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Later, I learned from my mom that Wang Ze had really tried every possible means, even going so far as to act as a matchmaker to introduce himself to my mom as a potential son-in-law. The Miai last week was actually with Wang Ze. But since Wang Ze didn't see me, he panicked and contacted my mom, who then went straight to Rongcheng. Ha! I never expected that Wang Ze would go to such lengths for me.
When I heard these things, I was very angry and wanted to beat him up.
But when I calmed down and thought about it, it was thanks to him that my relationship with Zhou Heng was able to stabilize. At least my mom knows he is a Taoist and didn't act too aggressively.
After finally sending my mom away, I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched her enter the train station.
These days, Ms. Giang Mei has really been giving me a hard time. Although she opposed my relationship with Zhou Heng, it wasn't as strong as before. I just don't know how she will explain this to my dad when she goes back.
When I'm not dating, I'm forced to go on Miai s every day. But when I am dating, I get nagged by my mom every day. I'll start work next week, my vacation time is up, and I have no reason to continue lazing around at home. Yao Yao told me that there are some issues with Mr. Zhou's case and I may need to go back to handle it. I don't know if there are real problems with the case or if Mr. Zhou is deliberately making things difficult.
Just the thought of him being Zhou Heng's father makes me feel awkward. Should I interact with him as a client or as Zhou Heng's father? I'm very conflicted, especially considering my clear understanding of his relationship with the the Chiang family. Maintaining my distance from Mr. Zhou is a question that requires deep consideration.
Early this morning, I drove to Lingya Mountain. I had made plans with Zhou Heng to watch a basketball game. I'm actually looking forward to seeing Zhou Heng play basketball. I often see him being quiet, but I rarely see him in action.
Familiar roads, familiar scenery, I walk down the cable car with light steps. Thinking that I will soon see Zhou Heng, I feel full of energy. Zhou Heng's call came, "Xiao Meng, after getting off the cable car, remember to walk along the main road on your left, don't turn. Lingya Mountain Elementary School, don't get lost."
"Don't worry, I've got the navigation."
Zhou Heng seemed very busy, exchanged a few hurried words with me, and then hung up the phone.
He had told me earlier that today's basketball game was not at the gym, but at Lingya Mountain Elementary School halfway up the mountain.
It's quite strange that this elementary school built halfway up the mountain has surprisingly good enrollment, with many students coming from unknown origins.
This hidden school has even attracted countless parents.
I wonder if it's the popularity of Qingyun Temple that has boosted Lingya Mountain Elementary School, or if it's Lingya Mountain Elementary School that has boosted the popularity of Qingyun Temple.
I followed the mobile navigation and walked forward. The dense trees stood tall along the road, with branches extending and slowly connecting into a canopy. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled shadows, as if entering a secret realm. I greedily breathed in the scent of grass in the air, and my mood became particularly good. With Zhou Heng, everything becomes beautiful.
Unconsciously, I have already arrived near the school. Through the tall fence, I see a group of people warming up on the playground. They are wearing sports uniforms and look quite professional. I stop and look for Zhou Heng's figure. Coach Zhou is also wearing a sports uniform today. I am looking forward to seeing him in his sportswear.
"Excuse me, are you trying to go in, or...?"
I was searching earnestly when suddenly a girl's voice appeared beside me.
I turned my head and saw a young woman standing behind me, pursing her lips.
She was dressed in sportswear, with her hair tied up high, looking full of energy.
I hurriedly explained, "I came to watch the game."
She was surprised at first, then with a hint of apology, she said, "Today's game is not open to the public, I'm sorry..."
Obviously, she thought I was just a tourist who came to join in the fun.
"You've misunderstood me. I'm here to watch Master Zhou play, as we had arranged," I said.
After I finished speaking, the girl's expression changed suddenly, and she looked at me with a probing look.
In the end, the faint smile on her face diminished, and she just asked me, "Is it Zhou Heng Master?"
I smiled and said, "Yes."
She glanced at me, the previous enthusiasm gone, and simply said, "Follow me."
I felt her change in mood and wondered if I had said something wrong. She led me through the school gate and said as we walked, "I've seen plenty of women like you, who stake out and pry into Master Zhou just to see him. I don't mean to burst your bubble, but what kind of person is Master Zhou?" Her words made me extremely uncomfortable.
It seems that Zhou Heng is extremely popular, with female pilgrims often coming to Qingyun Temple to wait for him. And she mistook me for one of those female pilgrims. I felt frustrated and angry.
She glanced at me with a disdainful look and said, "Even if you meet Master Zhou, it's useless." Then she smiled meaningfully, as if mocking my overestimation of myself. Pointing not far away, she told me, "There's Master Zhou over there. You'd better be sensible, just watch the game and don't disturb them playing."
I didn't have time to say half a word before she turned and walked away.
From a distance, I saw Zhou Heng in a white basketball uniform, his tall and straight figure standing out among the crowd. Today, he tied up all his hair, reve Ye Ling a clean forehead, and he looked very masculine and handsome.
I found that he looks particularly good in white, always able to bring out his temperament to the fullest.
There are quite a few people standing with me, probably twenty or thirty, and I don't know their identities. But I can guess that there must be female pilgrims who have come for Zhou Heng. Feeling a little uneasy, I sat dejectedly on the nearby flower terrace. Zhou Heng didn't see me, but that's okay, it doesn't matter, one more person won't make much difference.
I sat there with a sulky mood, feeling upset by myself.
" Daoist Ling."
Master Xiao Chen didn't know that what times had come over, he still had a smiling face.
Today, he was wearing a basketball uniform, which was a far cry from the image of a Daoist robe. I almost didn't recognize him.
"Senior Brother Zhou, I have to go on stage soon, so I don't have time to come over. I'm afraid you'll feel lonely, so he asked me to come and accompany you."
Master Xiao Chen's words made my original sullenness dissipate a bit.
"I said with a hint of sarcasm, 'He's coming over like a flood, but I'm afraid before he even reaches me, someone will have taken him away.' Master Xiao Chen was puzzled, not understanding my meaning, and I didn't feel like explaining. The competition was about to begin, so I quickly got up and stood in the audience's area."
Master Xiao Chen touched his head awkwardly, probably wondering what I meant just now.
A sharp whistle blew, and the intense competition began.
Cheers and shouts around me echoed in my ears: "Qingyun Temple, go for it."
"Come on, Baiyun Guan."
Oh my goodness, the momentum is bigger than I imagined.
On the field, the white and red teams are fiercely competing.
Zhou Heng quickly took the ball, dodged the red team with swift movements, and leaped towards the basket. With a quick press of the wrist, the basketball flew towards the backboard. It circled around the rim before finally dropping into the net. The crowd erupted into cheers as the white team took the lead.
His movements are neat and efficient, combined with a natural posture and tall figure, so even playing ball looks pleasing to the eye. I know the female pilgrims present all noticed. Sigh! I never expected that having a Taoist boyfriend would also lead to jealousy over a rival. I'm truly amazed.
"I knew Master Zhou would definitely score a goal."
I turned around and saw the woman who had led me in just now, she was chatting happily with Master Xiao Chen. It turns out they know each other, it seems that she and Zhou Heng should also be familiar with each other.
"Lixiang, aren't you supposed to be working today? I thought you wouldn't come."
"I took a leave, and you guys are having a match. How could I not come," Lixiang said with a bright smile.
I probably understand now. This girl named Lixiang is not really interested in the wine. I should have guessed from her sarcastic tone just now.
They chatted and laughed, but I felt even more depressed, and I was also absent-minded when watching the match.
Finally, the competition is over.
The final result is 19:18, Qingyun Temple won.
That group of people walked over, including Zhou Heng, and I saw him walking straight towards me.
Tiny beads of sweat hung on his forehead, and his already sharp features appeared even more profound in the sunlight.
He walked towards me with a gentle smile, and not wanting to disappoint him, I forced a smile to congratulate him.
" Master Zhou."
Lixiang ran up with a smile and handed over a towel, considerately saying, "Quick, wipe off the sweat."
Zhou Heng was a bit reserved, but ultimately accepted the towel with gratitude.
"Today, your performance was really outstanding. It was those few shots you made that led us to win against Baiyun Temple."
Lixiang's flattery, I hear it, but it makes me angry.
Zhou Heng just responded with a polite smile, "Actually, it's all thanks to everyone's good cooperation."
" Master Zhou, last time I said I wanted to learn calligraphy from you. I've already prepared the brushes and ink. I wonder when Master will have time to teach me?"
She has been following Zhou Heng, continuing to say, "You write so well. If I could learn half as much as you, I would be content." Zhou Heng was held back by her and didn't come over for a long time, despite the short distance. I was waiting impatiently on the side, and when Master Xiao Chen saw my displeased expression, he deliberately said, "Hey, it's so hot today. Daoist Ling, are you thirsty? Let me take you over there to sit for a while."
I know what he means, Zhou Heng may not be able to get away for a while.
Who is Lixiang after all, and why is Zhou Heng treating her differently from the usual Pilgrims?
And Master Xiao Chen's strange look, the more I look at it, the more unsettled I feel.
Seeing me staring straight at him, Master Xiao Chen nervously avoided my gaze and chuckled, "You don't have to go. It's nice here too."
"Master Xiao Chen, just say what you want to say."
His evasiveness only made me more curious about the relationship between Zhou Heng and Lixiang.
Master Xiao Chen scratching his head, looking around, he must be thinking about his lines.
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