Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

Recently Ning Xiaobei has a lot of preoccupations, even Fan Xia, whose nerves are thicker than a steel pipe, can see it.But his boss's mouth is tighter than a clam shell, no matter how he plays tricks and tries to get some words out of Ning Xiaobei's mouth, the other party just doesn't say a word.

In the middle of the physical education class that day, Ning Xiaobei hugged his arms and leaned calmly against the back door of the gymnasium, watching the crowd running and jumping on the playground.

Their physical education teacher was surnamed Shan, an honorary soldier, nicknamed "Sweet Potato Cake".

"Sweet Potato Cake" is a fashionable old man. He used to be a professional athlete of the Shanghai Javelin Team in his early years. He participated in the National Games. He wore a blue sportswear with the word "Shanghai" printed on his chest all year round. The hairstyle of the hard-core male star Ken Takakura in "Manhunt" is so chic.

Ning Xiaobei vaguely remembered seeing him in the district gym by chance more than ten years after he graduated from university.At that time, the old man was in his 80s, and he was still very energetic. He led a group of old men to ride bicycles to exercise, and the young men who looked at the muscles on their bodies were all jealous.

If Ning Jianguo had only half of Teacher Shan in good health, he wouldn't have a sudden onset... Of course, that kid Ding Zheyang should also be responsible for this matter.

Ning Xiaobei narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw Ding Zheyang panting for breath after running the prescribed number of laps and walking towards the cement sink, so he followed silently.

Although "Sweet Potato Cake" is good at javelins, there are always only three axes in physical education class-running, running and running.

[-] laps for boys and [-] laps for girls. Free activities after running.As long as you don't sit on the ground and rest, you can do whatever you want.

After Fan Xia finished his run, he greeted his brothers to play football together as usual, and "Sweet Potato Cake" acted as a referee for them, looking at Fan Xia with eyes full of admiration and love.

When Fan Xia first entered the preparatory class, Teacher Shan once thought he was a sports student in Class [-]. After all, his physical fitness is so good, and his performance in long-distance running and high jump is no less than those specially trained young athletes.Later, after learning that not only was he recommended to enter the school, but also that his grades were quite good in the first class, "Sweet Potato Cake" felt very complicated.

First of all, he really wanted to train Fan Xia into a professional athlete. If he got older, he might not be able to make it in time.Secondly, I feel that he is so good at studying, it would be a pity to give up his studies.After struggling for a long time, I had to let him go.

Behind the gymnasium, Chang Leyun and a few girls were dancing rubber bands, and there were some shuttlecock kickers and sandbag throwers. Ning Xiaobei ran past them and followed Ding Zheyang not too far away.

"There is class here, where is this kid going? Doesn't it look like he is going to the canteen to buy water?"

Watching him go further and further away, Ning Xiaobei couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Accidentally, the hem of his clothes hooked to the wisteria flower stand at the side, and the girls who were hiding under the flower stand and chatting, talking about various stars and TV plots suddenly turned their heads in fright.

"Shh."

He and Zhuang Li stretched out their index fingers together and made a soft gesture.

"Is 'Sweet Potato Cake' coming to arrest people? Are you going to run again?"

Zhuang Li didn't know what to stuff quickly into the capacious school uniform, and asked nervously.

"It's okay, I'm passing by, you continue to talk."

Although it passed by in a flash, the sharp-eyed Ning Xiaobei still saw the profile of Leonardo DiCaprio on the cover of the booklet.

Well, Zhuang Li, didn’t you write in that elementary school composition that you only liked Alan Tam for the rest of your life, and now you have crossed a foreign wall.

He chuckled, and continued to chase after Ding Zheyang's figure.

"Scared me."

Seeing Ning Xiaobei walking away, Zhuang Li stuck out her tongue and took out her newly bought album.Then I saw several girls around me staring at Ning Xiaobei's back with intoxicated eyes.

"Xiao Bei is really handsome... he is good at reading and gentle. A few days ago, he saw that my bicycle tire was flat, and he offered to help me pump it up."

"Yeah, all the boys in the class are terribly annoying. Only Ning Xiaobei, who never pulls girls' hair, doesn't scream and run around, is clean, just like a nobleman in a comic book."

"You don't like him, do you?"

"Bullshit! I just appreciate it, the same way I admire DiCaprio."

"But I think Fan Xia is more handsome. He looks really stylish when he plays football."

"But he's so dark."

"What do you know? This is called 'healthy beauty'. Foreigners go to the beach to bask in the sun when they have nothing to do, deliberately tanning themselves."

"What about Lin Ziying?"

"He looks so handsome paying for the whole class to drink soda, hahaha..."

The girls giggled.

Finally, after turning two turns, Ning Xiaobei came to the Zinanying car parking shed in the junior high school.

"so troublesome……"

Putting down the tools in his hands and wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ding Zheyang, who was half squatting, rubbed his oiled hands on his pants casually.Suddenly he heard a sporadic rustling sound behind him, turned his head and saw a pair of snow-white sneakers.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Ning Xiaobei who appeared in the carport at some point, Ding Zheyang took a breath and turned to run.

In the end, before he could stand up, Ning Xiaobei grabbed him by the collar and pressed him against the iron pillar beside him.

"Whose car is that? What are you running?"

Ning Xiaobei looked at the car again—isn't this the car of Geng Enhua who fell on the bridge that day?A large piece of paint fell off the back seat, probably from that day.

It is said that Geng Enhua is currently in the third class, and his life is not good.He claimed that he used to be a student in class one, so he was very rude to the students in class three, and he judged people with his nostrils every day.So the people in the third class didn't like him.

According to the information obtained from Fan Xia, who made friends all over the grade, Geng Enhua fell on the way home a few days ago and lost one of his front teeth, now he is nicknamed "A Tooth".

Although this guy was originally fat and full of acne, but the loss of a front tooth was too unsightly. He took a day off yesterday to go to the dental clinic, waiting for the doctor to schedule porcelain teeth.

This incident was reported back to Class [-], and the girls clapped their hands and applauded, saying that God has eyes and punished the villain.

Only Ning Xiaobei, who had witnessed everything that day, knew in his heart that there might be something tricky here.

"I...you let me go."

Behind the thick glasses, Ding Zheyang's light brown eyes were full of panic. Ning Xiaobei tightly gripped his bony arms, and he couldn't break free several times.

"You come with me."

Even though it was not school time, no one would come to the carport, but Ning Xiaobei still dragged him to the back door of the basketball hall.

"Why did you tamper with Geng Enhua's car?"

A bright light flashed across Ning Xiaobei's eyes, "He was riding well on the bridge that day, but suddenly he fell... Did you do it?"

"What, what wrestling, I don't know what you're talking about? I want to go back, let me go."

Ding Zheyang struggled unceasingly.

"Why did you follow Geng Enhua? How long have you been following him? What did you do to his car just now?"

Ning Xiaobei's barrage of questions pushed Ding Zheyang into a corner.

"Ahhh!"

He yelled loudly, as if being caught by a red-eyed rabbit, with all his strength, he waved his hands indiscriminately, and Ning Xiaobei was caught off guard.

"What are you doing? 'Frog with Four Eyes', you are going to die! How dare you attack my boss!"

Fan Xia kicked half the ball and was looking for Ning Xiaobei everywhere.Hearing the strange noise coming from the back of the basketball hall, he hurried over to take a look, and saw the scene in front of him.

"I can't kick you to death!"

He thought that Ding Zheyang was bold and bullying Ning Xiaobei, so he climbed over the railing, raised his leg and was about to kick Ding Zheyang.

"Fan Xia, don't be impulsive!"

"Boss, get out of the way. I've been displeased with this for a long time, so I'll settle the score together today."

Seeing that something was wrong, Ning Xiaobei hurriedly hugged him from behind, wrapping his hands tightly around his chest.

"Are you stupid? Run!"

Seeing that kid Ding Zheyang was still standing there in a daze, Ning Xiaobei yelled at him.

Ding Zheyang woke up like a dream, turned around and ran to the playground, making Fan Xia furious.

"Boss, what are you doing? Didn't you get into trouble with him? Why don't you let me teach him a lesson by the way."

"I'm afraid you'll fall to your death on the way home. I'm trying to save you."

Ning Xiaobei let go of the confused Fan Xia, walked back to the car shed, and stood where Ding Zheyang was squatting.

There was a pair of pliers on the ground, which was dropped by Ding Zheyang.

"What kind of enmity does this kid have with him..."

Ning Xiaobei was speechless.

It should have been Ding Zheyang who secretly broke the steel needle of Geng Enhua's bicycle with a vise.The car was running fine on flat ground, but when it got on the bridge, the steel needle couldn't bear the force, and Geng Enhua fell down.

"Fan Xia, are you free this Friday?"

He picked up the vise and stuffed it back into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"I'm free, I won't go back to my dad's house until Saturday."

Fan Xia looked at him puzzled.

"On Friday night, Chang Leyun is going to the Children's Palace to practice dancing... so, how about we go to a classmate's house that day?"

"Whose house? Lin Ziying's house?"

When it was mentioned that he was going out to play, Fan Xia immediately regained his spirits.

Last semester, the two brothers were warmly invited by Lin Ziying's father to visit his small villa in the city.

Before that, Fan Xia always thought that there were only old bungalows in the city, and the newly built villas were all in the suburbs.Facts have proved that he doesn't understand the happiness of rich people at all. In order to solve his son's household registration problem and make it easier for his son to go to school, the Wenzhou boss bought a three-story building not far from No. [-] Middle School.

You must know that at this time, most Shanghai families are still crowded in the old-style alleys. People like Ning Xiaobei and Fan Xia who can live in the new-style worker’s new village with separate coal-fired sanitary equipment are considered to have good housing conditions.

But Lin Ziying's house... In Fan Xia's words, a toilet in Lin Shao's house can fit my entire room.

They also went to Master Lin's house. After seeing the black grand piano in his living room, they realized that Lin Ziying had some "art bacteria" besides "money money ability".

Fan Xia curiously asked him why he hadn't mentioned it in class.

From the preparatory class to the second year of junior high school, the school's large and small programs, school celebrations, art festivals, and teacher associations all push talented students to perform on stage on behalf of the class and win honors for the class.

Not to mention Chang Leyun, who can dance and play the piano, is a literary and artistic backbone. She is now a serious literary and art committee member.

Even Fan Xia, at the school celebration last year, went on stage to imitate Jackie Chan and performed a set of "drunken fist" in a decent way.

"Hey, I'm already perfect. If I perform too well, I will attract people's envy."

After playing "To Alice" for two good friends, Lin Ziying showed a mature expression that didn't match his age and said, "My father said, 'Full strokes hurt, humility gains benefits'. It's good to be a man, It’s good to do business, you can’t pinch the tip everywhere, you have to be strong, so that you can last for a long time.”

These words convinced Ning Xiaobei, as expected, there is a reason why rich people can make such a big business.

After entering Young Master Lin's room, Fan Xia's eyes were immediately attracted by the Japanese comic books and plastic figures that filled the entire wall.

These days there is no such thing as "otaku", "two-dimensional" and "anime peripherals". Children in Shanghai can only get in touch with otaku culture from Japan through TV sets and pirated comic books.Compared with children of the same age, Lin Ziying has obviously taken a big step forward.

I saw a full set of Twelve Gold Saints and Five Xiaoqiang hand-made models in small glass cabinets on the wall.There are also Bandai’s genuine Gundam robots, and there are even models of Sakuragi Hanamichi and Rukawa Kaede in the “Slam Dunk” that was just played during the summer vacation. They are of various sizes and models, and Fan Xia is dazzled by seeing them—this is no better than the ones that Uncle Ning put together. Are airplanes and cannons more interesting?

Ning Xiaobei was attracted by the complete set of "Galaxy Heroes" comic books on his bookshelf. He took one down and looked through it. It was indeed a traditional Chinese version. I don't know how Lin Ziying got it. .If this set of books and those figurines can be kept for 20 years, they really don't know how much they are worth.

"Do you play games? I have authentic Nintendo game consoles and handhelds."

Master Lin opened the drawer to show off his collection.

The genuine yellow game cartridges filled a drawer.

"Young Master Lin, please let me call you Dad!"

Faced with the temptation of a room full of people, Fan Xia decided to immediately "bow his brows and bend his back to serve the powerful", and donated the honor that originally belonged to Fan Jian to Lin Ziying.

On their side, those who read books read books, and those who played games played games. After a while, the auntie of the Lin family brought exquisite fruit snacks.When it was time for dinner, Lin's father and Lin's mother still insisted on keeping them for dinner, Fan Xia and Ning Xiaobei couldn't stop nodding and agreeing after a meal of Wenzhou seafood.

Knowing that these two are good children with excellent grades and good character, the parents of the Lin family are also very happy for their son to make friends with them, and will invite them to their home from time to time.

So when Ning Xiaobei mentioned going to a classmate's house to play, Fan Xia immediately thought that he could go to the Lin's house for dinner again.

"Not to Lin's house. To Ding's house."

"The Ding family? Which Ding family?"

Fan Xia was stunned.

"Ding Zheyang. Anyway, I've been a classmate since elementary school, so it's not too much to go to his house to have fun."

As Ning Xiaobei said, he patted the trouser pocket with the vise in it.

"Besides, he's told his mother about it—we're 'good friends' with him."

"scare?"

Fan Xia's face wrinkled as if he had eaten ten sour lemons.