with Lao Li and the others at the school gate.

Red Shoes KTV seemed to be the destination chosen by the women without discussion. However, before coming here, Tie Yi had Lao Li park the car in front of Biyuan, and then, together with Xie Xin who got out of the car behind, they went to pick up the owner of Biyuan as well.

Just a few steps away from the red shoes, everyone got out of the car after Xie Xin and her two companions emerged. However, the women walked ahead, and Lao Li, intentionally or unintentionally, lagged behind. Their

different moods led to varying behaviors even in this lively setting. For example, Coach Mi and the team doctor sitting next to her, Xiao Zhang, remained quietly to one side of the crowd while everyone else was enjoying themselves.

Similarly, in this lively atmosphere, there was one person who was even quieter: Lao Li, who was intentionally or unintentionally ignored by the women. Thus, Lao Li, repeatedly ignored by the women, gradually became relegated to the edge of the group, and as he made way for other women, he unknowingly ended up sitting next to Coach Mi and the team doctor.

In the past, both Coach Mi and team doctor Zhang were the kind of people who could easily blend into the lively atmosphere. However, with the date of the provincial middle school basketball competition drawing ever closer, both of them, who were used to considering themselves as members of the No. 33 Middle School girls' team, felt a touch of reluctance at the impending separation.

Sitting next to the two women who didn't participate much in the festivities, Lao Li, thinking he should start a conversation, raised his glass and invited the two ladies to drink together.

Coach Mi's glass contained beer, while Xiao Zhang, who had never drunk alcohol, had a soft drink. The three of them, on the fringes of the lively crowd, didn't say much even while sharing a drink. But after the drink, both women put down their glasses, while Lao Li, whose glass, like Coach Mi's, contained beer, picked up his glass, seemingly studying something intently.

Old Li frowned slightly, looking at the glass in his hand and shaking his head. Coach Mi couldn't help but ask curiously, "Old Li, is there something wrong with this wine?"

"Hehe, this wine is not bad, it's just that the three of us drinking like this makes it a bit stuffy."

Looking at Coach Mi and Xiao Zhang, Old Li replied with a smile.

"What's wrong? Drinking with the two of us makes you feel stuffy? Then if you think someone doesn't make you feel stuffy, go find them to drink with!"

A smile played on Coach Mi's lips, but his words were anything but ambiguous.

Seemingly ignoring Coach Mi's ambiguous words, Old Li, still smiling, filled Coach Mi's and his own glasses with wine, and then raised his glass in a gesture of invitation.

He had an expression that said, "Who wants to drink with you?" and said the same thing, but Coach Mi's hand seemed oblivious to all this, and he picked up his glass and took a sip.

Xie Xin pulled Xiao Zhang to sing a duet with her, and at someone's suggestion, several women went into the small dance floor in the private room and started dancing to the music.

The only man glanced at the dance floor and stood up, extending an invitation with a slight smile to Coach Mi, who was sitting next to him. A fleeting look of surprise crossed Coach Mi's face, but he readily accepted Old Li's invitation.

Xie Xin and Xiao Zhang's singing wasn't the sweetest, but they were singing with great enthusiasm and a sense of joy. To the soothing rhythm of the music, Old Li and Coach Mi, the only male-female pair on the dance floor, were now dancing with a certain intensity.

The night was deep. Even the Li family compound, which had been bustling just moments before, was now shrouded in a hazy silence after the light in Fei'er's room was turned off.

Old Li's fingers were in Fei'er's mouth, sometimes sucking, sometimes biting with a slight force. Fei'er was doing this because Old Li, who had just returned, had been intimately entwined with Fei'er, who was waiting for him, before Fei'er pulled him by the hand into her room.

A passionate embrace ensued. As Old Li's fiery touch lingered on the petals of Fei'er's secluded valley, Fei'er, overcome with emotion, quickly took one of Old Li's hands and sucked on his fingers.

Indeed, Fei'er's mother's bedroom was just next door to hers. Taking advantage of her mother's sleep, Fei'er wanted to create some time alone with Old Li, not wanting her moans, which could be considered noise at night, to wake her sleeping mother next door. Sucking on Old Li's fingers allowed her to muffle her cries…

Xinrui Real Estate Development Company is a subsidiary (or perhaps affiliated) of COFCO Group. Its main business focuses on major cities within Qingjiang Province, and its company size is definitely among the top three in Qingjiang Province. What sets this company apart from other similar real estate companies is that its headquarters isn't located in the provincial capital, Jiangzhong City, but in another city bordering Jiangzhong City within the same province. Furthermore, unlike other companies, this company, which operates in almost every other major city in the province, rarely conducts business in the provincial capital, Jiangzhong City.

Sitting opposite Lao Li is Sun Shouhai, the deputy manager of Xinrui Company's business department, who is now speaking eloquently about matters related to the vocational school land development.

The printed documents on the sheets of paper beside him contain information that Lao Li, Qingyu, and Damei had all discussed. Qingyu and Damei were not only the ones who facilitated Xinrui Company's visit to the 33rd Middle School to discuss the vocational school land development; they are also the investors behind this development.

To be honest, Xinrui Company sending a representative to the 33rd Middle School for this business meeting was just a formality to divert attention, but Lao Li, sitting opposite Deputy Manager Sun Shouhai, didn't detect any hint of this from his eloquent speech.

Xinrui Company is not wrong, nor is Deputy Manager Sun Shouhai. Is the mistake that Qingyu and Damei didn't explain things clearly, or is it that Deputy Manager Sun's mother never imagined he would become so talkative? Watching Deputy Manager Sun, who had been talking non-stop for over two hours, Tian Rong, who knew everything about this development, cast increasingly questioning glances at him, while simultaneously glancing at Old Li sitting beside her with even greater suspicion. Deputy Manager

Sun's meticulous explanation initially raised Old Li's same questions as Secretary Tian's. However, as Old Li patiently listened to Deputy Manager Sun's explanation, only one question remained in his mind: For whom was Deputy Manager Sun emphasizing and clarifying every detail?

Yes, Deputy Manager Sun was merely playing a minor role for Qingyu and Damei. Even though the script already included a few lines for him, his performance was far too convincing.

Was he acting? For Qingyu? For Damei? Still…

Old Li hadn't figured it out when the impatient Secretary Tian, having already squeezed the empty mineral water bottle for the fourth time with a loud clatter, seemingly brought down Deputy Manager Sun, who was unmoved by anything, to the end of his final, eloquent speech.

Deputy Manager Sun's meticulous attitude impressed Old Li, because the assistant he brought had not only written down every detail Deputy Manager Sun had emphasized over the past two hours, but also handed it to Old Li, saying that all details concerning the cooperation between the two parties should be referenced to this record.

Old Li wasn't a businessman, but the rigor of a professional businessman in front of him gave him a broader perspective. The vocational school was located slightly to the right of the middle of Industrial Road, and extending outwards from there were mostly residential buildings over twenty years old.

If the vocational school, even after merging with No. 33 Middle School, maintained its original size, then future commercial development on this street would have to be divided into two sections, left and right, with the vocational school campus as the boundary.

Now, the vocational school has been moved back more than 200 meters from its original location along the street. In other words, if possible, should all future development of this section of Gongye Road be considered as a whole? Even if the width is calculated based on the 200 meters that the vocational school has moved back, it doesn't matter whether the length is 1,000 meters or 1,500 meters, which is still unclear to Lao Li. What matters is the development value of such a contiguous area of land, which, in Lao Li's view, is astonishing.

The land that Comrade Lao Li sold off at the vocational school is the link and prelude to this grand vision of development. However, Lao Li suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind him in front of the prelude that was about to be ignited.

Yes, such a big profit and scene, just like Qingyu and Damei, perhaps the land sold off by the vocational school, they only need to wait for the price to be sold, and they can earn a sky-high dowry for them. But is Xinrui Company, which sent out a rigorous and meticulous deputy manager, already stretching its appetite to the maximum, preparing to swallow everything here in one bite in the future?

[Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves] Chapter 2: Unintentional, Destined (5)

In recent years, housing prices have been like weeds in the ground, rising continuously. If a person who is now earning a teacher's salary wants to use his salary to buy a house that he likes, he would need to save up for fifty years without eating or drinking, and that would be about the same.

Some teachers and staff with long tenure at No. 33 Middle School, especially those who joined during the school's heyday, managed to snag a relatively decent apartment through the last round of welfare housing allocation. However, teachers like Dong Na, who were recently accepted by the school, have already lost this opportunity. If they want to buy a house in the future, they will have to pay market prices.

While the school no longer provides welfare housing, it doesn't mean they can't help their teachers find cheaper apartments. The vocational school's training factory has reserved enough land to build two residential buildings. Old Li wants to use one of two methods—either through the school's expansion, the school finding a contractor, or combining the expansion with the project—to build apartments for the school's faculty and staff.

Although it involves the school staff paying for the apartments, and Old Li doesn't know the exact cost of building a house, he firmly believes that such apartments will be cheaper than market prices.

With the future development of the industrial road, the once somewhat desolate area around the vocational school's training factory will become prime real estate. Old Li believes that the school's faculty and staff will be happy with the school's decision.

Old Li, along with Tian Rong and Qing Yu, are now conducting a site survey of the land reserved for the vocational school's training factory. After further communication with Qing Yu, she indicated that the construction of these two residential buildings is part of the vocational school's campus development, so the approval procedures can be handled uniformly. However, regarding the specific construction of these two buildings, it would be best for No. 33 Middle School to contact the construction company itself, rather than mixing it with the overall vocational school development.

In the next day or two, No. 33 Middle School and Xinrui Company will begin finalizing the specific details of this cooperation. Old Li brought Tian Rong and Qing Yu to have a professional surveyor conduct a site survey to finalize the land use for the two buildings, so that specific data can be provided to Xinrui Company during negotiations.

After establishing the benchmark points, the professionals simply stretched the long measuring tape back and forth, resolving the issue in less than half an hour.

After seeing the surveyors off, Qingyu looked at Old Li, who was frowning slightly, and asked, "Old Li, what are you pondering now?"

Without answering Qingyu, Old Li, with a slightly amused smile, gestured behind her.

Among the group, only two or three people in land bureau uniforms walked at the front; the others, though similarly dressed, carried more specialized surveying equipment.

If the people who had just finished surveying for Old Li and his team were like a makeshift troupe putting on a show, then the group now standing not far from them, setting up their surveying instruments and fiddling with them, were the main performers from a proper theater.

In the past, these people fiddling with surveying equipment wouldn't have left much of a impression on Qingyu, but today's group truly moved her. "That's right. Facing the upcoming wave of development, it's not just me and Lao Li who's getting up early to prepare for the future!"

Qingyu glanced at Lao Li with a slight smile and then beckoned Tian Rong to get in the car. Qingyu explained

the changes in land use rights and the refinement of urban planning to Lao Li and Tian Rong in the car, also telling Lao Li that these departments would be dealing with No. 33 Middle School in a few days.

After Qingyu told him twice who was in charge of the Urban Construction Bureau, Lao Li finally had a vague idea, but thinking about who was in the Land Bureau, the Planning Bureau… Lao Li started to get dizzy again. "Let's leave these to Secretary Tian of No. 33 Middle School to handle," he thought.

Actually, all of this was handled strictly by official channels, and with the city's strong support and green light all the way, he believed that even if No. 33 Middle School sent a representative to handle the relevant matters, they wouldn't have to put up with much of a fuss. Qingyu introduced all this to Lao Li hoping to give him an opportunity to connect with those in the city's powerful departments, otherwise Lao Li's social circle would be far too narrow. Socializing? In Lao Li's subconscious, it was often interpreted as promiscuity. Driven by this subconscious, Lao Li kept his distance from the social ideals championed by modern people. Because such ideals have only one purpose: to paint oneself with various colors and then vigorously promote oneself to others.

This vigorous self-promotion is driven by money; do you really need that money? Otherwise, why would you promote yourself so diligently?

When social interaction is burdened with too many inappropriate things, it loses its true nature. Even someone like Lao Li, who isn't a cynical or worldly person, rarely enters into modern social interactions.

Seeing Old Li humming and hawing in response, Qingyu knew her efforts had been completely wasted. However, despite Old Li's passive rejection of her good intentions, Qingyu didn't feel resentful; a slight sense of relief remained, gently rippling in her heart.

In contrast to Qingyu's faint smile, Tian Rong had other thoughts. It wasn't for any other reason than that since coming to No. 33 Middle School, her interactions with Old Li, this sometimes somewhat slow-witted man, had taught her many things. And these things, in Tian Rong's mind, seemed to have vanished from sight in the past ten years.

For example, tolerance...

for example, magnanimity...

and humility beneath composure, and so on...

But these weren't what touched Tian Rong the most. What moved her the most was that these qualities in Lao Li, discarded or lost by modern people, were actually just the simplest requirements of being a person. It was only because they had been lost or discarded that Lao Li, who insisted on keeping them, stood out.

The day of the Qingjiang Provincial Middle School Basketball Tournament was drawing near, and the increasingly intense pre-game atmosphere had diminished the smiles on the faces of the No. 33 Middle School girls' team players. Sensing the change in the emotions of his teammates, Lao Li, after finishing the morning training session with the girls' team, went to talk with Xie Xin and Coach Mi.

"Old Li, how about this? You don't have much to do these days anyway, so you can come to the team more often to help the girls relax and ease their stress. Fengying and I will also talk to them down here and try to help them relax."

Xie Xin had been paying attention to the girls' changing mindset these past few days. Just when she was about to use Old Li, her "laborer" (or perhaps it would be fair to say that Old Li was the husband of most of the girls in the team), to do some ideological work, Old Li came to her on his own. So Xie Xin didn't hesitate to make arrangements for him.

"Okay, I'll follow the team's training these days. Xiao Xin, you and Fengying, keep an eye on things down here and try to help the girls adjust their mindset as soon as possible."

Old Li cared deeply for the young girls on the team, so even though Xie Xin had arranged it, he was determined to check on them. Now that Xie Xin had spoken, Old Li immediately agreed.

If Old Li stopped caring for the young girls, Xie Xin, who, like most of them, had given herself to him, would be heartbroken and would unleash the most vicious curses upon him. But when did Old Li change his usual address of Coach Mi to 'Feng Ying'? This much more intimate way of addressing her made Xie Xin's gaze flicker across Coach Mi's face—a face that remained perfectly composed even after Old Li addressed her that way—and she deeply remembered it.

With a quick glance, Xie Xinxu continued, picking up where Old Li left off: "These past few days, Ya Rou and the other girls in the team have been so focused on the competition that they haven't even had time to prepare their own daily necessities. Tomorrow morning, Fengying and I will take them out to buy some supplies, and Old Li, you can lead the morning training."

Since the city government paid more attention to the No. 33 Middle School girls' team's preparations, their training conditions have improved significantly. For the veteran members of the No. 33 Middle School team who had endured the hardships of training, this improvement was truly something to be grateful for. As a result, the veteran members of the No. 33 Middle School girls' team didn't pick and choose the daily necessities provided by the team; they didn't waste any.

Ya Rou's family was very well-off, but she wasn't one to flaunt her wealth. With this personality, Ya Rou wasn't opposed to using the team's provided daily necessities; however, her skin was a bit sensitive. For example, after getting used to a certain type of bath product, she would have an allergic reaction when using other brands. Therefore, Ya Rou couldn't use the team's standard supplies, even though she didn't want to. So, she brought her own of everything that came into frequent contact with her skin.

In the lead-up to a match, mental preparation is crucial, but Ya Rou's current state was characterized by an excessively strong desire to fight. This mental state not only kept her own mind taut, but as one of the team's core members, she also unconsciously projected this tension onto the other members during training.

For a period of time, especially recently, perhaps influenced by Ya Rou's increasing tension, or perhaps due to the contagious transmission of tension among the team members, all the female team members of No. 33 Middle School were in a slightly agitated state of tension. This was

normal, because even with their relatively strong mental fortitude, they were still just a group of children beginning to grow up. Emotional fluctuations and ups and downs in competitive performance are inevitable even for professional athletes. As coaches, our role is to provide psychological support during these times, helping them adjust their mindset while maintaining a moderately excited competitive state.

Ya Rou was one of the most obvious examples of this restlessness, which intensified as soon as she stepped onto the training field. Going shopping or taking a walk to calm her emotions was an effective and feasible method. Old Li had no objections, and Coach Mi agreed. So, Xiao Zhang, the team doctor who had been silent until now, said, "I'll come shopping with you tomorrow."

Although Old Li wouldn't start training until tomorrow morning, the four of them had just finished their meeting when the girls from the team, who had already showered, approached them.

Off the training field, Xie Xin acted like a big sister to the group of girls, and even the more mature Coach Mi didn't consider herself an aunt. Sure enough, a group of four or five girls, exuding the fresh scents of shower gel and shampoo, casually gathered around the four men, some sitting, some standing.

Yuanyuan and Yu Lian sat on either side of Lao Li, while Tian Tian and Lü Na, who were making small talk with Coach Mi and Team Doctor Zhang, watched. Xie Xin, who had guessed the girls' purpose for coming, glanced at Lao Li out of the corner of her eye and said to Coach Mi, "Sister Fengying, I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come with me?"

"Sure, I just worked up a sweat, let's go together."

Coach Mi replied, standing up.

"Sister Xin, Sister Fengying, I'll go with you too."

As Coach Mi stood up, Team Doctor Zhang also stood up.

After telling Lao Li and the girls to sit down, the three women who had made plans left together.

The door was closed just as Xie Xin and the others' footsteps faded away, and before the door closed, Yuanyuan and Yu Lian had already pushed Lao Li to the ground!

Yes, the women's team had been in closed training for a while. Even though Lao Li and the girls missed each other terribly, he had to minimize their meetings in order to concentrate on training.

The main reason was that the girls were just beginning to experience romantic feelings, while Lao Li, despite his extensive experience, had increasingly weak self-control. Therefore, to reduce the risk of unpredictable and uncontrollable situations arising from frequent meetings, minimizing contact was perhaps an unavoidable choice. The

closed training had already ended, and the women's team had entered the practical training phase, but Lao Li was too busy with the school's expansion project to spend much more time with the women's team.

To avoid seeing each other for training is one thing, and to be busy with other things is another—that's a plausible excuse. But Old Li, having lived half his life, had forgotten one thing: once girls have a man in their hearts, and when something burning within them—a longing, a suppressed yearning, a pull that they can't let go of—that little bit of resentment that accumulates will make them ignore any perfectly reasonable explanation—the explanation the man gives them.

When the girls, still smelling of fresh scents from their baths, came to his side, Old Li, who was slow to react emotionally, suddenly sensed the faint resentment, yet even more intense feelings, emanating from their hearts.

At this moment, the tenderness that had been tugging at the girls in Old Li's heart was completely ignited. At this moment, the guilt that Old Li had hidden deep in his heart for all the girls was also more intense. This mixture of feelings made Old Li's heart even softer. So, when Yuanyuan and Yulian pounced on him, Old Li made the greatest possible concessions...

It is said that many authors have had their articles removed due to the power of censorship. Old Mu still wants to keep his articles permanently, so he will not provoke the power of censorship.

[Volume 2: Passionate Maple Leaves] Chapter 2: Unintentional? Destined? (6)

He controlled the rhythm of his venting very well. So, after each girl had sex with him, she stopped bothering Old Li.

A little bit of white turbid juice seeped from the corner of Yulian's mouth. Her eyes were still a little hazy. Her cheeks were flushed. She carefully swallowed the mouthful of juice with her chin slightly raised. Then, her lips parted slightly, and her tender, nimble tongue merely darted between them, swirling the tiny drops of juice clinging to the corner of her mouth onto the tip of her tongue.

Perhaps it was an exaggeration, or perhaps only with such a gurgling sound could she swallow those drops of juice clinging to her tongue. After Yu Lian swallowed again, Old Li, his heart burning like a flame, pulled her tightly into his arms, and a passionate, deep kiss rolled down onto Yu Lian's tender lips…

After completing the scheduled tactical drills and passing practice, it was already 4 PM. Due to the excessive pre-match tension within the women's team recently, Xie Xin and Coach Mi devised a plan to alleviate this pressure. At 4 PM, light and cheerful music would echo across the training field of the No. 33 Middle School women's team as the two rows of players performed aerobics in rhythm.

With Lao Li in charge of the training, not only were Xie Xin and Coach Mi absent, but even the team doctor, Xiao Zhang, who usually sat quietly on the sidelines, was nowhere to be seen.

Since the rhythm of the aerobics began playing, Xie Xin had been leading the exercises in front of the two rows of players. However, today Lao Li was in charge, and since he had never participated in the team's aerobics before and lacked the ability to lead, he had to let Lü Na, the best player on the team, lead. He himself was pulled by the players to stand in the spot where Lü Na usually performed the exercises.

The light and easy rhythm, the compact yet not overly difficult choreography, meant that Lao Li, with his decent sense of rhythm and coordination, quickly caught up with the female team members after going through the movements a few times.

Normally, Lü Na stood in the middle of the back row of the aerobics group, but today Lao Li, in her place, was putting in extra effort to keep up with the rhythm so as not to disrupt the flow. He didn't even notice that Hui Min, on the far left of the group, had quietly slipped away.

Each time the music entered this gentle rhythm, and everyone began to march in place, it meant the next round of aerobics would begin. Just as Lao Li, already in rhythm and fully prepared to start again, the rhythm of the music echoing across the training ground suddenly changed dramatically.

This change meant that the girls in the front row would turn to face the girls in the back. Except for Old Li, who was a little stunned and had his hand and shoulder touched by Yuan Yuan opposite him, everyone else stepped forward, forming pairs like Old Li and Yuan Yuan.

This was the rhythm of flamenco music, but many people not familiar with dance preferred to dance quickstep to this beat. So, when Old Li hesitated for a moment, the other girls' pairs had already started dancing to the rhythm.

Putting aside the fact that he followed local customs, Old Li would never stop these girls he doted on, unless they were up to no good. He would even protect and care for them.

The girls' pairs were all dancing quickstep, and Old Li and Yuan Yuan's pair followed suit without any special arrangement.

When one song ended, another began, but this time the music was so soothing, its rhythm leading the newly paired dancers to a slow waltz.

Old Li's dance partner has now changed to Huimin, while his original partner, Yuanyuan, has found a new partner, Team Doctor Zhang, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere.

Perhaps the relaxed rhythm makes people feel more relaxed and at ease. Sure enough, in all the girls' groups, the one taking the male steps has moved their hands to their partner's waist, while the partner taking the female steps gently drapes their hands over their partner's shoulders and neck.

Huimin's hands are draped over Old Li's neck. Is she just going along with it? Old Li doesn't know, because when the girls all make this choice, how can he have any other thoughts?

After three or four pieces, when an even softer melody was gently playing, not only did the blinds on the windows around the training ground gently close, but the overhead lights in the training ground also went out.

A few twinkling colored lights, their shifting colors creating a hazy, languid atmosphere that seeped into everyone's hearts. Then

, even the last few lights went out, and in the lingering rhythm that slowed the heartbeat, Old Li's dance partner had changed to Ya Rou. Tall

and slender, Ya Rou's arms wrapped around Old Li's neck without hesitation. When Old Li's hands returned slightly to Ya Rou's waist, Ya Rou, a head taller than him, smiled gently. Indeed, with such proportions

, if Old Li and Ya Rou were to switch places, they would be the perfect visual pairing. But now, nothing could be changed, for no one who has reached adulthood can alter their height.

Ya Rou smiled softly, not because the man before her was significantly shorter, and therefore didn't seem to look down on her. It was the first time a man hadn't looked up at her with such a distant, psychological distance because of her height. It had

probably started in the second year of junior high. As Ya Rou's height increased dramatically, she gradually noticed that every boy she knew or didn't know, intentionally or unintentionally, had to look up to talk to her, creating an invisible yet clearly perceptible distance.

This distance subtly lingered in Ya Rou's heart. It was a touch of helplessness and annoyance for a girl just beginning to experience romantic feelings, facing the distance created by men looking up at her.

Although Ya Rou is cheerful and strong-willed, even with this burden in her heart, she still appears bright and confident in front of others. However, when she lies quietly in bed, a mix of helplessness, slight annoyance, and a mixture of expectation and longing makes her gaze linger on the ceiling.

He, too, looks up at her face, but this upward gaze doesn't bring his heart back to look up at her. He invites her so naturally, and so naturally leads her into the rhythm of a gentle dance. There's no distance between them; Ya Rou, who has always danced with others of the same sex and always followed the male steps, now smiles softly and begins to dance to the female rhythm.

The soft music blurred the vision, revealing only the faint outline of the person opposite. Perhaps not every woman needs to lean on the shoulders of someone taller than herself. Perhaps every woman holds a place in her heart for someone who no longer looks up to her. Or perhaps all the helplessness and worries hidden in her heart for so long vanished in that gentle, hazy moment, and the long-held anticipation and longing urged her on even more intensely. She moved to the rhythmic, slow, yet unable to resist tightening her grip on his hands, her body contorting in a more passionate embrace. As she pressed herself against the person in front of her, she slowly lowered her head, resting quietly on the man's shoulder...

Her face drooped slightly, and the fragrant neck of the over 1.9-meter-tall girl almost touched Old Li's nose. Because Ya Rou's body was pressed close to Old Li from top to bottom, her breasts, which were still there, were now even more compact, fully displaying the elasticity of a young girl. Even through their light and thin summer clothes, this sensation was deeply transmitted to Old Li with every touch.

The girl, tall and truly a girl with a beautiful body, was indeed tall, and as she was held in Old Li's arms, she used her height and her breasts to envelop him as well.

Slightly, a little bit at a time, they loosened up a bit, then pressed closer together several more times. In the mutual feeling, Old Li, who did not look up at the girl because of her height and figure, breathed in her fragrance and felt the elasticity of her body. He was also completely enveloped by her tall and alluring figure.

She had lowered her head, but at this moment, from the moment she saw this man, she felt no sense of looking down on him. Few people can inspire such a sense of superiority simply because of the angle of their gaze. Instead, the man holding her in his arms, with his strength, had melted away her pride, leaving her with a figure as tall and imposing as a father in a young girl's heart. His

strength was tempered with gentleness, his power radiating warmth. It was in every interaction with him that she began to pay attention to his arrival and departure, to watching his every move from afar, to being by his side, or to clinging to him with vibrant energy, her emotions fluctuating with a mixture of joy and unexpected moments of sadness. In

the dim light, amidst the music, he embraced her as she had longed for, and she, after countless expectations, finally held him in his arms. You hold me close, I embrace you, hoping this peaceful and gentle time will last forever...

(I'm writing, but as I write, it's turned into this. Is it like prose? But I'm supposed to be writing a novel. There's no way around it; I'm not only a half-baked writer, but I also don't know how to prepare a concept beforehand. So, I've produced some pieces that seem plausible, but I hope you won't find them annoying.)

(Hehe, also, a few days ago I was browsing other authors' articles, and in their stories, whenever a woman was involved, regardless of age, her name was made as elegant and beautiful as she was. But when it came to me, all I could think of were names like Xiuyun or Xiaomei. While a person's name shouldn't be judged by its length, I'm just an ordinary person, and this makes those who read my writing miss out on appreciating elegance and beauty.

Whether a pregnant woman's thoughts might change, I can't guess, but I can't help feeling that Fei'er's baby is getting bigger and bigger.) Old Li had absolutely no idea what she was thinking.

For example, the doors to Fei'er's bedroom and her mother's bedroom were less than two meters apart, but last night, after her mother fell asleep, Fei'er quietly pulled Old Li into her bedroom to stay with her until almost dawn before letting him leave. And tonight, she did the same thing again, pulling Old Li in the middle of the night to stay with her. This couldn't be explained by mere chance.

To be honest, Old Li had genuinely focused on some of the differences between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, especially regarding women's care during pregnancy and postpartum. And in making these comparisons, Western medicine, especially... Lao Li paid close attention to the psychological changes and trends in women during pregnancy and postpartum, as observed in contemporary Western medicine.

While these changes and trends vary in detail from person to person and region to region, some fundamental aspects remain almost identical. For example, the joy often experienced in early pregnancy, along with the anxiety and worry accompanying pregnancy reactions (generally more pronounced in first-time pregnancies), and as pregnancy progresses, especially as the pregnant woman clearly feels the growth of the fetus, her maternal instincts intensify.

However, these two different psychological states during pregnancy almost... All pregnant women share a common psychological tendency: they hope their loved ones will share their joy and provide them with real and reliable comfort through their constant companionship, alleviating the inexplicable anxiety and worry in their hearts. (This is a brief summary to lead into the following text; please refer to the full text for details…)

It should be said that women at this time experience more emotional fluctuations and are much more sensitive than usual. If we apply this to Fei'er, especially considering that she conceived under such circumstances with Lao Li, then under such psychological pressure, Fei'er's emotional changes, even those involving extreme reactions, are understandable. That makes sense.

But what Lao Li needs to consider is that, given the various factors that have led to Fei'er's pregnancy, it's normal for her to become more dependent on him. Therefore, when her mother dislikes Lao Li, she's understandably trying everything to keep him around.

However, on this point, if Fei'er knows her mother dislikes Lao Li, why would she risk such discomfort, constantly putting him under her mother's nose, by making him her sole focus of her affections?

What is Fei'er thinking? Is she hoping her mother will find out and dislike her even more? Was she thinking of Old Li? Or was she really trying to use this veiled acknowledgment to force her mother to accept her mother's dislike? But what if this completely shattered the fragile psychological balance she had been maintaining?

For example, one day, just as dawn was breaking, Old Li, tiptoeing out, suddenly found Fei'er's mother blocking the doorway with a face as dark as if it had been pouring rain for sixty days, and a feather duster flying everywhere, whipping Old Li until the sky turned blue, yet he had to grit his teeth and endure it without even uttering a sound—was that acceptable?

Given Old Li's deep understanding of Fei'er, he would never have overlooked anything about her, but in many ways... Faced with the unpredictable factors that could cause the world to collapse, Fei'er still did it. Even though Old Li was terrified, he couldn't tell Fei'er, and he couldn't find even the most plausible excuse to say he couldn't come. Ultimately, it was because Old Li cared too much about Fei'er; he couldn't say no to her under any circumstances. However,

while Old Li couldn't say no to Fei'er, as Fei'er slept sweetly in his arms in the quiet of the night, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

Old Li wasn't Fei'er; perhaps only in his next life, when he was reborn, would he know that pregnant women have… What changes have occurred? However, to say that Old Li is not a woman is an overstatement. It's because he's not a woman that he understands the seemingly simple psychology of women. When he cares so much about Fei'er, when he faces Fei'er's mother's perpetually gloomy and rainy face, when he's so protective of the sleeping Fei'er, afraid to move a muscle, he finds countless reasons to keep himself awake.

Yes, as one gets older, having crossed more bridges than young people have walked roads, one gains much more experience. It's just that it seems a long, long time ago, someone pondered many things in his spare time, and many years later, we learned a story and became familiar with an idiom, which speaks of the man of Qi worrying about the sky falling.

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