Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1401 appears
At 10:30 a.m., when the glass door of the Red Boy Taekwondo Gym was pushed open, the wind chimes on the door jingled once.

Geng Xinyu stepped inside, but before she could fully push the door open, her gaze met that of someone who absolutely shouldn't be there—

Zheng Yifan.

Zheng Yifan, dressed in a black coach uniform with a black belt around his waist, was standing at the reception desk in the lobby, holding a registration form in his hand, looking as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

The next second, he looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Geng Xinyu was stunned.

Zheng Yifan was also stunned.

Then, the corners of his mouth began to turn up uncontrollably, and his eyes curved into two beautiful arcs.

He put down the registration form, walked straight towards her, and looked her up and down—or rather, he looked at the bulging taekwondo bag on her back.

What are you doing here?

His tone was tinged with laughter, and a hint of surprise at the coincidence.

While Geng Xinyu was still processing the "why is Zheng Yifan here?" question in her mind, her mouth had already moved first: "What are you doing here?"

But my gaze involuntarily slid down—to the black belt around his waist.

First rank black belt.

She's still a red-black belt. He's already a black belt?!

A thought flashed through my mind like lightning: Could he be here as a teaching assistant? At the end of March, Coach He did mention that teaching assistants, who would be former students, would be coming later when things got busy…

Could it be him they're talking about?

He wouldn't... come and teach her, would he?
Thinking of this, Geng Xinyu's eyes became complicated. She looked up at Zheng Yifan, her eyes saying, "You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Zheng Yifan captured the changes in her micro-expressions—from shock to confusion to doubt to subtle resistance—it was like watching a movie.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, reaching up to straighten the black belt around his waist, deliberately waving it in front of Geng Xinyu:

"Come and substitute for the class."

Geng Xinyu stared at the black stripe for three seconds.

Then, without looking back, he walked towards the locker room.

His back view screamed, "I don't want to talk to you."

Zheng Yifan stood there, his smile deepening.

It turns out her class is at 10:40 AM. Red and black? Or red belt? He'll have to ask Coach He.

Five minutes later.

After changing into her Taoist uniform, Geng Xinyu came out of the dressing room and the first thing she saw was—

In front of the glass door of the training room, Zheng Yifan leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, surrounded by several girls, smiling smugly.

"Are you here to teach us?" A little girl tilted her head back, her eyes shining like stars. "Coach He said last week that there would be an assistant coach this week! Wow, assistant coach, you look about our age—are you a college student? Which school?"

Before Zheng Yifan could answer, another girl blurted out, "Is that even a question? It's definitely from Jingyun University!"

A few little girls chattered away, like a flock of sparrows surrounding a fragrant loaf of bread.

Geng Xinyu pursed her lips slightly, her gaze sweeping across the lobby—groups of students were chatting together.

Coach He was not there; only Coach Yu and Coach Lin were still teaching in the training room.

Her gaze drifted back to the glass door.

Zheng Yifan seemed to sense something, looked over at her, and a faint smile appeared on his lips:

"We went to the same school."

Several girls turned their heads in unison, their eyes falling on Geng Xinyu, their expressions saying, "Wow, so you know each other."

"Wow, is she a college student too?" a young girl exclaimed in surprise. "She looks so young, about the same age as us—a freshman?"

Geng Xinyu pursed her lips and looked away. She didn't want to admit it, but she did have a slightly... strange feeling in her heart. He said, "We go to the same school," so naturally, as if he and she were very familiar with each other.

They weren't familiar with each other. He and she weren't familiar with each other at all.

More importantly, he is currently at Lingnuo Middle School, while she is at Yunling Middle School, which are not even in the same school, okay?

He actually said he went to the same school as her, what kind of trick is he up to now?

She knew it; nothing good ever came of it when she ran into him!

"Aren't you familiar with each other?" Zheng Yifan's voice drifted over again, with a hint of deliberate sarcasm. "Haven't you chatted before?"

Geng Xinyu couldn't help but roll her eyes.

This person definitely did it on purpose.

During training camp, everyone is training with the coach; there's no time to chat!
"Okay, get out of class dismissed!"

Coach Lin's voice came from the training room, and the teachers and students saluted each other.

A few seconds later, the glass door was pushed open, and a group of students aged seven or eight to twelve or thirteen filed out.

"Wow--"

"What a handsome older brother!"

"Oh my god, this older brother is so handsome!"

A group of girls instantly swarmed around Zheng Yifan as if they had discovered a new continent, pushing and shoving each other.

A little girl with a ponytail squeezed to the front, her big eyes sparkling:

Are you the new coach?

Zheng Yifan looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her waist: "Green and blue belt? Not bad. Are you in elementary or middle school?"

"Sixth grade!" The little girl excitedly tugged at her ponytail again. "Are you really the new coach? I've never seen you before! What time do you teach?"

Zheng Yifan smiled, but his eyes darted towards Geng Xinyu not far away: "Once you reach the red and black belt, I can teach you."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up even more. "Then I'll definitely come during summer vacation! I'll come every day during summer vacation!"

Several girls nearby joined in the commotion, bombarding the area with questions.

Zheng Yifan answered every question with the attitude of a model coach, but the corner of his eye never left a certain figure standing in the corner.

Geng Xinyu stood aside and waited until the flock of sparrows finally dispersed and walked towards the locker room before she walked towards the training room.

As he passed by Zheng Yifan, his voice reached my ears clearly:

"Alright, let's go inside and talk."

Geng Xinyu paused in her tracks.

"Let them go in and chat? Training camp is about to start, and he wants them to go in and chat? Is he here to chat or to lead the training?"
She quickened her pace, walked straight through the glass door, crossed the huge training ground, and went to the southernmost wall to begin stretching her legs.

The movements are standard, the posture is upright, and the eyes are not looking to the side.

Outside the glass door, Zheng Yifan looked at the back of the figure that ignored his non-existence and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This little rain, when he's not talking or kicking you, is actually quite cute.

He turned and walked toward Coach He's office, intending to ask how many red-black belt students were in today's 10:40 class.

And, how is that girl named Geng Xinyu doing in her training?

Inside the training room, sunlight streamed through the high windows onto the wooden floor, casting a long shadow of Geng Xinyu as she stretched her legs.

She kept her head down, but her ears were involuntarily perked up, listening to the sounds outside the glass door.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But my heartbeat still doesn't seem to have completely calmed down.

Why is Zheng Yifan everywhere?