Chapter Thirty-Eighth Do Not Be the Queen's Sister Flower (38)
Everyone who witnessed the basketball flying could only watch in horror as what happened.
From their position, it was too late to run over and save people, so they could only watch helplessly.
Seeing that the basketball was only a short distance away from the back of the old man's head.
At this moment, the old man seemed to be aware of it. Before he could turn around, he saw a girl walking across from him raised her fist and punched him.
As soon as the shock on the old man's face showed, the girl's fist grazed her ear.
The wind brought by the fist blew onto his face, and he seemed to hear a slight popping sound of air friction.
Then there was a crash.
Bang!
The basketball suddenly turned and flew into the sky.
It was knocked away by someone's punch.
A foreseeable tragedy was averted in time.
At this moment, someone on the basketball court shouted the word "Be careful!", followed by a shocked "Ah!"
Because everything happened so fast.
Everything turned around too quickly.
"Oh my God!"
"It scared me to death. It's okay, it's okay."
"One punch."
"You're still a girl, are girls so cool now?"
"Holy shit! Look, look, the basketball is stuck on the top of the torch."
The torch refers to an art sculpture standing next to it. The main body is three slender stainless steel tubes standing upright. The three tubes have a certain curvature, gather together at the top, and then spread out slightly, resembling a torch.
Few students can remember the name of the sculpture, they all call it the Torch.
The flying basketball flew into the sky for a while, and then fell down, just at the top of the fire, where the three pipes gathered together.
The sculpture is about ten meters high, and the height at which the basketball was blown must be higher than it, which shows how powerful the force of the flying basketball is.
"This girl is from the physical education department, right? She's so strong, she probably doesn't do weightlifting..." Looking at Yuhua's slender figure, "Uh, does she do long-distance running?"
The man in the white vest who shot the flying ball quickly ran over and bowed to the old man a few times, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
His voice was full of tears. He was probably so frightened that he hadn't fully recovered yet, and his tall figure just bowed out a little weakly.
Then he bowed to the girl who was playing basketball, "Thank you, junior sister, thank you, you saved my life."
He was almost scared out of his mind.
If it really hits him, he may be finished for the rest of his life. Paying off money is not a big deal, but if someone loses his life, he will never have peace of mind for the rest of his life.
Isn't it equivalent to saving his life?
The girl who missed the basketball was Yu Hua. She was walking across from the old man and saw the basketball flying over. She punched the ball and knocked it away.
Zihua said, "It's nothing, just a casual thing."
She saw the basketball flying over and instantly judged that the basketball would hit the old man on the opposite side. If she didn't hide, the old man would fall and bring her down.
If she tried to hide, the old man's head would fall onto the stone edge of the sidewalk. With the impact of the basketball, the old man might be seriously injured or even die.
She, a person who avoided it, might be involved in this unexpected incident.
Determining the consequences in just a moment, she punched decisively and knocked the basketball away, preventing the accident from happening.
After the old man knew what happened, he was very optimistic and not angry at all. He smiled and comforted the white vest, "It's okay, it's just an accident. Nothing happened to me."
Look, my luck is still very good. I won't be saved by someone. Don't worry, don't leave me a phone number, I'm fine."
The old man smiled at Zi Hua again and said, "Thank you, little classmate, you saved my old man from being smashed."
"Teacher Fan, you're welcome." It's not that Zihua doesn't know social slang, it's just that she has no use for it in school.
If she is polite to her classmates, the result will definitely be a distance rather than a closer relationship. It would be better to talk less.
It is very common for professors to be recognized by students they don't know. Fan Jingzhou didn't think there was anything strange about it, "You're not polite, thank you very much. My little classmate, what grade are you in."
Although Juhua looks young, there are many young college students in universities nowadays.
Students in this department who have attended his classes generally know that he likes to be called Teacher Fan by his students, rather than Mr. Fan or Professor Fan, so Mr. Fan regarded her as a student in this department.
This is a small misunderstanding. Zhou Hua will not stuff unimportant information into her memory. Her current memory bank does not contain the content of different titles for university teachers, so she naturally calls him Teacher Fan.
But Zihua could tell that Mr. Fan had misunderstood, and said, "I am not from the physics department."
The players who played with the white vests also came over.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fan."
"Thank you, schoolgirl."
"The school girl is amazing."
"Is the junior school girl a sports student? She is so strong. I don't think I can even do it."
The man in the white vest felt sorry for himself and said, "Senior sister, let me treat you to a meal."
Other students also said, "Yes, yes, this is a kind of acquaintance. Let's have a meal together."
After this accident, the ball couldn't be played anymore, and it happened to be dinner time, so it would be most appropriate to treat him to a meal.
Zihua declined.
The white vest took away Zihua's prestige, and the group dispersed.
Just as Zihua was about to leave, Mr. Fan stopped him, "Little classmate, you saved me, I'll treat you to a meal."
Zihua thought for a moment and agreed.
She recognized who the old man was because there was a photo of the old man on the title page of a book she had just copied in the library.
The old man's name is Fan Jingzhou, a professor in the Department of Physics at Lingnan University and a well-known physics professor in China.
She only recognized it after she knocked the basketball away. After all, there would be some discrepancies between the photo and the real person.
She memorized nearly dozens of physics books today. Although she understood a lot, she didn't understand even more.
She didn't expect to understand it now, but now she has met a powerful teacher, and she can just ask for advice.
When it comes to learning, Juhua is serious.
She didn't have any embarrassment, she just asked for advice if she wanted to. If the other party didn't want to teach her, that was the other party's business.
Mr. Fan was a little proud and said, "Okay, I still have face." A bunch of handsome guys didn't invite him to move, so he did.
There was still a lot of excitement nearby.
The basketball is still on top of the sculpture, and a group of people are surrounding the sculpture looking up, trying to think of ways to get the basketball off.
Someone tried to climb up, but the main pipe was made of stainless steel, was smooth, and had no points of strength, making it difficult to climb.
There was a strong man who climbed two or three meters and then came down again when he felt it was dangerous.
Take something and poke it down. There isn't such a long pole nearby.
There is no good way at the moment.
Zihua took a look and left with Mr. Fan.
Mr. Fan asked Yuhua, "What do you want to eat?"
Zihua said truthfully, "As long as it's meat, I'll eat it."