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

Liu Mingchao leaned back in his chair, gradually relaxing, and a deep sense of gratitude rose in his heart for Brother Hu.

After Teacher Lu said that, he finally understood how righteous Tiger Brother's decision was.

I've always been guided by such a great older brother; I'm so lucky.

If I stay here any longer, I might get influenced by this environment again.

Only after his grades improved did he realize how much time he had wasted before.

Many thoughts gathered in my mind.

Things are accomplished in secrecy. Things are accomplished in secrecy.

The more Liu Mingchao thought about this idiom, the more he felt it was the truth.

For those who treat you well, it's never too late to celebrate once things are done.

Those who can't stand seeing you improve, you quietly develop yourself, which is perfect so you won't be influenced by them, and in the end you can even pretend to be something you're not!

hiss--

Liu Mingchao's eyes lit up. Although nothing had happened yet, he already felt inexplicably good!

Lu Qian, watching his expression from the side, gradually felt relieved. This kid had probably figured it out.

With a thought, Liu Mingchao's control panel appeared before his eyes.

Name: Liu Mingchao

Gender: Male

Age: 16

[Talents: Mathematics (average), Chinese (average), English (poor), Physics (pass), Chemistry (average), Biology (poor)... Fishing (good), Spatial reasoning (excellent)]

Lu Qian was taken aback. Fishing?

Is there really such a talent?

His expression was a bit strange, but then he thought about how he had seen kids online using snacks to easily catch fish, and how the seasoned anglers around him often came away empty-handed, so it seemed quite reasonable.

Suddenly, he remembered the students he had met at the comic convention and discovered that Xuanming's talent was hunting.

Hmm... fishing should also be considered a form of hunting, right?

Lu Qian was lost in thought, wondering who would be better at fishing between Xuan Ming and Liu Mingchao.

He also has excellent spatial imagination; no wonder he learned math and geometry so quickly.

Engineers, surgeons, modelers, film storyboard artists...

In just a few seconds, Lu Qian thought of some professions that would suit his talent.

They even have an advantage in billiards and golf.

Fishing + spatial imagination = perfect casting?

Wow, that's incredible!

"Teacher Lu... Teacher Lu?" Liu Mingchao's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Huh?" Lu Qian looked up. "What's wrong, Mingchao?"

"No, I just saw you spacing out," Liu Mingchao said.

Lu Qian smiled slightly, "Thinking about something, have you figured it out?"

"I've figured it out!" Liu Mingchao nodded vigorously, his eyes shining even brighter.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go home early." Lu Qian stood up, patted his arm, and added, "By the way, have you finished your homework?"

"Hehe, I finished writing this morning. Teacher Lu, why don't you leave me a little more?" Liu Mingchao chuckled.

"You rascal." Lu Qian chuckled and vigorously ruffled his hair. "There's no need for that. Homework is about quality, not quantity. Doing five questions carefully is much more useful than doing ten carelessly."

"If you don't go out with those friends anymore, you can cultivate some hobbies, like reading, playing ball, swimming, fishing... all of these are fine. Studying is important, but it's not the only thing in life; you should integrate it into your daily routine."

Since we've discovered Liu Mingchao's talent for fishing, let's recommend he give it a try; you never know, he might like it.

Upon hearing about fishing, Liu Mingchao chuckled. "Teacher Lu, you know what? My dad really enjoys fishing. He's fishing right now. I wonder if he's caught anything yet. I'll go find him and play later."

Lu Qian nodded. "Okay, just be careful! Go ahead."

"Okay! Teacher Lu, I'll be going now. Bye-bye, teacher." Liu Mingchao walked a short distance, then turned around and waved before disappearing around the corner of the square.

"They're all good kids. Luckily, it's not too late now." Lu Qian muttered to himself as he walked towards the subway entrance. "I just wonder if Liu Mingchao will give his dad a fright. The air force guy has a fishing prodigy son."

...

Downstream of a bridge somewhere.

The area is surrounded by green trees, their branches and leaves swaying gently.

If you get closer, you'll find a group of fishermen spawning here.

Following the instructions over the phone, Liu Mingchao went down from the other side and came to his father's side.

"Mingchao, why did you come to see me?" Mr. Liu asked curiously.

Liu Mingchao shrugged. "Come out for a stroll, let's see how your fishing is going, how many fish have you caught?"

Liu's father's smile froze, and he subtly shifted his foot to cover the empty bucket.

"Almost there, almost there, just found a good spot."

A familiar middle-aged man next to him chuckled, "Old Liu, don't block the way. It's not shameful to not catch anything."

Mr. Liu was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, "You did the same, you only caught two small ones and then released them back."

Liu Mingchao glanced at the empty bucket. "...Dad, didn't you come this morning? You haven't caught a single fish yet? What are we going to eat tonight?"

Mr. Liu started saying things like "the feel isn't good," "the temperature is too low," and "the bait isn't prepared properly."

"Is fishing really that difficult?"

Liu Mingchao looked puzzled. His father often went fishing, but he had never gone fishing before. He felt that he couldn't sit still for that long.

"It requires a lot of attention to detail," Mr. Liu said seriously. "Don't underestimate this simple sitting position; skill and equipment are both essential!"

"Really?" Liu Mingchao was starting to believe him, seeing how serious his father was.

"Perfect timing, you're here. Watch the rod for me for a bit, I need to use the restroom, I'm dying to use it." Mr. Liu pointed to his small chair. "Just sit down, don't move the rod, I just adjusted it!"

"Okay, go ahead." Liu Mingchao sat down, intending to play on his phone for a while.

Liu's father took off his sun hat, put it on Liu Mingchao, and left in a hurry.

Liu Mingchao sat on a small chair, a spot perfectly shaded by a tree, so it wasn't too sunny.

"It's quite comfortable. They say they're here to fish, but I bet they're here to sleep."

He muttered to himself, crossed his legs, and accidentally knocked over his fishing rod. Startled, he quickly picked it up and gripped it tightly in his hand.

"Oh no, how did we arrange this?"

The uncle next to him chuckled, "It's nothing, he's just listening to your dad's nonsense. He's been setting it up for days and hasn't taken the bait."

Liu Mingchao suddenly relaxed and then asked listlessly, "Uncle, do you think singing to fish will make them bite?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Let's see the skill!" the uncle said.

Liu Mingchao said "Oh," and then, holding the fishing rod in one hand and scrolling through short videos with the other, leaned back in his chair, humming a song.

You're like a fire in winter.

...

After humming for a while, ripples appeared on the water, and the fishing rod moved, moving more and more violently. Liu Mingchao panicked immediately.

"Hey, why is it moving!"

He had never used a fishing rod before, so he could only pull it up with all his might.

The uncle next to him hurriedly dropped his fishing rod and came over to help Liu Mingchao.

"Don't rush, don't rush!"

Soon, a fish as long as an arm was caught, thrashing and splashing water.

"What kind of fish is this?"

Liu Mingchao stood up, shaking his clothes with a look of disgust, as the fish had splashed a lot of water onto him.

The kind-hearted uncle's eyes widened in surprise.

"Holy crap! Bamboo shoot husks!"

"So big!"

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