Rong Xingyu sat in the front-middle seat of the classroom.
Qian Zhijun saw him as soon as he walked in.
He waved to Rong Xingyu and walked over.
Rong Xingyu responded softly and asked, "Weren’t you supposed to be sent abroad by your sister? Why are you here taking this class?"
Qian Zhijun reached out and hooked an arm around Rong Xingyu’s neck. "I can’t bear to leave you, Xiaoyu! If all of you stay here for the college entrance exam, then it’s boring for me to go abroad alone."
"Cough, cough!" Rong Xingyu was so embarrassed by his cheesy gesture that he couldn’t help choking a little.
He quickly looked around.
The teacher for this class still had not arrived and the room was full of students chatting.
Luckily, not many people were paying attention to them.
"If I can’t pass the exam, then I’ll think about it later!" Qian Zhijun didn’t take it seriously at all.
If he passed, he would stay in the country, and it would be convenient to hang out with Rong Xingyu.
If he failed, then he would go abroad.
Rong Xingyu: ...
Because Qian Zhijun interrupted him like that, when Rong Xingyu opened the textbook for this class, he suddenly felt that his future plan had become very clear in front of him.
He would take the college entrance exam.
If nothing unexpected happened and he performed normally, he would get the score he wanted and then he would enter the university he liked.
Although it sounded a little boring, Rong Xingyu liked this steady feeling of taking one solid step at a time.
The teacher finally arrived before the class bell rang.
Rong Xingyu held his pen and focused his eyes on the blackboard.
The college entrance exam had always been a bright road for children from poor families to change their fate.
And now, Rong Xingyu had a good family background and access to high-quality education.
The exam he used to look forward to had finally come.
This time, his fate was still in his own hands.
Thinking this, Rong Xingyu felt that even his eyes, which were fixed on the blackboard, seemed a little brighter.
But at this moment, he didn’t know that someone would suddenly appear in his life very soon and this person would completely mess up the ordinary plan he was so confident about.
...
Rong Xingyu held the golf club with both hands and silently repeated the key points his big brother had taught him.
First, he checked the direction of his feet.
The method was simple.
He placed a golf club in front of his toes, then he narrowed his eyes and looked along the club to confirm that the ball was aimed at the target.
Hmm, the hole was right in front of him.
Rong Xingyu slowly swung the club, doing his final warm-up.
"When you lean forward, your body must go past your toes. The right angle is about forty-five degrees. Only then can your shoulders turn better during the entire swing."
Rong Xingyu kept muttering the instructions under his breath, sounding like he was chanting some kind of spell.
Finally, after letting out a long breath, he swung his arms with force, turned his body, and hit the ball with a loud bang.
His posture was very standard and the movement looked pleasing to the eye.
The golf club drew a perfect arc.
Rong Xingyu raised the club onto his shoulder and watched as the white golf ball flew into the distance.
The round, white ball looked like a little rice dumpling as it traced a beautiful shape in the air, as if leaving a smooth line behind it.
Rong Xingyu opened his mouth slightly, his eyes locked tightly on the ball.
Then he watched it fall straight down, like a plane crashing in mid-air and smack onto the ground.
Not only was it far from the hole, the direction was completely off.
Rong Xingyu: ...
He had put in so much effort, yet the ball hadn’t even gone ten meters.
He was really bad at this.
The small caddie standing on the side quickly ran over to pick up the ball.
Rong Xingyu couldn’t help turning around to look at Rong Zhenqiao who was standing not far behind him.
Rong Zhenqiao was also holding a golf club.
He walked forward and when he saw the slightly discouraged look on Rong Xingyu’s face, he lifted his hand and gently touched Rong Xingyu’s head.
"The first time already looks great."
Rong Zhenqiao thought for a moment and added, "When I played for the first time, I didn’t even hit the ball."
After he heard that, Rong Xingyu blinked his eyes and the little bit of disappointment in his heart disappeared at once. "Really?"
Rong Zhenqiao nodded.
It was true.
The first time he played, he had used too much strength and almost threw the club out of his hands, yet the golf ball stayed in the same spot without moving at all.
But back then, he had only been seven years old.
Seeing the originally discouraged Rong Xingyu become lively again, holding the golf club and eager to try, things like age didn’t matter at all.
The reason Rong Xingyu was here today was because Rong Zhenqiao and the others felt that ever since he entered the third year of high school, his pressure had become a bit too much and his daily studies were extremely stressful.
So they brought him out this weekend to relax a little.
Last week, Rong Zishan had taken Rong Xingyu to the race track where he trained and even let him race a few laps.
Of course, when Rong Zhenqiao found out later that Rong Zishan had taken him racing, the oldest brother scolded Rong Zishan on the spot.
So this week, Rong Zhenqiao brought Rong Xingyu here to play golf.
Rong Xingyu swung the club again.
He pressed his fingers together and placed them above his eyebrows to block the sun as he looked toward the distance.