Bian Nan was taken aback for a while, and after several glances, he recognized who this person was.
He was quite surprised. He opened his mouth and didn't speak. The man turned his head to look at Coach Shi and pointed at him: "Is this the intern you're waiting for?"
"Well," Coach Shi glanced at Bian Nan, "You two know each other?"
"Forget it... I know you." Bian Nan came back to his senses and nodded, although it took him a little effort to recognize that this is such a boring boss, but he and Qiu Yi often went there to play cats, so it can be regarded as an acquaintance. It's just a little surprised that the boss knows his name.
"This is my nephew," the boss said, waving his hand and walking down the steps. "You can take care of it."
Coach Shi didn't speak, turned around and entered the training hall.
Bian Nan couldn't understand whether the relationship between Coach Shi and the boss was good or bad, so he didn't dare to say more, and followed Lao Jiang in.
Zhanfei’s field is huge, much more upscale than the field of the sports school. Looking at the people swinging rackets in the field, Bian Nan felt a little itchy for no reason, and wanted to follow up and hit a few shots.
Coach Shi brought Lao Jiang and him to the back office. After Lao Jiang introduced the situation of Bian Nan, he chatted with Coach Shi for a few more words, and then patted Bian Nan on the shoulder: "Then you follow Coach Shi Well, I'm going back."
"Oh." Bian Nan replied.
Seeing the back of Lao Jiang leaving, he wanted to pounce on him and call out, big brother, take me away... Coach Shi's face, which looked many times more serious than Lao Jiang's, made him feel a lot of pressure.
"Let me show you around first." Coach Shi looked at his watch, "Let me get familiar with the environment first."
"Okay." Bian Nan nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's okay," Coach Shi led him out of the office, "You are not an official intern right now, so don't be too nervous."
"I..." Bian Nan scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm a little nervous."
"Your Coach Jiang said you have a thick skin." Coach Shi looked back at him, "Are you still nervous?"
"It depends... on the environment," Bian Nan was a little speechless when Lao Jiang would introduce himself to others like this, "I'm pretty thin-skinned now, but I might be able to get thicker after I get used to it..."
"This is a private venue for members only, with one-on-one coaching," Coach Shi pointed to several venues outside the office, "Are you familiar with Yang Xu?"
Coach Shi's topic changed too quickly, Bian Nan was still digesting the first sentence, and it took him a long time to realize that the second sentence had nothing to do with the previous one: "Yang Xu? Who is Yang Xu?"
"You...uncle," Coach Shi glanced at him, led him through the corridor, and pointed to the field on the other side, "There are more fields here, all of which are open to the public, and there are also fixed training classes."
"Oh," Bian Nan was a little dazed by Coach Shi's way of speaking with two meanings in each sentence, "My uncle?"
"You don't follow me directly during your internship, I will arrange a coach to take you, mainly in the training class here, the work is tiring, but don't be afraid of getting tired if you want to learn something," Coach Shi said, "The boring boss called Yang Xu."
"Ah... um," Bian Nan didn't know how to answer, but he didn't know until now that Boring's boss was called Yang Xu, and he had always defaulted that the boss was Boring, "I often go to his place for coffee."
"I knew it. Anyone caught would say it was his nephew." Coach Shi said contemptuously, this time at least he didn't mix up the two topics.
"Brother Shi," someone passed by and greeted Coach Shi, "No class today?"
"It will be later, the one with the internship will go around first." Coach Shi smiled.
"Yo," the man stopped in his tracks and glanced at Bian Nan, "I took it around myself, the specifications are quite high."
Bian Nanchong smiled. It seems that Coach Shi usually doesn't bring interns to familiarize himself with the environment. I don't know if it's for Lao Jiang or Yang Xu.
"I plan to arrange it for Gu Wei. He is not here, so I will take it with me first." After finishing speaking, Coach Shi took Bian Nan to the edge of the field, "Gu Wei is in charge of two training classes, and he is very busy. My son has left an assistant, you can do it first."
"Yeah." Bian Nan looked at the people who were training in the field, many of them were quite professional in their movements, and it seemed that they had been practicing for a long time.
"You can go around by yourself today, and I will get some information for you to look at later," Coach Shi said, "Come over tomorrow weekend, if you are free for two days, Gu Wei will tell you what you want to do, usually Come here when you are free, come on weekends if you don’t have time, there are a lot of people on weekends, so you can be familiar with your work if you come to help.”
"Okay." Bian Nan nodded, the weekend was gone by accident, although there was nothing to do on the weekend, but suddenly he was a little bit reluctant.
Coach Shi took him around all the venues and offices, and then went back to the office to get the materials for him: "Internships are usually arranged in the branch. Lao Jiang said that you have good professional qualities and a thick skin. So I let you stay here at the headquarters, cherish the opportunity."
"Thank you, Coach Shi," Bian Nan hurriedly took over the materials. He really couldn't figure out what kind of advantage is shamelessness and what it has to do with internships. However, several branches of Zhanfei are in the suburbs of the city, so let him go to the branch. He was really struggling, so he added, "Thank you."
"Brother Shi, I'm not used to the fact that Coach Shi is too formal," said Coach Shi, and handed him another business card, "If you have any questions, you can call me."
"Okay Brother Shi." Bian Nan took the business card and looked at it. The business card was printed very simply, Zhanfei Tennis Club, Shi Jiang.
After explaining the basic matters, Bian Nan left Shi Jiang's office, strolled to the edge of the tennis court, sat down on a bench, opened the documents and began to read.
The information is all Zhanfei’s introduction, history, achievements, business scope, etc., and he was a little sleepy without reading the two lines of Biannan. He didn’t even read the words in the textbook very seriously all these years.
He took out his cell phone to check the time, Qiu Yi should be out of class now, so he called.
"How is it?" Qiu Yi answered the phone quickly.
"Hey, you answered it before it rang on my side," Bian Nan felt at ease when he heard Qiu Yi's voice, "Did you miss me?"
"I'm texting you now," Qiu Yi smiled, "Are you working or have you finished?"
"I don't have anything to do today, just to get acquainted. I have to come over this weekend, and I have arranged for an assistant to do it first... Hey, let me tell you something. Guess who I ran into when I came here today?"
"Bian Hao." Qiu Yi said without thinking.
"Fuck, are you annoying?" Bian Nan laughed, "If it's really him, I'll die of depression. Let me tell you, I've met that boring boss who is so boring."
"Him?" Qiu Yi was quite surprised, "Did he go to play tennis with his half-dead appearance?"
"I don't know, but he knows Coach Shi, the awesome coach Lao Jiang introduced to me." Bian Nan clicked his tongue, "I just don't know if they are familiar with each other."
"Just go and ask some other day," Qiu Yi thought for a while, "If you know him well, maybe he can help you a little."
"Forget it, I feel like he's unreliable every day as if he didn't wake up," Bian Nan smiled, "Today I told people that I was his nephew, but people said, do you know Yang Xu? I don't even know who Yang Xu is..."
Qiu Yi smiled for a long time: "His name is Yang Xu? Isn't he called Liu Xu?"
"But he actually knows my name, isn't it amazing?" Bian Nan took the information and slapped his legs up and down, watching a young man in the court smashing the ball fiercely at the serving machine, with great strength, But it was deformed within a few clicks, and he was still waving his arms in a chic manner.
"Then I'm going to ask him if he knows my name." Qiu Yi also clicked his tongue.
"Your name is Qiu Dabao." Bian Nan laughed, looking at the man who was still smashing the ball felt a little uncomfortable, "Hey, I won't tell you anymore, I have to tell that buddy, this posture is too awkward gone."
"Call me when you're done," Qiu Yi said, "I don't need to go to the restaurant tonight, so why don't you come over for dinner?"
"Okay, I want to eat fried rice with eggs." Bian Nan suddenly felt in a good mood.
"Hey, buddy," he hung up the phone, watched for another two minutes, stood up and walked to the side of the court and shouted, "Use your shoulder strength!"
The player who played the ball dunked two more balls, then slowly turned his head and glanced this way, and asked with a displeased face, "Who are you?"
After the man turned his face, Bian Nan could see clearly that this man was about his age, with a silly mustache.
Bian Nan smiled: "You played pretty well at the beginning, after a few shots you only use your arms..."
"Who am I asking you?" The man interrupted him and asked again with a frown.
"I... just passed by." Bian Nan saw that this man was very upset, so he turned around and planned to walk away.
"If you pass by, just open your mouth and say it," the man slapped the net, "Come on, why don't you show me a few times? See how awesome you are?"
Bian Nan turned his head and looked at him. To be honest, in all these years in the sports school, no one had ever talked to him like this. When it came to fighting, he only talked about tennis, and no one doubted his skills.
The stranger, who was suddenly deformed by such a technical movement in four or five beats, jerked and said, he was quite angry, but he still suppressed it, didn't answer, took the materials and prepared to walk away.
"What are you running for? Don't order people blindly if you don't have the ability." The man chased after him, and he said it very loudly, and several people and the coach who were practicing in the next room all looked over.
Bian Nan stopped and stood with his back to the man for two seconds. He threw the materials back on the chair, turned around and walked to the edge of the net: "How to demonstrate?"
"How do you hit me, don't you dare?" The man pointed to the ball machine with a look of disdain.
Bian Nan didn't speak, walked around and walked into the arena: "I use the beat."
The man threw the racket to him, Bian Nan took the racket, held it in his hand and turned it around, the racket was good, but this person's technique was not at the same level as the racket.
He stood in the middle of the field, the man turned on the ball machine, and a ball flew diagonally towards the half court.
It was a forehand, which was Bian Nan's strength. He took two steps back, leaned back, jumped up and swung the racket to hit the ball back.
The kid leaning against the net stared at him with folded arms.
The angle of the second ball is a bit tricky, the backhand has a big angle.
When Bian Nan stepped over, he saw an empty drink can at the man's feet. At this moment, he found a way to cover up his backhand weakness.
He sliced the ball with a backhand that wasn't strong, and hit the pot with precision.
The can bounced and spun and bounced into the field.
On three of the next six serves, Biannan returned the ball to the jar, which clanked and squashed across the field.
Seeing the ugly face of that person at a glance, and then seeing a few people standing outside the field who don't know whether they are students or coaches, Bian Nan suddenly recovered from his panic, feeling that he seemed to have gone too far .
So he stopped and handed the beat back to the man.
"The new intern?" The one narrowed his eyes.
"...Yes." Bian Nan was a little unsteady, nodded and walked out of the field quickly.
"You haven't talked about my technical problems yet," the man said behind him.
Bian Nan turned his head, the man had no expression on his face, and he didn't know whether the words were provocative or really asking. After hesitating for two seconds, he still replied: "Your strength is pretty good, it's just after a few shots. There is no use of shoulder strength."
"Taught." The man sneered.
Bian Nan didn't speak, he lowered his head and passed among the crowd watching, and walked towards the chair.
He felt that what he did today was a bit stupid.
Just as he was about to reach out to grab the information, Bian Nan saw Shi Jiang standing beside the flower bed behind the chair.
"Coach Shi, I... my hands are itchy..." Bian Nan was suddenly a little embarrassed. Shi Jiang might have seen the scene just now, and he didn't know what impression it would leave on people.
"It's quite cunning," Shi Jiang said, "The strength of the backhand is obviously not as good as that of the right hand."
"Well, our coach Jiang has to talk about me for a long time every time we train." Bian Nan scratched his head a little embarrassedly. Old Jiang said that Shi Jiang played tennis very well before, and he stopped playing tennis because of an injury. His little trick was probably seen through at a glance.
"Why don't you continue playing?" Shi Jiang asked.
Bian Nan didn't know how to answer this question. It felt like an interview. He stared at the information in his hand for a long time before saying, "I'm not interested enough. I think I won't get good grades if I keep playing."
"Oh," Shi Jiang responded without saying anything else, "You can take the materials back and read them, and you can just come over tomorrow."
"Okay," Bian Nan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he could leave first, and tried to ask again, "Coach Shi, was that... from the training class?"
"That," Shi Jiang glanced towards the venue, "That's the second son of Mr. Luo's family."
"I think I'm finished." Bian Nan said depressingly when he met Qiu Yi who was waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.
"What's wrong?" Qiu Yi handed him a lollipop.
"Where did it come from?" Bian Nan looked at it, it tasted like strawberry, he put the lollipop in his mouth and drank it.
"It's for you and Erbao," Qiu Yi looked at him, "I'll prepare some snacks for him when I'm here waiting for Erbao."
"Damn," Bian Nan laughed, "Why do you always put me and Er Bao on the same level?"
"You two are almost the same. When Erbao encounters something at school, he will tell me when he comes back, brother, I am finished," Qiu Yi said with a smile, "Your internship has only been a few hours, and you will be finished when you come back."
"Your uncle," Bian Nan pushed him, then quickly squeezed his hand, "I might really be doomed today, I'm trying to play football with people like an idiot, but you know that Who is the person?"
Qiu Yi smiled: "It doesn't matter to anyone, aren't you an assistant, isn't it normal to help with teaching?"
"The problem is that I haven't started yet, and I didn't follow the arrangement to lead my coach," Bian Nan frowned, "I'm not a student, but the son of Zhanfei's boss."
"Ouch," Qiu Yi laughed, "Why are you so frightened?"
Bian Nan was very depressed and briefly said about his chic canning: "Shi Jiang also saw it, does he have a bad impression of me?"
"There is nothing to worry about," Qiu Yi thought for a while, "At most, there is something wrong with your method, and there is nothing wrong with it. Didn't Shi Jiang say anything?"
"I'm a little uneasy, it's just my first day here..." Bian Nan frowned.
"It's not a big problem, don't be uneasy," Qiu Yi put his arms around his shoulders, and pushed him into the alley, "But you have to correct your uncontrollable emotional problems, or you may suffer in the future .”
"Yeah." Bian Nan muffled his voice.
"I'll make egg fried rice for you," Qiu Yi said, "you'll be fine after eating."
"Are you teasing the child?" Bian Nan smiled. In fact, Qiu Yi didn't say anything, but these few words made him feel a lot better.
Back at Qiu Yi's house, Qiu Yi went into the kitchen to get busy, and Bian Nan went into the house.
Because Qiu Yan was about to take the final exam, he was reviewing in a serious manner in the room. He still had a cold, so he sniffed and buried himself in his homework. Bian Nan didn't bother him, and went back to the living room to chat with Qiu's father.
"Uncle, you've been coughing all the time these few days." Bian Nan poured a cup of hot water for Qiu's father, "Did you catch a cold from kicking the quilt at night?"
"It's not easy for me to kick the quilt. I can only lift the quilt." Papa Qiu was happy, and slowly drank his saliva.
"Hey," Bian Nan was a little embarrassed, "I said it well."
"It's almost the same," Qiu's father patted him, "I heard from Qiu Yi that you want to come to my house for dinner during the Chinese New Year?"
"Let it go?" Bian Nan smiled and leaned over to Qiu's father, "My house is so boring, I'll come over for a meal and help with work."
"Come if you want. Anyway, there are only three people in my family during the Chinese New Year. You can be more lively when you come." Father Qiu drank water, "Aren't you coming here at thirty?"
"No, my thirty-year-old is at home, and I'll come and hang out later." Bian Nan laughed twice.
"It's okay. Thirty'er still has to stay at home with his parents, otherwise your father will feel very uncomfortable." Qiu's father coughed and said.
"My house, the main reason is...the atmosphere is a little bit so," Bian Nan patted him on the back, "I like your house like this, it's relaxed."
"It's almost like your second home now," Dad Qiu said with a smile, "Seeing Tian'er come to my house to report, it's like having an extra son."
"Isn't that good?" Bian Nan pulled up a stool and sat beside him. Papa Qiu's words made him feel a subtle sense of joy, as if the relationship between him and Qiu Yi had suddenly become much closer. The son was warm, and some inexplicable expectation for the future flashed in his mind. He couldn't help but move closer to Papa Qiu, "Why don't I recognize you as a godfather."
Father Qiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and patted him on the shoulder several times. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Yi's voice came from outside the door: "Bian Nan, come and help me beat the eggs."
Bian Nan happily followed Qiu Yi into the kitchen, and when he was about to reach out for a bowl to beat the eggs, he found that the eggs were already beaten.
"Isn't this done?" Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi blankly, then smiled again, "Damn, did you miss me and asked me to come here?"
Qiu Yi didn't speak, and scooped up the rice that had been cooked in advance and cooled down in the pot.
"What's the matter?" Bian Nan put his arms around his waist from behind.
"Bian Nan," Qiu Yi stopped his hands, touched his hand, and held it lightly, "Don't play with my father like a father and a son."
"Why?" Bian Nan was really confused this time.
"No reason, just don't get so close to my dad," Qiu Yi sighed, "It's not good."
"What's wrong? I didn't do anything," Bian Nan let go of him, "What do you mean?"
Qiu Yi didn't make another sound, and buried his head in scooping out the rice from the pot.
Bian Nan stood behind him in a daze for a long time, and suddenly understood what Qiu Yi meant.
"Are you afraid that my relationship with your father is too good, and if he finds out about us...would it be uncomfortable?"