Black tech dad

Chapter 105 106. I Can Teach You
"Tennis teacher?" Lu Mouren was stunned.

How can there be such a young teacher?

You look like you're in your early 20s!
and,

So what if you are a teacher?

Which school rule did I break by flirting with pretty girls?have a finger in the pie.

Ding ding ding.

At this moment, the class bell rang, Lu Mouren reluctantly returned to his class under the pull of his companions, and did not forget to say goodbye to Feng Yuechan and the others.

It's a pity that Luo Hua intends to be ruthless, Feng Yuechan and the others have a very bad impression of Lu Mooren, far inferior to the clowns in the circus.

"Dad, how did you become a college teacher, or the teacher who taught me tennis lessons?"

While everyone was gathering, Feng Yuechan leaned forward and whispered curiously.

"The mountain people have their own tricks." Feng Hao was a little proud, "Are you surprised, are you surprised?"

"not at all!"

Feng Yuechan turned away her small face, bit her lip, smiled, and followed all the students in formation amidst the booing of Zhao Xue and the three of them.

Some students line up neatly, and some students line up scatteredly. This is the difference between whether they have participated in military training or not.

Another whistle sounded, Feng Hao attracted everyone's attention and started class.

"I'm your tennis teacher, Feng Hao."

"Ms. Liu in your class broke a bone a few days ago and needs to recuperate for a few months, so, this semester, I will be the substitute..."

Feng Hao spoke in front of the formation, and the students whispered among each other in the formation.

"Is this young man our teacher?"

"You are so young! From the looks of it, you are in your early 20s."

"I chose Mr. Liu's class at the beginning because he once taught the disciple who won the Wimbledon championship, but he was replaced by this young teacher. Maybe he hasn't even played an official game. It's really bad luck."

"I don't care if the teacher has ever played a game, as long as he is handsome."

"Handsome is justice!"

Listening to the classmates in the class discussing their father, especially the group of girls who were chattering like sparrows, who were committing all kinds of nympho, Feng Yuechan showed an unhappy expression.

That's my dad!

You shameless little goblins.

Feng Yuechan shook the tennis racket in her hand.

Eat me!
In fact, the college physical education class is similar to the middle school physical education class. The teacher teaches a few movements to practice once, and then starts to herd the sheep, allowing everyone to move freely.

Therefore, when the class next door had started free activities, Feng Hao was still explaining the basics.This caused some criticism from many students in the class who wanted to try the tennis court.

"I'm here to play, not to listen to your nonsense."

"If you don't want to listen, just get out. I'm willing to talk to me for a day and a night with such a handsome teacher."

"Teaching until dawn?"

"roll!"

"Although the teacher's face value is very powerful, but what he said makes sense, doesn't he?"

Regarding the discussion of the students in the array, Feng Haoquan pretended not to hear it, and continued to popularize science.

"...Before playing tennis, it is very important to choose a tennis racket, because it will greatly affect your hitting feel, movements, skills, and ensure that your body will not be accidentally injured..."

"... There are many parameters of a tennis racket, but the most important parameters are nothing more than the swing weight and hardness of the racket, the type of string bed, the size of the racket face, the thickness of the frame, and the shock absorption effect..."

Lin Lin Zong Zong talked about some basic knowledge, Feng Hao took out the sweat belt and said: "I think everyone is familiar with this gadget, yes, it is a sweat belt. When playing tennis, the palms of the hands will sweat. If the sweat cannot be absorbed in time, The friction is so drastically reduced that the tennis racquet is thrown flying. It's an ugly and dangerous mistake."

While speaking, Feng Hao tore off the sweatband and held it up high so that the students could see clearly.

"The ends of the sweatband are different, the part with double-sided tape on it is the small end, and the part without double-sided tape on the bottom is the big end. My habit is to cut out a triangle for the big end. And use that as a starting point, The small end is the end. This cutting is to better fix the position of the sweatband, and the small end with double-sided tape is not suitable as the starting point to prevent the double-sided tape from damaging the bottom glue of the handle..."

Then, Feng Hao demonstrated two methods of wrapping sweatbands, left-handed and right-handed, which attracted the attention of many students, and even the class next door attracted many students to stop and watch.

"This new young teacher is very interesting."

"It's more fun than playing ball."

"Knowledge is not profound, but also down-to-earth, the key is that people are handsome."

"Handsome is justice. I understand."

"I'm not afraid of ignorance, I'm afraid of comparing goods. On the other hand, our tennis teacher looks like a ghost without makeup..."

"Hush!" The companion hurriedly gestured for silence, and at the same time quietly pointed behind him.

"Do you want to pass the exam?" A 40-year-old middle-aged man with a strong figure appeared behind him.

"teacher……"

Looking at the silent student, Lu Mang didn't bother to learn from him, so he gave him an angry glare as punishment, and then looked at the "star" teacher who was "all eyes on", Feng Hao.

"A new teacher doesn't know how to greet me as the head of the physical education group. He doesn't know how to behave." Lu Mang said dissatisfied, "Being able to work as a physical education teacher in Xiaguo's No. [-] Academy is not a breakthrough in this field. Gaining some prestige? But judging by his face, he must not have reached the finals of the National Tennis Professional League, let alone an international competition. Can he do whatever he wants because he is handsome?"

"Dad, just now he was the one who mocked you for not knowing tennis." Lu Mouren came over, and slandered with embellishment.

Snapped!
Lu Mang slapped his son: "Do you think Dad is mentally handicapped? A normal person wouldn't mock others like that. What's more, he doesn't even know who I am."

"But..." Lu Mouren said unwillingly, "All the students in the class go to his class, if some students drop your class and go to his class, wouldn't you be very embarrassed?"

University courses are two-way options.

When you feel that the teacher's teaching is not good, you can choose to withdraw from the class and choose another class.But only if there are vacancies in another teacher's course.

"There is indeed a possibility."

Lu Mang rubbed his chin, he had long wanted to teach the new teacher a lesson, so that he would know who is in charge here, the key is that that face really made him jealous.It's just that there is no reason, but now, there is a reason.

"Now I want to talk about the assessment criteria."

Feng Hao demonstrated the simple serve method of hitting the ground serve, and said, "Everyone has five serve opportunities, hitting the opponent's diagonal area, one pass, three perfect marks..."

Halfway through the conversation, Lu Mang came over with Lu Mouren and other students, and interrupted: "You just said that my teaching method is wrong, and the students I teach can't even tell the difference between the East and the West, so I think you are very good. ? Report your best grades."

Being abruptly interrupted, Feng Hao frowned slightly, looked at the teacher in the next class, and said, "I haven't played a game before."

"Hahaha."

"You haven't even played a game. I really don't know what you rely on to become a tennis teacher. Is it based on your face?"

"Ms. Lu is a terrifying existence who won No.3 in the National Professional League."

Lu Mang folded his arms, and snorted, "Young man, tell me how to teach tennis, and practice for another ten years. Talking about it on paper is just a trick!"

"Dad, beat him up!"

"Huh?" Lu Mang looked for his reputation, looking fierce.

Feng Yuechan shrank her neck, Zhao Xue stepped forward: "Uncle, hate him!"

Zhang Li and Wang Mengyuan also expressed support: "Uncle, fuck him!"

"Teacher, beat him up!"

A bunch of hormonally overwhelmed teenagers.

But hospitality is difficult.

Feng Hao shook his head with a smile, pointed at Lu Mouren and said, "Hey, is the way to hold the racket clear?"

"If it's not clear, I can teach you both, father and son, to play tennis."

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