signingbooks Chapter 147 The World Is Not What You Think
Chapter 147 The World Is Not What You Think
"Mr. Xue, I really can't grab a rebound!"
Ye Chen lay down on the ground after losing countless rebounds, and let out a desperate roar.
"Then let's get here today."
Xue Qiang adjusted his breathing, looking at the time, it was almost time to end today's training.
In the other half, the four people who were doing confrontation training were already drenched in sweat.
"Everyone go back and have a good rest."
Xue Qiang went to take a shower and changed his clothes. When he came out of the arena, he saw Yang Qinglu standing in the parking lot.
"Teacher Yang isn't going back yet?" Xue Qiang asked.
"Where's Teacher Xue?" Yang Qinglu looked at Xue Qiang.
"I went home after finding a place to eat." Xue Qiang said.
"Aren't you going home to eat?" Yang Qinglu asked.
"My wife has returned to her mother's house." Xue Qiang smiled.
"Did you quarrel? Could it be because of last night?"
Yang Qinglu blamed herself a little, thinking that after Bai Cui drank too much, she went home and quarreled with Xue Qiang.
"Of course not. The family is busy with farming and there is not enough manpower. Xiao Cui went back to help." Xue Qiang said.
"That's it." Yang Qinglu felt a little relieved, and said, "Then what to eat, let's go together, I just have something to tell you."
"Okay."
Xue Qiang looked across the street and saw several fast food restaurants still open, and asked, "Miss Yang, don't you mind eating a fast food?"
"I've said it several times, I'm not a young lady."
Yang Qinglu was a little dissatisfied, and strode across the street.
Xue Qiang smiled slightly and followed quickly.
Parked on the Corolla in the corner, Ma Zuhu watched this scene playfully.
He had learned lip language in the hunter school, so he knew what Xue Qiang said just now.
"What busy farming? Of course the photos I posted helped."
Ma Zuhu gave a gloomy smile, opened the door and got out of the car, followed quietly behind.
Seeing Xue Qiang and Yang Qinglu walk into a pan noodle shop, they took out their mobile phones and took a few photos through the glass door.
"When a man falls into the quagmire of emotions, no matter how strong he is, he will definitely be full of flaws."
Ma Zuhu remembered what the psychology instructor said when he was in the hunter school.
Most human beings are slaves of feelings, and they can even sacrifice themselves for the so-called family, friendship and love.
In Ma Zuhu's mind, such people are extremely stupid.
People live only for their own benefit.
The so-called feelings will only drag down the will of the strong to move forward.
Matsu Hu quietly returned to the car, started the old Corolla, and drove to an ordinary residential area in the southern district.
Since there is no parking space in the community, the car can only be parked on the side of the road.
He got out of the car, locked the car carefully, and walked into the community.
When passing by the small square, a group of old men and women were still dancing in the square.
Next to the small square is a stall selling grilled sausages and finger cakes, and a burst of aroma enters Ma Zuhu's nose.
Really hungry.
Ma Zuhu walked over, looked at the algorithm of hand pancakes posted on the stall, and ordered the most luxurious one.
"Add grilled sausage, fried egg and chicken tenders, a total of 12 yuan."
The stall owner skillfully put a piece of bread and ingredients on the iron plate.
Ma Zuhu scanned the QR code to pay, and waited for it to be ready. While eating, he walked towards the innermost building.
When I came to the door of the unit, I stuffed the last half of the pancake into my mouth, opened the door and walked in.
Climb to the seventh floor of the top floor, enter the password to open the door and enter the house.
"Going to practice again?"
Ma Shesheng, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, asked.
This is a very ordinary three-bedroom apartment, the decoration is also very ordinary, and it can be seen that it has been around for a long time.
Even that TV is a big TV from the last era.
"You came back very early today!" Ma Zuhu said.
No one would have thought that Ma Shesheng, the dignified second master of the Ma family and the vice president of Tengyun Capital, would live in such an ordinary house.
Moreover, it is more than ten years to live there.
"The entertainment ended early today." Ma Shesheng asked: "The old man asked, when will Mr. Xue solve it?"
"What's the rush? Is he afraid that he won't be able to wait until the day he avenges his eldest grandson?"
Ma Zuhu suddenly felt inexplicably upset.
"Zu Long is already useless, the old man has given up on him a long time ago, and the purpose of dealing with Xue Qiang is to protect the face of our Ma family."
Ma Shesheng frowned slightly: "That is my father and your grandfather after all, pay attention to your words."
"Father? Grandpa?"
Ma Zuhu said: "Isn't he the father and grandfather of Ma Shechang and Ma Zulong? But what happened to the father and son now?"
"The old man did this for the benefit of the family." Ma Shesheng said in a deep voice.
"Yes, family interests are above all else."
Ma Zuhu shook his head and walked into the room.
Looking back on my 17 years of life, most of the time was spent in the Hunter School.
The discipline there is cruel and ruthless, and the classmates there are vicious and vicious.
If you don't pay attention, you will die in hell.
Ma Zuhu grew up in such an environment, which made him never trust anyone.
Because the one who stabs the knife in the back is often the most trusted person.
Even for his father, Ma Zuhu has no affection.
He knew that he was just a tool used by Ma Shesheng to get to the top position, and he also regarded Ma Shesheng as a stepping stone for his future succession to the Ma family.
"His."
Ma Zuhu opened the bedside table, took out a pack of turkey legs, tore it open, and lay down on the bed.
While eating the turkey leg, I thought about what happened today.
"Xia Jian and Deng Zhiqiu, these two idiots, really think I can't guard against them."
Ma Zuhu couldn't help but smile when he thought of Xia Jian and Deng Zhiqiu's complacent looks every time they scored a goal during training.
Thinking of Xia Jian's consolation to him every time training ended, he couldn't laugh again.
"These people are fools. They put in so much effort for a meaningless basketball game."
Ma Zuhu took a big bite of the turkey leg and chewed hard.
"It's just a few goals, why are they so happy?"
"Teacher Xue also has a problem with his head. He has been thinking about how to teach these dudes in the class well."
"Even if he has taught seven champions, what's the point? Isn't he still a teacher?"
"What's the point of people's praise for him? Isn't it just a frame with ulterior motives to change from praise to insult in an instant?"
"Just these people, after going to the hunter school, they can't survive a week. They are all useless waste."
Ma Zuhu suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
My heart, which was originally as cold as iron, did not know when, a certain corner began to become warm.
Even, it became a little soft.
Values that had been established over a decade seemed to be eroding.
Ma Zuhu was temporarily confused about what was wrong and what was right.
What is the first heir of the chaebol, what is the top assassin.
After all, he was just a 17-year-old boy.