This farce calmed down in the ringing, and since she no longer needed to attend classes, Mu Ling continued to write novels by hand, and as for the idea of comics, she could only put it on hold for now. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

For several days, Wang Jie was training the physical fitness of the players, and some students from other classes also got together to form a big group. At the end of September, the next step of screening will be carried out, leaving one regular team and one alternate team for men and women.

A week later, Mu Ling came to the playground as usual.

"Mu Ling is here, hurry up and return to the team." It seems that Wang Jie is in a good mood today, and his tone is unusually soft.

"After physical training, the students who can't support it have also withdrawn, and the rest of your physical fitness has basically passed, so today we will train the most basic movements."

After saying that, the monkey below, bah, the boy's eyes immediately burst into a blazing light.

"First of all, let's learn how to dribble, and when exercising, we should use our wrists and fingers to control the ball and push it hard to the ground...... "Wang Jie said as he demonstrated himself.

And the students began to roll their dead fish eyes, saying that it was so simple and still need to learn? However, when I got the ball and ran after it, I felt it again.

It's an honor that although Mu Ling's physical fitness has been strengthened, she still has to learn drops, no, she successfully joined a member of the chasing team, and those boys who often play ball have the pleasure of flying with the ball~.

After explaining to the boys to practice passing, Wang Jie plunged into the girls' pile and taught hand in hand.

"Before the pivotal foot leaves the ground, you must land the ball first, feel the ball with your fingers when dribbling, try to avoid touching the ball with your palm, and naturally separate your five fingers when dribbling......" Wang Jie muttered tirelessly beside him, except for Huo Yan who quickly got started, Mu Ling and they all had to grind for a long time before they could master the skills.

"When turning, keep the pivotal foot fixed a little on the ground, and use the other foot to move back and forth, keeping the head up and down the whole process, the back should be straight, the knees should be bent, and the body should be balanced." Wang Jie came to Mu Ling's side, patted her on the back, and used his knee joint to push against Mu Ling's leg armpit to correct her posture.

finally survived an hour, although she was not as tired as physical training, Mu Ling felt extremely tired.

When I got home lazily, I saw Mu's mother sitting in the living room in her pajamas. After the best recuperation, she was able to get out of bed and walk, and soon after, Father Mu was going on a business trip again.

"Xiaoling, I'll tell you good news." Seeing Mu Ling coming back, Mu's mother couldn't help but say happily.

Mu Ling's eyes are dark, good news? I don't think anything good has happened lately.

"Although you didn't win the painting competition you participated in last time, it seems that you have been favored by the president of the Central Painting Association, and today there is a call from the North City Painting Association, saying that the president has accepted you as an apprentice!"

Mu's mother has always been an enlightened person, if Mu Ling is talented in painting, she will never criticize Mu Ling for giving up her studies and switching to painting.

Apprentice? Then I still have to call the master, is this the rhythm of learning scriptures in the west? Mom, please pay attention to the good words, this is called a teacher!

Spit and complain, Mu Ling's heart is still quite happy, because she had already given up the game the moment she knew about Mu's mother's car accident, not to mention the pool of ink, which completely ruined the painting.

And the so-called warm colors have not been added by themselves, could it be said that Dong Yushi's overall feelings for that landscape picture are sad and resentful? And not as happy as Shedd said,

So, is Xie De deliberately misleading himself, or is Dong Yushi's emotions unreasonable?

I don't want to, anyway, now that the teacher is worshipping, I just need to find a time to come to the door to ask for advice. At this point, I have to go to the old headmaster again and apply for a vacation to come back.

While thinking about it, a hurried knock on the door woke Mu Ling, and she ran to open the door without shoes, it turned out to be her eldest uncle Lu Yongyuan.

"Xiaoling, is your father not at home?" Lu Yongyuan's voice was very soft, and his posture was also very low.

"Sit in the eldest uncle." Mu Ling took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and Mu's mother also came out to greet her.

"Brother-in-law, what kind of wind is blowing you here today?" Father Mu, who walked out of the kitchen, was still wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife, which directly scared Lu Yongyuan back a step.

"Eh, Xiao Mu, if you have something to say, don't use a knife or a gun." Lu Yongyuan laughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

With Mu Ling's understanding of Mu Ling's father, Mu Dad definitely did it on purpose, sighed, Mu Ling returned to her room, adults talked about things, and most of them didn't want children to be present.

"Brother-in-law, what's the matter? I also ran it myself. Father Mu took off his apron, and the kitchen knife was put aside, and Lu Yongyuan dared to step into the living room.

Two large men sat across the table, steaming tea wafting with smoke.

"Xiao Mu, I want to discuss something with you." Mu's father didn't answer, and Lu Yongyuan said to himself, "Our company has taken a fancy to the land in your hometown and wants to build a small building as a villa. ”

Father Mu's brows furrowed, "How do you know that you want to develop a tourist attraction?" It's about the government. ”

As if sensing that Father Mu was a little moved, Lu Yongyuan continued to add fuel and vinegar, "There are people in our boss, I heard that the approval of the development has been reviewed, and it will be implemented in three or five years, so hurry up and build a house now, and there will be many benefits in the future." ”

Seeing that there was no follow-up, Lu Yongyuan continued: "Your mountains and rivers are good, and there is the only stone dam in Ink City, it is definitely a good choice to develop into a tourist area or a resort villa." ”

Lu Yongyuan stretched out his arm and patted Father Mu, I'm afraid that only this kind of matter related to interests can they communicate with their hearts and lungs.

"Then why don't you go to the second uncle? Their house is so close to us. ”

"Isn't it because of the last funeral, Mu Xin's thief kid almost beat Lu Wen, I already saw that they were unhappy." After speaking, Lu Yongyuan snorted, showing a hateful expression to express his dissatisfaction.

"Let me think again, and I'll reply to you in two days. Besides, I also have to ask my dad about his old man. Dad Mu didn't answer again, and the meaning of his words was: You can go, and there is not much hope for this matter.

"Xiao Mu, think about it more, this is a good way to make money, then I'll leave first." Lu Yongyuan put a black briefcase under his armpit, said goodbye to Mu's mother and stepped out of the door.

"Are you sure about this?" Father Mu thought for a while and asked his wife who was sitting on the side.

Mu's mother turned around, her face was a little helpless, "Where do I know this, this tourist area is good and bad, our economy is developed, but those trees and fields will not suffer." ”

Dad Mu didn't say anything more, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took out one and smoked it, and the white smoke rose to the ceiling one by one, and then disappeared.

"Don't smoke, it's not good for your lungs, and besides, Xiaoling is still at home, and you're not afraid of choking her." Mu's mother straightened her skirt and went back to the bedroom to watch TV.

In the living room, Mu's father sat alone, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray flickered on and off.