An Zemeng weighed the weight of the gold medal in her hand, but there was no smile on the corner of her mouth.

"This medal is a bit better, but? Compared to basketball medals, it is still not worth much. Do you think so? Gao Jian's classmate."

Gao Jian looked at An Zemeng in a daze look. He won a gold medal for the high school track and field group today on behalf of Chaoyang School, but he couldn't be happy no matter how he was, even more joking.

"Everyone in the village said that I am the fastest one, and it is not difficult to get such a medal."

The gold medals thrown up and down in An Zemeng's hands occasionally flashed with light, and even this would not make Gao Jian smile.

An Zemeng joked, "You can support yourself by running, you run so fast."

"Stop kidding Brother An, don't you know where I am ambition."

An Zemeng grasped the medal and looked at it with a smile, "Say, what kind of conditions do you want? As long as Brother An can do it, Brother An will definitely help you achieve it."

"I want to learn to control the ball!"

"Okay, let you touch the basketball tonight and wait for me by the river tonight!"

After saying that, An Zemeng walked away. After seeing this, Gao realized that a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he jumped up, "That's great, I can touch the basketball. I'm so excited. I'm not dreaming."

"This man is crazy, he is bitter on the podium, and he is so happy to dance again?" Both of them were very curious about watching Gao's strange behavior.

An Zemeng asked Gao Jian to go home first, and he went straight to the principal's office.

"Ququ!"

After a few knocks on the door, "Please come in!" After receiving the permission of the principal, An Zemeng pushed open the principal's office. Seeing that it was An Zemeng, the principal put down his pen.

"What's going on? Have you ever won a medal in today's competition?" The principal shook his head lightly, held the lowered pen again, ignoring An Zemeng's head and lowered his head to correct the document.

"It's really better than God, it's just a little bit short of it, it's really a little bit short of it."

An Zemeng pulled out a swivel chair, sat down and raised her head and slowly raised her right hand, reaching a certain height, her fist bloomed and exposed her five fingers.

"Okay, I know I don't get the medal again. Principal, I had expected it long ago, why should you pretend to show me like chanting poems? It's not the first time you have done it."

"lie!"

An Zemeng covered her right palm on the table, and the sound caused the principal to scream and scold, "I said, "Teacher An, are you looking for death? Do you dare to scare me."

An Ze said, "I said to Principal, don't blink."

An Ze's palms showed a rope that was intertwined with blue and white. When the principal saw it, his eyes lit up.

"Is it a medal, a silver or a bronze medal?" The principal no longer had the heart to check the documents, and all his attention was focused on An Zemeng slowly pulling away his palm.

An Ze deliberately slowed down his movements, "Look at it, but don't blink, please watch it, everyone."

"Look at your uncle!"

The principal can be seen as a very popular figure. He couldn't bear the pretender arranged by An Ze for him, so he pushed An Zemeng away and let the medal quickly enter his sight.

"gold medal?"

The principal's throat was almost hoarse, but fortunately it was the weekend, so it would be embarrassing for other teachers to hear him as the principal.

"I'm not a son, dreaming, it's really a gold medal."

The principal touched and touched again and again, and the paint on the gold medal was about to be wiped out by him. He was still learning from the Olympic athletes and biting the gold medal. Seeing the principal in such a mess, Anze couldn't help but sigh, "It's really terrible for men to start crazy."

After confirming it repeatedly, the principal carefully placed the gold medal on the table and lit his index finger from time to time, "You little cutie, do you know that I have been waiting for you for a long time?"

An Zemeng turned her chair, turned her back to the principal, and looked vomiting.

"It seems that Teacher An, you have an objection to me, the principal."

"No, I have no objection." An Zemeng paced in front of the principal, "Actually, my admiration for the principal is like the surging river, endless."

"Enough, enough."

The principal rolled his eyes and looked at An Zemeng, "Stop talking so much nonsense, say it, go straight to the point, what do you want? Do you want a bonus? Or do you want to raise your salary."

"It's too vulgar to say that money is too vulgar. Are I talking about money with the principal?"

An Zemeng pressed his hands on the table and leaned forward, "This is the ability of that kid. If the principal wants to reward, he will reward that kid. Anyway, isn't the national flag raising tomorrow? You can give the kid a request after the principal announces the gold medal under the national flag."

The principal pondered for a while and nodded, "You are right, it's not OK if you don't have that little devil. By the way, what's the man called Gao? I forgot."

"Great insight!" An Ze said confidently, "In the future, the principal will definitely remember his name. In the future, he will change Chaoyang School and revitalize the glory of Chaoyang School."

"Did you see it, Principal?"

Anzera lowered his body and raised his right hand up. The principal looked at his hand. "Take on this sign, we should greatly develop the sports of our school. With the first medal, there will be a second medal, followed by the third and fourth medals, and more medals will follow."

Listening to An Ze's words, the principal seemed to see a large number of medals pouring towards him. His eyes were shining, "You are right. A large number of gold medals will come. We are no longer a weak school in sports. I can explain to the board of directors."

"That's fine."

An Zemeng quickly took it back, "The principal said he wanted to give me a bonus, but I don't want the bonus, to be honest."

The principal gave a thumbs up, "Teacher An, Principal, I really did not read you wrong. You really value loyalty to our school. No wonder you are the best among our many teachers."

"I dare not be an excellent person. I don't want the bonus, but the principal said I want to increase my salary, so I will accept it."

The principal was so angry that he cursed, "An Ze, you old fox, are so good at tricking me."

"It's nothing, right? I still have the one who keeps my wife's fortune. I don't have a little salary. How can I support others?" An Zemeng raised his eyebrows at the principal, "Do you think so?"

Seeing that An Zemeng helped Chaoyang School win a gold medal, the principal reluctantly said, "I just talk to the board of directors."

An Ze smiled and said, "Thank you, Principal."

"I don't have to thank you. It's not up to me to approve it or not. It's the board of directors. He said it's OK, you can do it."

Anze put his finger on his lips and gave a blowing kiss to the principal, "If it's okay, I'll leave first."

After watching, the principal had a cold war all over his body, "This Anze feels so cold when he sees it."

After transferring from the principal's office, An Ze met Luo Hua, and Luo Hua pretended to turn around.

"Teacher Luo Hua, why did you run away as soon as you see me? Is it so ugly?"

Luo Hua turned around awkwardly and used a smile to cover up her embarrassment, "No, there is nothing like this. I'm just going to get things."

"Gao Jiangang won the gold medal, and Chaoyang School finally won the first gold medal."

Luo Hua said happily, "That's great. He worked so hard to train, and today he finally got rewarded."

"This is just the first step, the next step is the focus." An Zemeng approached Luo Hua. Out of an instinctive reaction, Luo Hua took a few steps back, and An Ze did not press forward.

"It's been a weekend, and Teacher Luo Hua is still so diligent, and she is really a good teacher." An Zemeng changed the topic to prevent the two from saying nothing.

Luo Hua said, "I missed the book and came back for a walk, otherwise I wouldn't have time to prepare lessons tomorrow."

"That's the case." Anze nodded a few times, then he smiled, "It's been a weekend, so there's no need to go to work anymore. Teacher Luo Hua, let's have a drink. We haven't been there for a long time."

"Don't be so polite, Teacher An. My boyfriend is waiting downstairs to pick me up, so I'll leave first."

An Zemeng looked at Luo Hua and left with a wry smile, "Boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend?"

Unbelieve, An Zemeng chased forward. As soon as he went down the stairs, he really saw a man coming to help Luo Hua take the book. The two of them were talking and laughing while walking.

Anze sat on the stairs, scratching his hair with both hands, "Can't you wait for me for a while? This year, I really have a premonition that we can use it to high school basketball games, but Xiaohua, why can't you wait for me for a while?"

After dinner, Gao Jian had already left his bowl and ran out. An's father held his eyes and narrowed his eyes, "Didn't this little guy get the first place in running today? Are you still so desperate?"

"Dad, I'm full, so I'll go out first. I'll put the dishes here. When the little kid comes back, I'll ask the little kid to go and wash it."

The two walked out one after another, and Ansheng served a bowl of soup for himself, "It's better not to eat it, I'll finish it alone if I don't eat it."

By the river, Gao couldn't help but perform high-leg warm-up exercises, "I said, little guy, you just had enough exercises, can't you vomit?" Anze held the basketball and followed closely behind.

Gao Jian shouted excitedly, "Brother An, can I touch basketball now?"

An Zemeng threw the basketball out of his hand. Gao Jian chased the basketball and hugged the basketball with a happy look on his face.

"It's still comfortable to hold you, it's really comfortable. Don't I'm going to hold you to bed tonight."

"bump!"

An Zemeng covered Gao Jian's head from behind, "You stupid guy, are you going to train or go back to sleep?"

“I want to learn to control the ball.”

"Look carefully."

An Zemeng took the basketball from Gao Jian's hand, "Look, I'll just demonstrate it once. If you can't learn it, then wait for the next chance." As he said that, An Zemeng let go of the basketball in his hand, and as his wrist moved, the basketball jumped up and down in his hand, and the night was like an elf.

"Beginners, the first step is to pay attention to the trend of the ball and learn to control the ball. When you slowly feel it, you can control the ball without watching the ball. You can just rely on your feelings."

"A true basketball powerhouse doesn't need to watch the ball, just run based on your feelings. This is the so-called ball-handler!"

After a few swings, Anze stopped the basketball and pushed the ball with both hands. Gao Jian was a little confused about the reason for receiving the ball.

"Is it over? Is it over?"

Anze nodded and said, "It's over, this is over. I've said everything. I'll just demonstrate it to you. You can practice the others yourself!"

"I'll practice by myself?" Gao Jian looked at basketball and then looked at An Zemeng.

Anze asked, "What's wrong? Isn't practice anymore? Otherwise, let's go home."

"Practice, why don't you practice anymore? I'll go there to practice."
To be continued...