Marry a Rich Old Man

In the classroom in the early morning, before the teacher came, it seemed a bit noisy.

An Wuyang walked into the classroom and walked towards his seat, unaware of his appearance, causing a burst of sideways glances in the class.

Who is this?

Their team was formed only half a month ago, but they couldn't stand the lack of people. When they were training together, the girls almost picked up the boys who were slightly pleasing to the eye in the class.

At that time, I had never seen such a clean and temperamental boy.

"Morning." An Wuyang sat down, put down his backpack, took off his hat, and greeted Wen Ling next door.

Then I was sensitive to discover that many students cast strange eyes on me.

He didn't dodge either, he raised his eyebrows and returned a smiling face.

"...Morning, did you cut your hair?" Wen Ling took a look at An Wuyang, and found that the other party had not only cut his hair, but also abandoned his ugly black-rimmed glasses.

"Well, it's been cut." An Wuyang touched his hair, looking very satisfied with his hair, and said, "The hair was too long before, blocking the view and affecting the study."

Wen Ling was speechless for a while: "..."

To be honest, after sitting at the same table for so long, he really didn't realize that An Wuyang is a student who loves to study.

Brother Yuan Hang at the back table was dumbfounded, and saw An Wuyang sitting down in front of him, and then recognized that this guy was his classmate Xiao An, damn, he was so handsome.

As a senior four-eyed person, he was heartbroken: "Student Xiao An, why don't you wear glasses all of a sudden?"

Damn, to choose contact lenses just to look handsome, this is a symbol of depravity!

"Morning, brother Yuanhang, I'm actually not near-sighted," An Wuyang said with a smile, pointing to the tennis racket he brought: "I'm going to the tennis club with Wen Ling to train in the afternoon, so it's inconvenient to wear glasses."

Xu Yuanhang felt that he had been hurt by ten thousand points: "What are you talking about... you actually joined the tennis club secretly?"

Wait, is that the ace club full of handsome guys that the girls in their class are talking about?

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the boy in light-colored sportswear, with a tennis racket on his back, walked to the training place of the tennis club with his tall and handsome friend.

"The people from the school team are here." Someone shouted beside him.

An Wuyang and Wen Ling turned their heads when they heard the sound, and were surprised to see five or six boys wearing uniforms walking towards them.

When you see them carrying or carrying tennis rackets, you know they are members of the tennis club.

Indeed, as the rumors say, these few are tall and good-looking, and each has its own characteristics and aura.

Therefore, when a group is dispatched, not to mention the girls around are staring intently, even the boys... can't help but stop and watch.

"Ah—President Xunwu is so handsome..." There was a girl's appreciation in the crowd, breaking the silence.

An Wuyang saw with sharp eyes that the handsome senior at the head curled his mouth towards the source of the sound, but his calm eyes gave off a sense of alienation without emotion.

They walked past An Wuyang and Wen Ling.

"It looks very powerful..." An Wuyang murmured as he followed the backs of the team of people with his gaze.

Wen Ling smiled lightly, patted his deskmate on the shoulder and said, "As long as you practice hard, you can be so good."

An Wuyang immediately nodded confidently: "Yeah!" Anyway, their family has a national runner-up master!

"Let's go!" He greeted Wen Ling, and followed the team of handsome seniors in front of him briskly.

Today is the day when this year's first-year freshmen make their debut in the club.

New members who join the club need to report to the manager.

In the small office at this time, the president Zhang Xunwu took the list given by the manager and quickly browsed through it: "Is this the newcomer this year? So few?"

The disgusted manager roared with an itchy face, "Didn't you say you want to raise the standards for joining the company?"

With all kinds of conditions suppressed, of course there will be fewer newcomers who meet the standards.

The president of the tennis club put on a disdainful face: "Is that considered high?"

Manager: "...For yourself, of course it doesn't count." But this is an ordinary university, please!

"Well, hello..." An Wuyang didn't want to disturb the people inside, but they had been standing at the door for a long time, and it seemed that they could only knock on the door to interrupt.

"Come in." The two people in the room stopped bickering and turned to look at the strange face at the door.

"Newcomer?" Zhang Xunwu glanced at the words on the list and asked, "What's your name?"

An Wuyang and Wen Ling walked in, and took turns introducing themselves, "My name is Wen Ling, hello, seniors."

"My name is An Wuyang, hello, seniors."

The president and the manager silently looked at the two newcomers who joined the club, feeling a strong sense of strangeness in their hearts: "..." They seriously suspected that the recruiting officers in the club were selected on the basis of appearance, otherwise How can it be so even...

"Do you know how to play tennis? To what extent?" Zhang Xunwu asked in a cold tone.

"Yes, I played in high school for three years and played in provincial tournaments." Wen Ling replied, with a gentle smile on his face, looking extraordinarily harmless to humans and animals.

"What about you?" Zhang Xunwu's eyes moved to the short man next door.

"I, I'm just learning." An Wuyang said a little nervously, and took off his hat to show respect: "But I will work hard, please teach me a lot, senior."

As he spoke, he bowed politely, acting very humble and polite.

Zhang Xunwu raised his eyebrows in surprise, because it is very difficult to see such a well-behaved child now, he was very surprised.

After all, it's just a school club, and the atmosphere is generally not as good as one-tenth of that of vocational training.

People come to study, but they are only interested in it, and they don't take the seniors seriously at all.

Therefore, Zhang Xunwu immediately had a good impression of this elementary school boy. He raised his palm and said: "Stand up, don't be so cautious, we are just hitting casually."

The manager wiped his sweat aside, even he didn't believe what he said.

Although the Shangda Tennis Club is yearned for by everyone, it is also called the Devil's Club, okay?

"Thank you..." An Wuyang said with a smile, raised his head to look at the senior with a familiar face, and really asked casually: "Excuse me, is the senior the president of the tennis club?"

Out of the desire not to see the elementary school boy being bored, the manager at the side immediately replied, "Yes, he is the president."

At the same time, he is a very bad-tempered snake man!It's okay to bother him less!

"Hmm, I'm the president." Zhang Xunwu answered again, put the list in his hand on the manager's desk, and said, "Come with me to the training ground. Since you don't have the foundation, you have to hurry up and learn."

Manager: "There are newcomers, don't wait any longer!"

Zhang Xunwu folded his arms and confessed as he walked: "I'll leave it to you, I don't have time to waste time here."

Wen Ling and An Wuyang looked at each other, bid farewell to the manager obediently, and then hurriedly followed the president who had a strong aura...and seemed extraordinarily willful.

Walking to the training ground, I saw other members of the club practicing seriously from a distance.

The sound of a tennis ball falling to the ground, and the sound of hitting a racket came one by one.

For Wen Ling, this is a familiar memory, which makes him feel a deep sense of intimacy.

"Since you are a veteran who has played games, let's practice with them," Zhang Xunwu pointed to the school team members over there, and ordered, then glanced back at the slightly green An Wuyang: "You and I come."

Wen Ling, who was assigned, showed hesitation, and also looked at An Wuyang: "President, do you want me to teach him the basics?"

Zhang Xunwu waved his hand: "Don't bother, it's my pleasure to lead rookies occasionally." He glanced at Wen Ling: "You don't want to deprive the president of the fun, do you?"

"..." What else can Wen Ling say, he can only pat the arm of the deskmate: "Then you follow the president and study hard, I will go over there first and wait for you."

The boy holding the tennis racket nodded, and calmly watched his deskmate go to a class that he couldn't reach for the time being, and secretly decided to practice more.

"Give it to me." Zhang Xunwu took the tennis racket in his arms, opened the bag, and found that it was a professional-level racket. He was very surprised: "Yo, it's very thoughtful."

It was a particularly good racket. He waved it and muttered, "It feels good."

An Wuyang rolled his eyes, and started talking with a smile on his face: "My partner helped me choose him. He once won the runner-up in the national junior team, and he is also very good at tennis."

After finishing speaking, he scratched his head embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, President..." I accidentally became a show-off maniac, and introduced my partner in such a proud and ostentatious tone, how can I get so fat?

But I really can't help it!

Proud to have such a wonderful and charming partner.

"Huh?" The runner-up of the national youth group?

Zhang Xunwu asked sharply, "Is it from the past few years?" If so, he knew them all, but those guys were all men.

"That's not true, it was many years ago." The little angel silently calculated in her heart, one, two, three, four... a full 17 years ago!

He was so guilty that he didn't dare to speak out, for fear of scaring the president.

"Is that so?" Zhang Xunwu didn't get to the bottom of it, he looked at the white and clean junior, and began to teach him the basics of tennis: "Okay, look clearly, hold the racket like this, raise your arms when swinging a little……"

To be honest, the slender arms and legs of this elementary school boy do not conform to President Zhang's aesthetics at all.

He believes that the seed players who play tennis should be tall and slender, rather than thin and thin, who seem to be unable to hit a powerful serve at all.

"Okay, President." An Wuyang nodded, took the racket, and posed in a standard pose very seriously.

At first glance, there are signs that professionals have taught it, and there is no need for others to point it out!

Hate……

President Zhang, who was deprived of fun, curled his lips indifferently, feeling inexplicably displeased with the tennis player of the rookie's family.

"Try to catch the ball."

He got serious, took his racket, and jumped up to deliver a medium-difficulty par serve.

An Wuyang's eyes widened, and he found that the opponent's feed was completely different from Huo Yunchuan's, it was a ball that he could not catch smoothly.

But he still wants to try his best!

When the tennis ball flew out from near the racket, he landed on both feet, calmly accepted the fact that he was bad,

"Huh..." An Wuyang put his finger on the brim of his hat, looked up at the unsurprising president, he showed an apologetic but not frustrated smile, then turned his head to look for the yellow ball.

"..." The young man standing across from him holding the racket was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

So let's stop here, he thinks the character of the elementary school boy is quite cute.

Next, the members of the school team next door were stunned, watching their president who was a snake spirit patiently teaching the newcomers who joined the club patiently... Is this the president they know? !

Can't believe it.

Every time the tennis club trains, the surroundings of the court are full of water.

The girls who didn't have to go to class circled the court round and round, sometimes quietly watching their male god, and sometimes cheering for a beautiful serve of the male god.

"Our president Xunwu is so handsome! I really want to join the tennis club!"

"It's a pity that the tennis club is not very friendly to girls. The conditions for girls to join the tennis club are more stringent than boys."

A boy next to him said, "Of course, because you girls have impure motives. You didn't join the club just to play tennis. The president will blame you."

At this time, a voice said: "Hey, who is that boy who practiced with the president? Does he look familiar?"

"Who is it?" Because of her words, everyone started to pay attention to the boy opposite Zhang Xunwu.

Light-colored sportswear, slender limbs, fair skin, and a small face, he looks like a beautiful boy, not to mention, he looks familiar.

Like which public figure?

"Is it an Internet celebrity?" The students who didn't know what to do guessed.

"No... wait," the girl who spoke suddenly took out her mobile phone with excitement, and looked through the pictures she saved: "Oh my God! I seem to know who he is!"

It’s the weibo blogger who showed love between men and men that I saw the day before yesterday. Although the blogger in the photo has a different hairstyle from the handsome teenager on the court, if you look closely, the sportswear he is wearing and the racket he is holding are exactly the same !

Huo's wife, a girl who was new to the sky, put away her mobile phone and excitedly rushed into the stadium, shouting with all her strength: "Xiao Tiantian——"

Damn it, she met Xiao Tiantian, Bentian!

The familiar address made An Wuyang, who was playing, startled for a moment, and just looked at the girl who spoke in such a stupid way... Ah, are you calling yourself?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The girl was so excited that she didn't know what to do. When she saw An Wuyang's face, she was sure that the other party was her new fan, Xiao Tiantian. She was so excited that she was like a mother who had been separated for many years. She yelled again: "Xiaotian Sweet——I love you! I'm your mother's fan!"

An Wuyang was stunned, really: "..."

At this moment, the dull head on his neck was thinking: Who am I? !Where am I?Am I exposed? !