After school, as Luo Chuan walked out of the gymnasium, an old man with white hair behind him looked regretful. Just now, he had lost a talented player.
“Coach, you didn’t see how Luo Chuan played. If you’re not satisfied, I’ll find someone else,”
Liu Wenqin stood in front of the old man, winking and making a face. He was clearly teasing him.
“Get out, get out, get out,” the old man said impatiently,
“If I had known there was someone like him in school, the school team wouldn’t have been yours to captain.”
“It’s such a pity,” the old man stomped his feet and pounded his chest, finally leaving the school in a dejected mood.
He knew that based on Luo Chuan’s achievements, basketball would never be his final choice. Seeing a talent who could have dominated the basketball world slip away from his grasp, that feeling was only known to him, the one who experienced it.
Liu Wenqin was confused. He knew Luo Chuan was better than him, but was it necessary for the coach to act like that?
Unbeknownst to him, he only saw Luo Chuan’s present, while the coach saw his potential.
Without any specialized training, he possessed incredible physical fitness, along with a jumping ability that was comparable to professional athletes, good shooting accuracy, and most importantly, learning ability.
Just now, he had only given a brief guidance, and Luo Chuan was able to quickly absorb the essence and apply it smoothly.
Think about it, who wouldn’t love such a talented student who excels in all aspects?
Luo Chuan’s performance also earned him certain privileges. He didn’t have to attend regular training, but he could practice with Liu Wenqin whenever he had time.
With those two, the coach had no idea how the basketball league could lose this year.
Back home, Luo Chuan saw the lights on and didn’t pay any attention. He pushed the door open and went inside. A figure was busy in the kitchen.
“You’re back,” Zhu Wei Jiao’s voice came from the kitchen.
“Mhm,” Luo Chuan tossed his bag on the sofa and went into the kitchen. Zhu Wei Jiao was washing vegetables.
Zhu Wei Jiao had been eating dinner at Luo Chuan’s place lately, because her parents had been very busy. They sold braised meat during the day and had to prepare and cook it at night.
In Zhu Wei Jiao’s words, “Pork is their real daughter, how could I even compare?”
So, Zhu Wei Jiao came to Luo Chuan’s place every afternoon to eat. They had done this often before, so it was all very familiar.
“By the way, what did Qin Ge want you to do today?”
Luo Chuan took the potato from Zhu Wei Jiao’s hand. While peeling it, he said,
“Nothing much. Someone on the school team got injured, so he asked me to play a few games for them.”
“Aren’t you preparing for the math competition?”
“I have enough time, and I don’t need to participate in their daily training. I’ll just go and play the games when the time comes.”
“Oh,” Zhu Wei Jiao mumbled and didn’t say anything else.
In the kitchen, one washed and cut vegetables, while the other stir-fried. They worked together and quickly finished dinner. Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and rice were enough for the two of them.
After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen. Zhu Wei Jiao took out her homework, and Luo Chuan took out his calligraphy practice book.
He had bought the practice book a while back. Luo Chuan chose Wu Yu Sheng’s calligraphy practice book. His handwriting was beautiful and elegant, clear and graceful, and because he had served in the army, there was a faint hint of sharpness in his strokes, which appealed to many.
The entire room fell silent, all that could be heard was the rustling of writing.
After an unknown amount of time, the system prompt suddenly sounded, drawing Luo Chuan’s attention away from the practice book. He opened the system panel.
【Hard Pen Calligraphy +33】
【Hard Pen Calligraphy LV2: 12/1000】
【Hard Pen Calligraphy has upgraded to LV2, Reward Windbone +3】
After closing the system panel, Luo Chuan quickly picked up the pen and wrote on the paper. He compared it to the previous writing. The same content, the same writing style, but it just gave a different feeling.
Before, Luo Chuan was just an imitator of Wu Yu Sheng’s style, but now his handwriting had its own style.
If Wu Yu Sheng’s handwriting was hidden beneath a strong and unyielding bone, then Luo Chuan’s handwriting now exuded confidence and ease, a kind of elegant feeling.
Luo Chuan looked at the characters he had written with satisfaction. All his hard work had paid off.
“Hey, Xiao Chuan, your handwriting is so beautiful, it’s completely different from before,”
Zhu Wei Jiao leaned over and looked at Luo Chuan’s handwriting, her face full of surprise.
“Of course, I’ve been practicing calligraphy lately,”
“Amazing,” Zhu Wei Jiao looked envious,
“Can you teach me to write?”
Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow. She actually took the initiative to learn something, progress. He wouldn’t be stingy, so he handed the pen to Zhu Wei Jiao.
“Try it.”
Zhu Wei Jiao looked at the rather classic fountain pen in her hand and asked curiously,
“Xiao Chuan, where did you buy this pen? It feels so smooth.”
“Don’t ask so many questions, just write,” Luo Chuan urged.
Actually, this fountain pen was a reward from the system when he started learning hard pen calligraphy. It was a Parker pen, a collector’s edition. Of course, for him, it was just a pen for writing.
Soon, Zhu Wei Jiao wrote her name on the paper. Luo Chuan took a glance and couldn’t bear to look.
“Watch how I write it.”
Then he leaned over and grabbed Zhu Wei Jiao’s right hand. As his hand moved, the tip of the pen left a clear black line on the white paper.
However, Luo Chuan completely ignored the fact that Zhu Wei Jiao was already distracted, her attention completely not on the paper, but constantly glancing at the hand that was holding hers tightly.
The warmth from Luo Chuan’s hand spread from her right hand to her whole body. In just a short while, Zhu Wei Jiao felt her whole body burning up.
The breath Luo Chuan occasionally exhaled by her ear made countless ants crawl in her heart. This electric tingling sensation made her whole body weak, and she could only passively follow the movement of Luo Chuan’s hand.
“Jiao Jiao, did you understand?” Luo Chuan lowered his head and glanced at Zhu Wei Jiao. He found she was completely spaced out and couldn’t help but call out twice.
Zhu Wei Jiao, regaining her senses, suddenly stood up. This startled Luo Chuan.
“I… I’m going to the bathroom.”
Then, with a staggering gait, she rushed into the bathroom.
Luo Chuan shook his head and sat back down on the chair.
A while later, Tu Jun and the others arrived at Luo Chuan’s home. They put down their textbooks and started doing their exercises. It was just that they were self-disciplined.
No way. Since his grades improved, his dad was so happy. He even said that if his grades improved further, he would buy him a good pair of running shoes.
“Hey, where’s Jiao Jiao?”
“She’s in the bathroom,” Luo Chuan pointed with his chin.
About five or six minutes later, Zhu Wei Jiao came out of the bathroom. She didn’t speak or look at Luo Chuan, she just lay down on the table and started doing her homework.
However, Tu Jun noticed something strange,
“Jiao Jiao, why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?”
Zhu Wei Jiao glared at Tu Jun fiercely and snapped,
“Mind your own business!!! Do your homework.”
Tu Jun, rebuffed, had no choice but to lower his head and do his homework.
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