Rebirth 08: A Happy Life Begins in Elementary School

Chapter 138 The Marketing Tycoon's Youth

Li Zhao and He Shuyao went to the stadium with the mindset of just taking a look around.

When the fight broke out, the "competition" was still in full swing.

As soon as they appeared, a senior student greeted them with a smile, "New faces, are you freshmen?"

"Yes, we both want to come and sign up for the mixed doubles competition."

The senior student was taken aback for a moment, then clapped his hands. "Junior students, you're too anxious. The Freshman Cup is after National Day. Right now, it's just our badminton club recruiting new members."

Li Zhao said "Oh" and turned around to leave.

"Junior brother, are you two a regular mixed doubles pair?"

Before Li Zhao could respond, He Shuyao nodded first.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you guys are all like celebrities." The senior laughed. "Let's register first. Our club has never had a player who specializes in mixed doubles. If you play well, you can participate in the city-level competition later."

Li Zhao glanced at He Shuyao, whose eyes were full of anticipation.

"Okay, let's register first."

Li Zhao was led to a group of senior students sitting at a table. On the table were some application forms and flyers, and behind them were promotional materials made of KT boards.

—Well, it's still a bit basic, but after all, it's junior high school, so they probably don't have much money.

understand.

The senior student who just introduced himself said, "I'm the president of the badminton association at New Taipei First Senior High School. I'm a junior high student, and my name is Ouyang Ling. Of course, my surname is Ou, not Ouyang."

"Maybe it's just one of your dad's little quirks?"

"It might be one of my dad's—"

Oh no, I must have been brainwashed by that phrase in my past life, and I couldn't help but blurt it out the moment it came out.

Instead, they interrupted him.

Ouyang Ling looked as if he had seen a ghost, wondering if he knew this handsome junior brother in front of him.

What distant relative?

Li Zhao also seemed to have seen a ghost.

Ouyang Ling, a master orator, is the most capable social butterfly in the Linjiang planning system—a social butterfly, extremely adept at getting things done.

It is the epitome of the "social worker" role.

A ruthless person who excels at negotiating orders, boasting, and making even a half-finished PPT presentation convincingly convince the boss.

But the difference in their appearances is too great, isn't it?

Li Zhao first collaborated with him when he was thirty years old. This man made his debut with a slicked-back hairstyle, exuding a very stylish aura that overshadowed even the leaders.

He's mainly handsome.

This is nothing like the man with the buzz cut and glasses he has now; he even has some stubble on his upper lip, looking every bit the typical STEM genius.

Oh—he really must be a top student, a high achiever at Linyi University.

Li Zhao momentarily doubted whether it was the same person, but this strange name and the way they introduced themselves couldn't possibly be someone else.

It seems that boys also change a lot as they grow up.

"Do you recognize me, junior brother?"

"No, I was just guessing—" Li Zhao said, "The surname Ou but the given name contains the character 'Yang,' it's hard not to say it's a perverse sense of humor."

"Right, right?" Ouyang Ling laughed, "I think so too."

Interesting, Wu Weisong, the young version of a technical guru, has now captured the teenage version of a marketing guru.

If we form another team, wouldn't we be able to create a team full of outstanding individuals?

Li Zhao suddenly experienced the joy of being a talent scout, the kind that grants one a third eye.

However, Ouyang Ling is about to enter high school, so it's impossible to tell what form she will evolve into in the future.

"Li Zhao?!" Ouyang Ling exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, you're that junior brother Li Zhao!"

"Hello, senior."

"Oh, don't call me senior, let's be more friendly, senior brother and junior brother," Ouyang Ling said with a smile. "This must be Junior Sister He Shuyao."

He Shuyao was inexplicably mentioned and was startled.

Ouyang Ling became enthusiastic, "I've heard about your achievements before. You two are now the famous golden couple of Experimental Class 1."

"?"

Has the rumor become a standard story?

"Don't get me wrong, everyone's just saying you guys are really amazing, good-looking and academically gifted. They're so envious." Ouyang Ling patted Li Zhao on the shoulder. "I didn't expect you two to be a mixed doubles team. Come visit us often. Here's our flyer and my business card."

business card?

Li Zhao took it, and there was a self-introduction and several contact methods written on it, including QQ, mobile phone, telephone, and email.

"We're all very curious about you, but you don't seem to like crowded places," Ouyang Ling said as she led Li Zhao toward a quiet rest area. "Let's add each other on GG first, and I'll introduce you to our activities so we can get to know each other better."

They really know how to make people feel comfortable.

"Junior sister, if you're interested, add me; if not, Li Zhao can let you know. Alright, alright, I won't take up any more of your time. I'll definitely come play next time!"

As he said this, he had already led Li Zhao and He Shuyao to the other exit of the stadium.

"Senior brother, how did you know we were leaving?"

Li Zhao retracted his previous judgment. Sure enough, some qualities that would shine in the future would already be shining now.

"What a greasy senior."

He Shuyao made her judgment.

Li Zhao just smiled and didn't say anything more.

It's definitely greasy. Even in the adult world, someone who is so good at reading people's expressions will give people a greasy feeling if they show it outwardly.

Not to mention he's a junior high school student.

Being "skilled in interpersonal relationships" is always viewed with prejudice.

But in reality, once you enter the workforce, you realize how important it is to have a colleague who is particularly good at getting along with people.

"It's time to go home," He Shuyao said. "Do you want to walk around a bit more?"

"No, let's take the bus."

"How about we walk home?"

"Walk?----"

"Yeah, the weather's nice. I have my monthly exams next week, so I'm just taking a walk."

"it is good."

Li Zhao mentally calculated how long it would take to walk back, but quickly put it out of his mind.

It doesn't matter. If I get really tired, I can just find a bus stop and catch a bus.

After school started, Li Changlin bought Li Zhao a cell phone, a very ordinary candybar phone with buttons, to facilitate communication after school.

Li Zhao called home to tell them that there were some activities at school and he would be home late.

He Shuyao made a phone call at the same time.

After the call ended, a subtle atmosphere suddenly enveloped them both.

"It feels like doing something wrong," He Shuyao said. "We just lied to our parents."

"The bad thing is that you have to measure the distance between school and home on foot."

"Pfft—" He Shuyao rolled her eyes. "Don't complain about being tired later. It'll take forty minutes to walk back."

"It takes thirty minutes to get here by bus."

"You can sit down."

"Sometimes you have to stand up —"

The two chatted about trivial things, their eyes scanning the surrounding scenery.

Li Zhao looked around the old town, while He Shuyao focused on what good restaurants were available.

"Speaking of which, Li Zhao," He Shuyao said, "have all your classmates added you on QQ?"

"almost."

Will they try to chat with you?

"After exchanging greetings, we rarely talk."

"Then I should thank you!"

"It is only right to chat with the Emperor."

He Shuyao froze for a moment, her ears turning slightly red. "Okay, stop talking, stop talking—"

"So, is there anyone in our class who has left a deep impression on you?"

Li Zhao glanced at her, and she immediately turned to look at the roadside.

"What do you actually want to ask?"

He Shuyao sighed softly, "Do you know that there are girls in your class who like you?"

"I don't know." Actually, Li Zhao knew.

"I can't say."

It wasn't the cliché "actually it's me" but rather the girl that Wu Weisong had mentioned before, the one who was very interested in Li Zhao when the special admissions students gathered.

Class monitor: Wen Yutong.

She received first prize in both Chinese and English at the provincial level. She comes from a central elementary school in New Taipei City and was a classmate of Wu Weisong.

A girl who seems introverted but easily immerses herself in her own literary world.

Li Zhao clicked into her profile out of curiosity to see if she could write a top-scoring essay, only to be surprised to find her writing about her girlish thoughts.

Although the main characters have different names, isn't it too obvious that one is called Xiao Wen and the other is called Xiao Li?

So what seemed like a secret to her was actually not a secret to the whole class.

But because Li Zhao and He Shuyao were close, no one dared to say anything, so it truly became a secret.

"Aren't you interested?" He Shuyao asked.

"Hmm? In love?"

"At least be curious about who likes you."

"We've only known each other for a short time, what do you know about liking or disliking someone?" Li Zhao laughed. "Admiring strength is human nature, it's normal for you to have feelings for me."

"Show-off." He Shuyao rolled her eyes again.

Thus, this topic, which should have been very sensitive and concerned with youthful feelings, was simply brushed aside.

"The monthly exam is next week, and I feel like some classmates are eyeing you with envy."

"What kind of feeling do you rely on?" Li Zhao asked.

"————It's obvious, isn't it?"

"For example?"

"Liang Zhaoxing," He Shuyao said, "is the same guy as you, a first-prize winner in the national competition, from the Central Primary School. Don't you think he seems to be competing with you for speaking opportunities in English class?"

"A little," Li Zhao nodded, "and he was clearly showing off his English proficiency."

"Exactly." He Shuyao looked a little indignant.

"Actually, it's a good thing."

"?"

"Healthy competition. He didn't come over to trash talk; he just tried to prove his English level. That's good, and it can inspire everyone."

He Shuyao rubbed her forehead, using body language to express her helplessness, "As expected of the mature Teacher Li. I can't really criticize others now, everyone wants to prove themselves."

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"Well, the monthly exam is just a small milestone," Li Zhao said. "I can't guarantee I'll be number one either."

"Um?"

"History and politics," Li Zhao said. "The regular questions are fine, but for some subjective analytical questions, my thoughts might not be the same as what the teacher expects us to answer."

This is the curse of knowledge; Li Zhao knows too much, and his perspective is different.

What if I don't get first place?

"Cold salad."

He Shuyao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"The boring, rigid, and aloof Li Zhao has become interesting."

"Your combos will need to be updated from now on, becoming more fun, flexible, and energetic."

He Shuyao smiled. "Are mature people always this relaxed in their dealings with others?"

"I feel like there's something hidden in your words?"

"It just feels like Li Zhao has lost all her temper."

Li Zhao was taken aback.

"Liang Zhaoxing, you say it's healthy competition, and I can accept that. But what about Song Bowen?"

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