Marry a Rich Old Man

Chapter 93

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In the early morning, the classroom seemed a bit noisy before the teacher came.

An Wuyang walked into the classroom and walked towards his seat, unaware of his presence, causing a moment of side glances in the class.

Who is this

Their class has only been formed for half a month, but they can't stand the small number of people. During the military training together, the girls almost picked up the slightly pleasing boys in the class.

At that time, I had never seen a boy with such a clean appearance and temperament.

"Morning." An Wuyang sat down, put down his backpack, took off his hat, and said hello to Wen Ling next door.

Then I was sensitively aware that some of my classmates cast strange glances at me.

He didn't dodge either, but raised his eyebrows and smiled back at others.

"...Early, did you cut your hair?" Wen Ling glanced at An Wuyang, and found that the other party not only cut his hair, but also abandoned his ugly black-rimmed glasses.

"Well, I cut it." An Wuyang touched his hair, and seemed very satisfied with his hair, and said, "Before the hair was too long, it blocked the line of sight and affected learning."

Wen Ling was speechless for a moment: "..."

To be honest, after being at the same table with the other party for so long, he really didn't see that An Wuyang was a student who loved learning.

Brother Yuanhang at the back table was stunned. When he saw An Wuyang sitting down in front of him, he recognized that this guy was his classmate Xiao An. Damn, he was so handsome.

As a senior with four eyes, he was heartbroken: "Xiao An, why are you suddenly not wearing glasses?"

Damn, to choose contact lenses for being handsome is a symbol of depravity!

"Morning, Brother Yuanhang, in fact, I'm not short-sighted at all," An Wuyang said with a smile, pointing to the tennis racket he brought: "I have to go to the tennis club with Wen Ling for training in the afternoon, it's inconvenient to wear glasses."

Xu Yuanhang felt that he had suffered 10,000 injuries: "What did you say... You guys actually joined the tennis club secretly?"

Wait, is that the one the girls in their class say, the ace club full of handsome guys

At five o'clock in the afternoon, a teenager in a light-colored sports suit, carrying a tennis racket, and a tall and handsome friend walked to the training location of the tennis club.

"The school team is here." Someone next to him shouted.

An Wuyang and Wen Ling turned around when they heard the sound, and were surprised to see five or six boys in uniforms walking towards them.

When you see them carrying or carrying tennis rackets, you know they are members of the tennis club.

Indeed, as the rumors said, these people are tall and good-looking, and each has its own characteristics and aura.

Therefore, when the group is dispatched, let alone the girls around them, they can't take their eyes off it, even the boys... can't help but stop and watch.

"Ah - President Xunwu is so handsome..." A girl's praise resounded in the crowd, breaking the silence.

An Wuyi saw with sharp eyes that the handsome-looking senior at the head hooked the corner of his mouth towards the source of the sound, but his calm eyes gave people a feeling of alienation without emotion.

They walked past An Wuyang and Wen Ling.

"It looks amazing..." An Wuyang murmured as he followed the back of the group of people.

Wen Ling smiled lightly, patted his deskmate on the shoulder and said, "As long as you practice hard, you can be so good."

An Wuyang immediately nodded confidently: "Yeah!" Anyway, their family has a national runner-up master!

"Let's go!" He greeted Wen Ling, and followed the team of handsome seniors in front of him briskly.

Today is the day that this year's freshmen make their first appearance in the club.

New members of the club need to report to the manager.

In the small office at this time, the president Zhang Xunwu took the list given by the manager and quickly browsed it: "This is this year's newcomer? So few?"

The disgusted manager roared with an itchy look on his face: "Didn't you say that you want to raise the standards for joining the club?"

With all the conditions being suppressed, of course there are fewer newcomers who meet the standards.

The president of the tennis club put on a disdainful face: "Is that considered high?"

Manager: "… of course not for yourself." But this is a normal university, please!

"Well, how are you..." An Wuyang had no intention of disturbing the people inside, but they had been standing at the door for a while, and it seemed that they could only interrupt by knocking on the door.

"Come in." The two people in the room stopped bickering and turned to look at the unfamiliar face at the door.

"Newcomer?" Zhang Xunwu glanced at the words on the list and asked, "What's your name?"

An Wuyi and Wen Ling walked in and took turns introducing themselves: "My name is Wen Ling, hello two seniors."

"My name is An Wuyang, hello two seniors."

The president and manager silently looked at the two newcomers who had joined the club, and felt a strong sense of strangeness in their hearts: "..." They seriously suspected that the recruiting officers in the club were looking for people based on their looks, otherwise what would happen? will be so even...

"Do you all play tennis? To what extent?" Zhang Xunwu asked coldly.

"Yes, I have played in high school for three years and have played in provincial competitions." Wen Ling replied, with a warm smile on his face, looking extraordinarily harmless to humans and animals.

"What about you?" Zhang Xunwu's eyes shifted to the short man next door.

"I, I just learned." An Wuyang said slightly nervously, and took off his hat by the way to show respect: "But I will work very hard, please give more advice from seniors."

After speaking, he bowed in a proper manner, showing very modest and polite.

Zhang Xunwu raised his eyebrows in surprise, because it was hard to see such a well-behaved child now, and he was very surprised.

After all, it's just a school club, and the atmosphere in general is not as good as one-tenth of vocational training.

When people come to study, they are only interested, and they don't take their seniors seriously at all.

Therefore, Zhang Xunwu instantly developed a favorable impression of this little boy. He raised his palm and said, "Stand up, don't be so restrained, we just fight casually."

The manager wiped his sweat aside, saying that he didn't even believe it himself.

Although the Shangda Tennis Club is desired by everyone, it is also called the Devil Club!

"Thank you..." An Wuyang said with a smile, raised his head to look at the senior with a familiar face, and asked casually, "Excuse me, is the senior the president of the tennis club?"

The manager on the side didn't want to see the younger brother being bored, so he immediately replied: "Yes, he is the president."

At the same time, he is also a very bad-tempered snake spirit sick man! It's okay to bother him!

"Well, I'm the president." Zhang Xunwu replied again, pressing the list in his hand on the manager's desk, and said, "Come with me to the training ground. Since there is no foundation, we must hurry up and study."

Manager: "There are new people, you don't have to wait any longer!"

Zhang Xunwu hugged his arms and explained as he walked, "I'll leave it to you, I don't have time to waste time here."

Wen Ling and An Wuyang looked at each other, said goodbye to the manager obediently, and then quickly followed up with the boss who had a strong aura...and seemed extra willful.

When I walked to the training ground, I saw other members of the club practicing seriously.

The sound of the tennis ball falling to the ground, the sound of hitting the racket, came loudly.

For Wen Ling, this was a familiar memory, which gave him a strong sense of intimacy.

"Since you are an old bird who has played games, then practice with them," Zhang Xunwu pointed to the school team members over there, instructed, and then glanced back at the slightly green An Wuyang: "You and I come."

Wen Ling, who was arranged, was hesitant and looked at An Wuyang: "President, do you want me to teach him the basics?"

Zhang Xunwu waved his hand: "Don't bother, it's my pleasure to bring a rookie occasionally." He glanced at Wen Ling: "You don't want to deprive the president of the pleasure, right?"

"..." What else could Wen Ling say, but patted the arm at the same table: "Then you can study hard with the president, and I'll go over there and wait for you first."

The boy holding the tennis racket nodded, calmly watched the same table go to the level that he was temporarily unable to reach, and secretly decided to practice more.

"Give it to me." Zhang Xunwu took the tennis racket in his arms, opened the bag, and took it out to find that it was a professional-level racket. He was very surprised: "Yo, it's very intentional."

It was a particularly good beat, he waved it and muttered, "It feels good."

An Wuyang rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "My partner helped me choose. He once won the runner-up in the national junior team, and he is also very good at tennis."

After finishing speaking, he scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, President..." I accidentally became a dazzling maniac. How did I introduce my partner in such a proud and ostentatious tone

But really can't stand it!

Proud to have such a wonderful and charismatic partner.

"Hey?" The runner-up in the national youth group

Zhang Xunwu asked sharply, "Is it these years?" If so, he knew all of them, but those guys were all male.

"That's not true, it was many years ago." The little angel silently calculated in his heart, one, two, three, four... seventeen years ago!

He was so guilty that he dared not speak out, for fear of scaring the president.

"Is that so?" Zhang Xunwu didn't get to the bottom of it, he looked at the white and clean new apprentice and began to teach him the basics of tennis: "Okay, see clearly, take the racket like this, and raise your arms when swinging a little… "

To be honest, this little boy's thin arms and thin legs are completely inconsistent with President Zhang's aesthetics.

He believes that the seeded tennis players should be tall and slender, not slender and skinny, who can't seem to hit a powerful serve at all.

"Okay, President." An Wuyang nodded, took the racket, and took a standard posture very seriously.

At first glance, there are traces of professional teaching, and there is no need for others to give pointers!

disgusting…

President Zhang, who was deprived of fun, pouted his lips indifferently, and was inexplicably unhappy with the tennis player who was a newcomer.

"Try catching the ball."

He got serious, grabbed his racket, and jumped up to deliver a moderately difficult flat serve.

An Wuyang's eyes widened, and he found that the opponent's feeding ball was completely different from Huo Yunchuan's. It was a ball that he could not receive smoothly.

But he still wanted to try his best!

When the tennis ball flew out from near the racket, he landed on his feet and calmly accepted the fact that he was very bad,

"Huh..." An Wuyang put his finger on the brim of his hat and looked up at the unsurprising president. He showed an apologetic but not depressed smile, and then turned his head to look for the yellow ball.

"..." The young man standing opposite holding the racket was stunned for a while, and then snorted.

So let's stop here, he thinks the character of the younger brother is quite cute.

Next, the varsity team members next door were stunned, watching their president with snake essence disease, patiently teaching the newcomers to the club... Is this the president they knew? !

Can't believe it.

Every time the tennis club trains, the surrounding area of the court is filled with water.

The girls who don't need to go to class circle around the court, sometimes quietly watching their male god, and sometimes cheering for a beautiful serve by the male god.

"Our president, Xunwu, is so handsome! I really want to join the tennis club!"

"It's a pity that the tennis club is not very friendly to girls, and the conditions for girls to join the tennis club are even harsher than for boys."

A boy next to him tutted: "Of course, because you girls have impure motives, and you didn't join the club to play tennis. It's strange that the president will want you."

At this time, a voice said, "Hey, who is the boy who practiced with the president? He looks familiar?"

"Who is it?" Because of her words, everyone began to pay attention to the boy opposite Zhang Xunwu.

Light-colored sportswear, slender limbs and fair skin, a small face, a proper look of a beautiful teenager, not to mention, it is really familiar.

Like which public figure

"Is it an internet celebrity?" The uninformed classmate guessed.

"No...Wait," the talking girl suddenly took out her mobile phone with excitement and looked at the pictures she had saved: "Oh my god! I seem to know who he is!"

It's the Weibo blogger I saw the day before yesterday who showed affection between men and men. Although the blogger in the photo has a different hairstyle from the handsome boy on the court, if you look closely, the sportswear he wears and the racket he is holding are exactly the same. !

The girl who was new to Huo Shifufu, put away her mobile phone and rushed into the stadium excitedly, shouting with all her strength, "Little sweet-"

Holy crap, she met Britney Sweetie Ben Tian!

The familiar name made An Wuyang who was playing stunned for a moment, and looked at the girl who made a sound like this stupidly... Ah, are you calling yourself

"Ahhh!!!" I saw the face!

She was so excited that she didn't know how to be a good girl. Seeing An Wuyang's face, she was sure that the other party was her new fan. She was so excited that she was like a long-lost mother and son recognizing each other, and shouted again: "Xiaotian Sweet - I love you! I'm your mother's fan!"

An Wuyi was dumbfounded, really: "..."

At this moment, the dull head on his neck was thinking: Who am I? ! Where am I? Am I exposed? !