Love is as simple as badminton.

Chapter 19 One dares to teach, one dares to learn

"Ouch, it hurts. It hurts so much..."

When Lin Xiang returned to the dormitory, he saw Xu Yue drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

"You bastard, you're back?"

Xu Yue let out a burp, his smile bitter.

"Let us drink and sing, for life is short. Solid geometry... analytic geometry..."

Lin Xiang silently put down his golf bag, already used to it.

"After you finished training today, he went around trying to get close to Senior Sister Jian."

Jin Xin ate sunflower seeds as he spoke.

"We chatted all the way, and even followed her to her dorm building, where her boyfriend came to pick her up in a sports car."

Teacher Xu is quite something. The senior student gave him all sorts of hints and reminders on the way, but he didn't understand. He thought he was a great conversationalist.

When the senior's boyfriend finally picked her up, he gave him a deck of cards, telling him to take her ID card and a copy.

"..."

Lin Xiang almost lost his composure just from hearing the description.

"Zhao Hao, you said the second club is settled, right?"

He then turned his attention to Zhao Hao's business.

"Yeah, I found it through a little guy on the school wall. It's a club that manages the school's animals."

Zhao Hao ignored Xu Yue, who was still petrified.

"It was originally just a casual move, but I didn't expect that the person in charge of recruitment would be a senior from our department. I talked to him, and he said that we could be given priority consideration."

But that club is quite popular, and he said he needs to ask the club president's opinion before making a decision.

Even if we can't take all four of us, taking two or three wouldn't be a problem. I'll find someone else, and if all else fails, we can split up in pairs and look after each other.

"it is good."

Lin Xiang nodded; leaving this kind of thing to Zhao Hao was definitely the right thing to do.

Zhao Hao glanced at him with a subtle expression, then picked up his phone as if making conversation:

"By the way, Lin Xiang, there's a course called Interpersonal Communication and Social Relations in your junior year. I audited it today and found it quite rewarding; it's very practical."

Lin Xiang's learning radar lit up immediately: "What did you learn?"

Zhao Hao is the strategist and brain of 456. Even he said he gained a lot from the course, which shows that it was indeed very good.

While my goal is to play well, I can't neglect my knowledge. As the saying goes, cultivate your mind and toughen your body.

"This course teaches many skills for interacting in daily life, such as how to speak, how to get along, and so on. In short, the essence of relationships is exchange; only reciprocal social relationships are healthy."

Zhao Hao spoke in a leisurely and detailed manner.

"Let me use you as an example. What do you think your relationship is with your senior?"

"I see us as coaches and students."

"Anything else?"

"Senior female students and junior male students? I can't think of anything else."

"Well, your answer isn't wrong, but it's not entirely correct either."

You might think that badminton holds a higher meaning for you, but for your senior, it's just a hobby. Nevertheless, your senior takes badminton very seriously, completing every training session well and providing you with a lot of help in your practice.

Collaboration in action is an exchange on a material level, while you simultaneously respond to and understand each other on a psychological level, which is an exchange on a spiritual level.

So, besides coaches and students, senior students and junior students, aren't you also good friends?

Friends should help and support each other, just like you bring us breakfast every day. So you shouldn't just teach your older sister how to play; you should also offer recognition and encouragement like a good friend. What do you think?

"That's true."

Lin Xiang nodded thoughtfully.

He does indeed invest little energy in social interactions; communicating and getting along with people has always been his weakness. Zhao Hao's words of advice are quite reasonable.

At first, I thought Zhao Hao was up to his old tricks again.

It seems I misunderstood Zhao Hao; he's a good person.

"So what should I do?"

Lin Xiang continued to ask earnestly.

"That's easy."

Seeing his humble expression of seeking advice, Zhao Hao raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile.

"Social relationships are built through social actions—in fact, paying attention to some details in daily interactions can produce good results."

"For example, when a senior student does something well, you can praise her more. People are always happy when they are praised. Yeah, girls are even more so."

Lin Xiang frowned slightly: "But I did praise you."

"Praising a good shot is meaningless; you have to praise the player himself!"

Zhao Hao patted him on the shoulder, "Actually, you did pretty well today, but you were praising others, so the effect was a bit less."

Lin Xiang pondered for a moment: "Did I praise her for being strong before? Does that count?"

"That's good, we should refer to this more often in the future. Also, encouragement and recognition are important. For example, before a competition or training session, saying things like 'Go for it! I believe in you' is very effective..."

Zhao Hao spoke earnestly and patiently, explaining his points in detail.

Lin Xiang listened attentively and quickly filled his memo with notes.

"Finally, you can bring some snacks with you. Your senior treated you to water before, so you can treat her back. Like I said, a healthy relationship is one where things go back and forth."

"Absolutely."

Lin Xiang nodded repeatedly, feeling as if he had been enlightened.

As expected of Zhao Hao, he explained everything so clearly. It seems I'll have to consult him more often about social skills in the future.

"come on."

Zhao Hao patted Lin Xiang on the shoulder, his expression intriguing.

Lin Xiang nodded seriously and went to take a shower.

When the sound of the shower came from the bathroom, Jin Xin, who had been silently watching the whole process, finally couldn't help but glance at Zhao Hao.

"You two are truly remarkable; one dares to teach, and the other dares to learn!"

"Ahem, I think I taught it perfectly."

"Are you deliberately trying to fool idiots? All I heard was a bunch of ulterior motives."

"Lin Xiang isn't stupid, he's just not good at understanding his own heart. He won't do things he feels are inappropriate."

Zhao Hao smiled and shook his head. "If he did it, it means it was his own choice. I just handed him the gun; the right to shoot has always been in his hands."

As they were talking, Lin Xiang had finished showering and came out steaming. His body was covered in clearly defined, chiseled muscles that made one's mouth water.

"That's not right."

He rested his chin on his hand and frowned.

"How do you know so many details? I don't remember mentioning them."

Zhao Hao smiled without saying a word and looked at Jin Xin.

"Ahem. Teacher Lin, it's like this."

Jin Xin swallowed hard.

"I've been quietly... observing your training these past few days. Yeah. Even though I don't play, I really enjoy watching others play. I think it helps improve my appreciation for the game."

As he said this, his eyes were somewhat tense, and he kept observing Lin Xiang's facial expressions.

"That's good, it's commendable that you have this intention."

Lin Xiang nodded approvingly, thinking that Jin Xin was also very energetic. At least better than Xu Yue.

"Um……"

Jin Xin silently wiped away his sweat.

"If you want to see it next time, you can come and see it up close. You can also ask me if you have any questions."

"Well then, thank you very much, Teacher Lin."

"It's nothing, it's what I should do."

Lin Xiang carried his yoga mat and foam roller and went out to do relaxation exercises.

Jin Xin glanced at Xu Yue again, confirming that he was completely drunk, before letting out a sigh of relief as if he had been given a new lease on life, and slumped into the chair.

"Holy crap, that was close!"

"What's wrong, Teacher Jin? Shouldn't you be happy if you become famous, hahaha?"

"What's there to be happy about! Who wants to be famous like this!"

Seeing Zhao Hao trying not to laugh, Jin Xin quickly made a shushing gesture and stared blankly at the writer's assistant on the computer screen.

Yes, he was actually a struggling online novelist.

However, my previous writings have been lukewarm at best, and recently my submissions have been rejected more than ten times.

Later, inspired by Lin Xiang and Shi Yuqi's training, he casually wrote the beginning of a romance novel, and to his surprise, it was accepted...

This was nothing to begin with.

It turns out that Zhao Hao was one of his original readers!

Based on various details in the text, combined with his recent typing habits, Zhao Hao quickly identified him as the author. When Zhao Hao privately asked him if he was "Xin Xin Jiang," the air was momentarily silent…

Jin Xin felt that if this matter were to be exposed, his university career would likely be over.

If people find out that Zhao Hao reads romance novels, especially those with a slightly risqué tone, things probably won't turn out well.

Therefore, the two reached a temporary strategic alliance and kept quiet about it.

"However, Lin Xiang allowing you to observe is a good thing for you, as it gives you more opportunities to gather material."

"That's true. It's just that..."

Jin Xin looked up at the sky.

I always feel that social death may be late, but it will never be absent.

He should prepare himself mentally.

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