Cultivation Shura Field

Faced with the praise from his elders, Xu Zhe just smiled and looked down at his phone.

It just so happened that Song Xingye sent me a text message not long ago: [There are a lot of essays in the Chinese homework, you can't possibly copy this one. ]

Xu Zhe: [Then forget about the composition, just do something else first. Composition and math can be put aside.]

Song Xingye: [I discovered that the order in which I wrote my winter vacation homework was actually arranged by you.]

Xu Zhe: [It doesn’t matter which comes first or later. ]

Song Xingye: [So how is your progress? Didn’t you say you were going to teach yourself all the math for junior high school? ]

Xu Zhe: [I brought a book, but I didn’t have much time to read it these past two days. I had to attend a family gathering.]

Song Xingye: [You can read books during the party. If you do that, your elder relatives will use you as a role model for their children, right?]

Xu Zhe: [I have already been regarded as a role model even though I haven’t read the book. If I bring out the book again, my younger brothers and sisters will hate me.]

Song Xingye: [You can also cook, you can show off your cooking skills to your relatives. ]

Xu Zhe: [That’s really not necessary…]

At this time, my cousin came over again.

My cousin yelled, “What are you looking at?”

My cousin also asked, "Is this my aunt's or uncle's phone?"

Xu Zhe dodged his cousin's outstretched arm and said, "This is mine. By the way, don't your parents let you play with your cell phone?"

The two elementary school students suddenly realized that they could still play with their mobile phones, so they turned around and asked their parents for their phones.

Xu Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and secretly decided to take out the book and read it next time. Even if it was suspected of being pretentious, at least it would give him another reason not to be disturbed.

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New Year's Eve, New Year's Day, New Year's Day... On the third day after the Spring Festival, Xu Zhe expressed his desire to go back.

The reason given to the parents was simple. As soon as Zeng Jing told them that he had learned the entire junior high school mathematics by himself in preparation for the test before signing up for the Mathematical Olympiad, she was eager to take her son back. After discussing with Xu Guowei, the couple took their son to visit both parents and took the bus back that night.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, on a cold winter night, Xu Zhe returned home with his parents. The first thing he did was to open his laptop to mine. Then he hid the laptop in a hidden place, took out his junior high school math study materials, and sat down at the desk.

But less than half a minute after I sat down, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

Xu Zhe: "What's the matter?"

Zeng Jing opened the door and said, "We checked the missed calls at home. There are more than a dozen, all from unfamiliar numbers. We think it might be for you. Do you want to check it out?"

In this era when mobile intelligence has not yet penetrated deeply into people's bones, many people memorize many phone numbers. But Xu Zhe does not have this habit. So he was in front of the landline in the living room, looking at the string of numbers, and could only scratch his head.

Then I called and a boy answered the phone.

"Hello, is this Xu Zhe? Why is no one answering your phone?"

After two seconds of silence, he realized that the person on the other end of the phone this time was Wen Hao.

Xu Zhe: "Wenhao? How do you know my home number?"

Wenhao: "What are you talking about? We talked on the phone before! I haven't contacted you for only one or two years. Did you forget about it?"

According to Xu Zhe's subjective feeling, it was not just one or two years.

"Okay, so why did you call so many times? Is there something serious?"

"The big thing is that it's my birthday tomorrow."

Xu Zhe thought about it for a moment and asked, "What are your plans for your birthday?"

Wenhao: "I told you it's my buddy's birthday, you should have insisted that you must come, why are you asking me what plans I have?"

Xu Zhe knew that this guy always liked to pretend to be a chivalrous man in front of him, but in fact, he was not much different from a geek. So he smiled and asked, "Then just tell me, how many people celebrated your birthday?"

Wenhao: “…three.”

Xu Zhe: "Does it count as you and me?"

Wenhao: “…Okay.”

Xu Zhe couldn't help but laugh: "No, there were only three people at your birthday party?"

Wenhao: "Then why don't you help me call for help!"

Xu Zhe: "Okay, I should be able to call another person out tomorrow, but it's a girl, is that okay?"

Wenhao: "Girls are better! Then hurry up and go get some people! We'll have lunch tomorrow at noon and play in the afternoon. It will be more fun with more people."

Xu Zhe hung up the phone and dialed Tang Lingfei's home number again.

It was Tang Lingfei herself who answered the phone, not her parents. Xu Zhe could guess without asking that the girl must be watching TV in the living room, so the phone was right next to her and she could easily pick it up.

Tang Lingfei: "Xu Zhe, you are finally home?"

Xu Zhe: "Yes, I have something to ask you. Are you free tomorrow?"

Tang Lingfei sighed: "I'm not free in the morning. I have to go to cram school..."

Xu Zhe: "What about after the morning class? For example, are you free at noon?"

Tang Lingfei: "You're free from noon. Why, do you want to ask my sister out to play?"

Xu Zhe chuckled: "If I remember correctly, I am older than you."

Tang Lingfei: "Only half a year old!"

Xu Zhe: "Anyway, you can just call me brother. Let me make a deal first. My friend has a birthday party tomorrow. You can come with me at noon."

There was a hint of excitement in Tang Lingfei's voice, and she agreed very happily: "Okay!"

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Chapter 56 Why are the flowers so red?

2023-09-06

The friend that Wenhao called over was a tall, thin boy wearing glasses named Sun Zhiyuan. Last year, when he was in the sixth grade, he, Xu Zhe, and Wenhao were in the same class, and they had a lot to talk about.

But when I saw it today, it seemed a little different.

The meeting place we agreed to meet was the only KFC in the city. For a thirteen-year-old's birthday, a meal here was considered good.

The four of them took their plates and found seats to sit down. Tang Lingfei naturally sat next to Xu Zhe, and Wen Hao and Sun Zhiyuan sat opposite them.

Sun Zhiyuan took a bite of the burger and suddenly asked, "What are you guys playing recently?"

Wenhao: "What do you mean by playing..."

Sun Zhiyuan: "For example, have you played any interesting games recently?"

Wenhao: "I would like to play, but my parents won't let me. The computer at home needs a password to turn on."

Tang Lingfei: "I watch TV, read novels, and sometimes borrow Xu Zhe's PSP to play."

Sun Zhiyuan: “PSP?”

Wenhao: "Xu Zhe, you still have this!"

The two boys immediately became excited.

But Xu Zhe certainly had no interest in showing off his game to his friends like a normal first-year boy. He just shook his head and said, "My parents are watching me, and I don't play it much."

Wenhao expressed his doubt: "That's not right. You've already ranked first in the grade, and they still care about you playing games?"

Sun Zhiyuan sighed, "If you had told me last year that Xu Zhe would be the top student in the class or the top student in the grade, I would never have believed it."

Tang Lingfei smiled and said, "We didn't dare to believe it at first, but he did very well in the monthly exams, midterm exams, and final exams, so we had to believe it."

Sun Zhiyuan patted Wenhao on the shoulder and said, "Don't talk about studying during the winter vacation. After we finish eating, where are we going to play? Do you have any plans?"

Wenhao: "You can come to my house and watch TV—"

"Hey, what's so good about TV!" Sun Zhiyuan interrupted, "I've been playing billiards recently. Let me tell you, it's fun! How about we go play billiards?"

This entertainment option stunned both Wen Hao and Tang Lingfei.

Xu Zhe asked, "Who will pay for the table?"

Sun Zhiyuan put his arm around Wenhao's shoulders and said with a smile, "We have a birthday boy! Wenhao's parents must have given him money for his birthday."

Xu Zhe watched coldly.

In primary school, Sun Zhiyuan was a playful person. Now as he grows older, he has a new hobby. He plays billiards, but the problem is that he seems to be using the name of celebrating his friend's birthday to deliberately take advantage of his friend and get the billiard table fee for himself.

However, before Xu Zhe could say anything to stop him, Wen Hao nodded: "Then let's go and give it a try."

Sun Zhiyuan looked at Xu Zhe and asked with a smile: "You won't tell your parents or teachers about this, right?"

Xu Zhe asked back: "Why do you think I would sue my parents?"

Sun Zhiyuan spread his hands and said, "Because you are a good student now. Good students are very well behaved, right? If the teacher tells you not to go to the billiard hall, you won't go..."

Xu Zhe smiled slightly: "I'm not a good kid, and those who play billiards are not necessarily bad students. So, which billiard hall are you going to?"

Sun Zhiyuan: "There is one near the school, behind the beef noodle shop."

Xu Zhe: "It's good. I've been there before."

This shocked Tang Lingfei and Wen Hao.

"Xu Zhe, have you ever played billiards?"

"When did you go?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "Life is about experience. It's good to try new things."

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The billiard hall that Sun Zhiyuan was talking about was the one that Gao Xuefei took him to after the final exam.

The person guarding the counter in the billiard hall was still the short-haired girl named Shen Lan.

"Sister, please open a case for us." Sun Zhiyuan shouted.

Shen Lan raised her head and glanced at Xu Zhe. When her eyes fell on him, she paused for less than a second, but her expression did not change. She just quietly turned on the light on the table, then stood up and walked over to set up the balls.

Sun Zhiyuan picked up a golf club: "Wenhao, have you ever played this? Do you want me to teach you?"

Wen Hao shook his head: "Xu Zhe has fought before, you two can fight first, I'll watch."

Tang Lingfei stood nearby with her hands on her hips, determined to be a serious audience.

Xu Zhe said as he picked up the club: "You go first."

Sun Zhiyuan walked to the table, got ready, and hit the ball hard. However, the white ball did not knock away the colored balls as he wished - he slipped and the white ball rolled weakly to the side.

The sharp contrast between the gritting teeth and the actual weakness of the shot was so stark that Tang Lingfei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wenhao also asked with a smile: "Is it the club or the ball that is wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just forgot to apply gun powder." Sun Zhiyuan frowned, picked up the gun powder and swirled it on the club head a few times, then hit the club with force again.

This time, not only did the ball tee off as planned, but one of the colored balls also went into the hole during the collision between each other.

Sun Zhiyuan smiled happily: "I got half a color, so I'll play half a color. Um, I don't need to tell you the rules, right?"

Xu Zhe shook his head: "You continue."

Sun Zhiyuan continued to hit the next shot.

However, Xu Zhe discovered that his friend's billiards posture was far inferior to his own standard, nor as good as Gao Xuefei's, not to mention compared with masters like Shen Lan.

When Sun Zhiyuan was aiming, his upper body was not lying down, and his left hand, which was used to hold the club, was not steady enough, so the club was a little shaky before it was released. In this case, even if he aimed carefully, how could he be accurate?

Sure enough, with this shot, the ball was several centimeters away from the target hole.

"It's your turn." Sun Zhiyuan took a step back.

Xu Zhe observed for a few seconds, then lay down on the table, raised the cue, aimed, and hit the ball.

The first ball he chose was not far from the hole and not far from the white ball, so it was very easy.

So Xu Zhe hit a hole-in-one.

Sun Zhiyuan's face froze.

On the second shot, the ball was a little far from the hole, but the angle was still very straight.