The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

In the afternoon, it was physical education class.

Autumn physical education classes are the most comfortable.

The weather is not dry, and the temperature is just right.

Lu Qian chatted and laughed with the students as they walked onto the playground.

"Teacher Lu, here's the ball, help me reserve the court." Feng Zhiqiang tossed the basketball over, and Lu Qian caught it with a swift motion.

"Hey, why hasn't Teacher Geng arrived yet?" a student asked curiously.

The PE teacher usually comes down early, but he's nowhere to be seen today.

After the school bell rang, the students lined up in formation, looking at Lu Qian at the front of the line with a puzzled expression.

"The PE teacher has something to do, so I'll cover his class," Lu Qian said.

After a moment of silence, a commotion arose from the formation.

"Teacher Lu, then let's skip the running laps today."

"Yeah, let's just disband."

"Please, Teacher Lu."

Lu Qian remained unmoved by the students' requests.

"No, we still have to run. We need to warm up properly. I'll run with you guys."

Although the class wasn't disbanded directly, it was quite novel for Teacher Lu to substitute for the physical education class.

Before long, he finished running two laps.

"Okay, spread out in gymnastics formation, keeping your arms' length apart to the left and right."

Whether you're going to play ball or take a walk, it's always good to get some exercise.

"Teacher, can you teach us martial arts later? Like the punch you showed us last time?" Yang Shun suddenly asked.

These words drew the attention of the entire class.

The Chinese people's yearning for martial arts is ingrained in their very bones.

Lu Qian hadn't expected anyone to want to learn this, and laughed, "Sure, those who want to learn can stay later."

To his surprise, after the warm-up, the whole class stood there motionless.

"No, you all have to learn it." Lu Qian was somewhat taken aback.

"Hey hey hey, of course!"

"Teacher, just think of us as people joining in the fun."

"Teacher Lu, could you teach me qinggong (lightweight kung fu)? That would save me from climbing stairs."

"I want to learn grappling techniques!"

The boys and girls were discussing it excitedly, but Li Jun, Feng Zhiqiang, and a few other boys who wanted to play basketball didn't go to play.

My interest in martial arts is one thing, but the key reason is that I want to see Master Lu practice boxing.

Lu Qian thought for a moment and said, "In that case, I'll teach you the Eight Pieces of Brocade. Practicing it occasionally is good for your health."

"Let me demonstrate a routine first, and you can decide whether to learn if you're interested."

After speaking, Lu Qian took a few steps back and stood on the open ground with his feet shoulder-width apart.

A cool breeze blew along the walls of the teaching building to the playground, causing his shirt to sway slightly.

At a certain moment, Lu Qian slowly raised his arms, as if embracing a full moon, to his chest. Then he slowly interlaced his fingers, inhaled slowly, and slowly raised them above his chest, then pushed them up to the top of his head with all his might, his heels slightly off the ground, fully stretching his spine.

This is the first movement of the Eight Pieces of Brocade: "Holding up the sky with both hands to regulate the three burners."

Lu Qian had also considered choosing the Eight Pieces of Brocade instead of teaching them grappling or fighting techniques.

Firstly, combat and grappling require long-term training and practice to develop muscle reflexes.

Secondly, these boys are all in their adolescence, an age where they are easily impulsive. If they are not careful, they might think they know a little bit of fighting and grappling and then act recklessly or as heroes, which could easily lead to serious trouble.

Even sometimes, when classmates are playing around, they may not be careful and accidentally hurt each other.

……

Lu Qian continued to demonstrate, his movements fluid and graceful.

Sometimes, being handsome is a feeling.

The boys around Lu Qian stared blankly at him. They had seen martial arts movies and thought he was very cool.

Seeing Teacher Lu perform Baduanjin so skillfully now, he looks incredibly cool!

After a short while, Lu Qian slowly pressed his hands down to his abdomen.

Finish work.

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted the next second.

"Teacher Lu is awesome!"

"Does Teacher Lu still accept apprentices?"

"How about we stop having the school do morning exercises and switch to Baduanjin (Eight Pieces of Brocade) instead?"

"Will learning this enable me to perform acts of heroism?"

"Teacher Lu, Li Kewei asked me to inquire whether this treats kidney deficiency?"

"Holy crap, when did I ask that?... So, is it treatment?"

"..."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Lu Qian couldn't help but laugh out loud, then said seriously, "Whether it can cure kidney deficiency is hard to say, but if you keep taking it, it will definitely be good for your health."

"If you want to learn, stand in a square formation again, and I'll teach you how to do it. I'll also substitute for the next few PE classes. Baduanjin is simple; you'll learn it in a few days."

"And you guys talk about being a hero? Let me tell you, act within your capabilities, and if you encounter danger, run! Run as fast as you can!"

The students returned to their formation, and Lu Qian began teaching them the Eight Pieces of Brocade.

With the help of teaching by example, students learn very quickly.

Lu Qian didn't plan to teach like this for the whole lesson. After teaching a few times, he disbanded the group and decided to teach slowly.

I sat on the playground with a few students, enjoying the breeze and chatting.

"Teacher, what do you think I can learn now that will benefit my future music studies?" Zhang Zidong asked curiously.

Lu Qian thought about it and realized that he had indeed thought of a point he had overlooked before.

"There really is one."

"What?"

"Clear pronunciation and standard articulation."

Seeing Zhang Zidong's confused expression, Lu Qian smiled slightly, opened his phone, and found a classic tongue twister.

"A lama came from the south, carrying five catties of flounder..."

Under the stunned gazes of the surrounding students, Lu Qian recited the entire tongue twister clearly and smoothly.

He then explained:

"Every singer has a unique style, but if you're not following Jay Chou's path, clear enunciation will give people a lot of goodwill. Even without subtitles, listeners can understand your lyrics!"

"And this process is how you turn passersby into fans."

"It's not enough to just sing one or two songs with clear pronunciation. You have to practice this skill in your daily life so that you can do it anytime, anywhere, with ease."

Tongue twisters are a great way to practice.

The other students nodded in agreement and echoed the sentiment.

"Yes, yes, songs whose lyrics you can understand with your eyes closed are really soothing to listen to!"

"Wow, Professor Lu really hit the nail on the head. Few people bring this up, but it feels very important."

"I know that! There's a singer like that. He's obviously a really good singer, but he just likes to do abstract things, he doesn't do live streams, he doesn't try to make money, he just likes to annoy people!"

"I know! It's uncomfortable if I don't watch it, but it's uncomfortable all day if I do watch it."

A burst of laughter immediately erupted around them.

Zhang Zidong listened thoughtfully; he had never actually thought about it in that direction.

Lu Qian patted him on the shoulder, "Just treat this as homework, and focus on a proper broadcasting voice."

Zhang Zidong's expression was firm. "Teacher Lu, I understand!"

……

On the other side, Tan Chengyue was still thinking about painting.

I found a lot of pictures online, and while they are indeed detailed, they lack a certain tactile feel.

I feel like something's missing if I don't try it out myself.

Going to the bank to exchange it is inconvenient due to time constraints...

A quick glance revealed Li Jun resting on the basketball court.

Tan Chengyue's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over. "Brother Jun, can you do me a favor?"

"What's up?"

"Hey, how about I exchange some of your foreign currency?"

In the class, Li Jun was the one who went abroad the most times. He would go abroad for a trip almost every holiday and bring back different foreign currencies each time.

Li Jun was taken aback, looking at Tan Chengyue with some confusion. "It's fine, but what do you need that thing for? Are you going abroad?"

"No, it's just for collection," Tan Chengyue said.

It's best not to reveal the specific reasons; as Teacher Lu reminded us, things should be kept secret.

Besides, this matter is not easy to spread.

"Okay, which country and denomination do you want?" Li Jun nodded readily.

This question stumped Tan Chengyue.

"Um... how about a hundred-dollar bill first? That's the most common one... right?"

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