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

Physical education class is over.

Lu Qian and Geng Zeqin led Yang Shun to the sandpit.

"Yang Shun, jump for me," Geng Zeqin said.

Yang Shun nodded and, following his memory from yesterday, jumped out.

Looking at the distance in the sandpit, Geng Zeqin nudged Lu Qian with his shoulder and exclaimed in surprise, "This talent is amazing! It's much farther than my first jump!"

Lu Qian: "I have to have good taste!"

Yang Shun stood on one leg, shaking the sand out of his shoes.

"Coach, how's it going?"

"Not bad, you have great talent, but are you sure you want to go down this path?" Geng Zeqin's tone became serious when he said this.

"Having talent can certainly help you jump farther, but you can't skip any of the necessary training, and you have to work even harder than others! It's exhausting! Extremely exhausting!"

"Let me make this clear from the start: if you can't stick to this path, you might as well not take it at all."

"Triple jump isn't running. If you jump in, sand will get into your clothes, pants, and shoes. It'll be very dirty. I'm not trying to scare you, but this is the road I came from."

"A triple jump is about living among the sand."

Lu Qian lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.

I can't hold it in any longer!

Even if you can't hold it in, you have to hold it in!!

The thought of his brother talking about something with such a serious face makes him want to laugh!

In particular, when Geng Zeqin mentioned being with sand, he thought of Geng Zeqin saying he was Gaara the Sandstorm when he was in high school.

When they jump into the air, they also shout "Yahoo!"

I can't take it anymore, the dark history in my mind is becoming clearer and clearer, what should I do?

help me!

The two people in front were so focused on each other that they didn't notice what was happening to Lu Qian.

Hearing Geng Zeqin's words, Yang Shun thought of his poor grades. His parents were initially very upset, but later they became indifferent to it.

When talking about grades with relatives at dinner, my parents just smiled casually.

In fact, not all students are born disliking learning.

Poor self-control, lack of focus, and insufficient understanding of subjects may lead to a gradual decline in grades, making it increasingly difficult to catch up, eventually creating a vicious cycle that turns the student into a "poor student" with bad grades.

Who wants to be a bad student?

Everyone wants to make their parents proud!

Especially during Yang Shun's junior high school years, his grades were average, and he could occasionally get high scores, which was acceptable.

When I got to high school, my grades plummeted and I couldn't keep up at all.

However, some people who were originally inferior to him were able to make progress quietly.

The stark contrast left a thorn in his heart.

"Coach, I'm not afraid, I can persevere!"

"I'll practice!"

Geng Zeqin smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach you."

He wasn't trying to scare Yang Shun, because these were the paths he had taken to get here.

He was the one who persevered.

"Alright, from now on Yang Shun will be with me..." Geng Zeqin turned his head and stopped abruptly when he saw Lu Qian shrugging and suppressing a laugh.

What's wrong with you?

Lu Qian waved his hand, "You come here."

Geng Zeqin's alarm blared, "I'm not coming."

"Come here! I need to tell you something!"

"I'm not coming!"

In the end, Geng Zeqin went over and listened cautiously.

Lu Qian whispered a few words in his ear, and Geng Zeqin's expression changed drastically.

"Holy crap! You still remember that?!"

"Are you sick in the head?!"

Yang Shun: "...?"

……

Basketball court.

Lu Qian arrived.

Hongqiao immediately understood; this was another instance of Daqiang receiving special treatment.

At the sound of a whistle, everyone assembled.

Just like yesterday, Lu Qian applied buffs before starting the tutorial.

Everyone, including Hongqiao, listened attentively and could personally feel that the teaching was truly effective.

Half an hour later.

After finishing his lesson, Lu Qian left Feng Zhiqiang with a few training repetitions as a goal and then drifted away.

Hongqiao continued to train the athletes.

During the break, someone asked, "Coach, who's better, you or Coach Lu?"

Coach Hong rubbed his chin. "It's hard to say! If I'm serious, I can defend for a while longer."

Everyone: "???"

"What if you're not taking it seriously?"

"The game is over." Hong Qiao laughed casually. "You guys haven't played against Coach Lu before. His pressure is too strong. His layups are like child's play."

"It's probably a height restriction, otherwise Teacher Lu could go and play professional games."

Hongqiao has seen too many folk masters, most of whom are limited by their height. Even if their jumping ability far exceeds that of others, it is still not enough. Height is a hard requirement.

"So, it's all thanks to Daqiang. Teacher Lu doesn't come every day, so make the most of his visit! Ask him for advice. Can't you see I'm learning from him?"

"It's good to acknowledge others' excellence. Keep practicing, I'm going to take this call."

Most of the training was tedious and boring.

Especially during the hottest part of the afternoon.

Many athletes intentionally or unintentionally slack off, taking advantage of the coach's absence to relax.

A few hours later, the training ended.

Feng Zhiqiang was still practicing, sweat dripping down his chin, making him feel itchy, so he casually grabbed his clothes to wipe it off.

If his movements weren't up to standard, he would do them again, just like Lu Qian had instructed, reducing the number of repetitions to zero.

"Daqiang, let's go eat. That's enough for now," the others called out.

Feng Zhiqiang chuckled sheepishly, "You guys go ahead, I'll practice a little longer. I haven't finished the goal Teacher Lu set for me yet."

These people didn't say anything, and left in twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

"Come on, Daqiang, I'll practice with you." One of the students who was on good terms with Feng Zhiqiang joined in the practice.

"Sure!"

……

Nothing happened the next day.

However, when Lu Qian told the whole class that he was going to accompany Li Jun to the competition, the students all expressed their desire to go and cheer for Li Jun.

Lu Qian immediately refused, "Quiet! We won't allow that many people at the competition venue."

"Ms. Shao will cover my math classes on Thursday and Friday, and Mr. Geng will supervise the study periods. Don't you dare bully the PE teacher!"

There are no extra classes these two days, so you can try reviewing on your own. I guess you haven't finished those workbooks from the first year of high school; you can take them out and flip through them to see if you can do them.

"Good behavior, you'll be rewarded with a movie when you get back."

The whole class cheered, and finally shouted in unison.

"Li Jun, you have returned in triumph!"

……

Thursday morning.

Lu Qian brought Li Jun to the sports school to meet up with Zhou Sheng.

Seeing the Holy Son arrive, Zhou Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. "What did you have for breakfast?"

Li Jun: "As you said, bread and an egg, we didn't get tired of eating it last night."

Zhou Sheng nodded emphatically, "Okay!"

He is becoming more and more satisfied with Li Jun.

Highly talented, not arrogant, and obedient!

"Get on the bus, let's go!"

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