I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

In the new semester, the writing class welcomes new students.

In view of the profound lessons learned from the uncles and aunts' "copy and paste" of "My Friend Wang Jianguo" last semester, the writing teacher decided not to "restrict" the uncles and aunts.

This is the first time I write a formal essay. I can write whatever I want to write and whatever I like to write.

But freedom does not mean having no requirements at all, because the ideas of uncles and aunts are sometimes too liberal.

Give them a semi-structured composition - "Thinking back to the past..."

Uncles and aunts could write titles like "Thinking of the Beast of the Past" and "Thinking of the New Year's Goods", which left him completely clueless.

Give them a composition topic - "Unforgettable Moments".

They can write “The moment when I was caught secretly playing with my mobile phone in the middle of the night by my grandson” or “The moment when I was caught eating chicken legs in the kitchen”.

The writing teacher has one semester of teaching experience and already knows the uncles and aunts very well.

He decided to give them a title that was very specific and meaningful: "My Hobby".

"There should be no problem now, right? The title only has four words, so it won't go off topic." The writing teacher felt that there was no risk of error.

He also explained to the uncles and aunts in detail: "A hobby can be a sport or a skill. Try to be more specific so that the sharing session can enhance the understanding among classmates."

The uncles and aunts promised everything during the class, and the writing teacher waited for a week and collected 25 essays from the beginner class.

I laughed so hard watching him in the office that my stomach hurt. After I finished reading the whole stack, I was so moved that I wiped away my tears.

This startled the poetry teacher Qiao at the next table, "Why are you crying and laughing here?"

The writing teacher pointed at the uncles and aunts' essays with a complicated expression: "It's not clear in one sentence, read it yourself."

When Teacher Qiao opened the first book, she was struck by lightning. She repeatedly confirmed that the title was indeed "My Hobby" and read out the sentence in the book with some doubt: "I bought my 'hobby pencil' the day before school started?"

"This guy didn't listen to what I said about how to review the questions in class. I will definitely criticize him later." The writing teacher coughed lightly, snatched the first book, and motioned for Teacher Qiao to continue reading.

The uncles and aunts wrote their essays very sincerely this time and introduced their hobbies very clearly. It was their passion that touched the writing teacher.

Many people here have persisted in their hobbies for many years, such as reading, practicing calligraphy, playing chess, knitting sweaters, and the unique hobby of collecting stamps and models.

I also have new hobbies that I have only been pursuing for a few months, such as playing Tetris, billiards, skateboarding, etc.

It allows writing teachers to truly see the rich spiritual core of the elderly group.

Among them, there are two people who impressed him the most, one is the "iron-blooded military fan" Mr. Huang and the "oldest skateboard player in the province" Uncle Feng.

At this time, the two uncles were showing their talents outside of school.

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Uncle Feng is an old skateboarder. People who often skate in this area know him, but there are always a few immature people who want to provoke him.

As soon as he put the board away, a young man on a skateboard came straight towards him with a gloating smile on his face.

Not far away were his companions who were whispering, apparently planning to play a prank.

The yellow-haired man didn't slow down or evade, he went down the short ramp, whistled and sped up: "Old man, if you don't give way, I'll hit you."

Uncle Feng raised his eyebrows. There was actually someone in this area who was conquered by him.

Huangmao didn't change his tone, and Uncle Feng didn't move either. He just stood there straight, as if he couldn't hear the laughter around him.

Huang Mao thought Uncle Feng's reaction was very interesting, and said arrogantly, "Old man, did you bring your grandson down to play? Where's your grandson?"

"Is that white one your skateboard? It's so broken that no one would want it even if you chopped it into firewood."

"Can't you hear me when I talk to you? Are you deaf or don't have your hearing aids?"

"If you don't leave I'm going to hit you."

"You old man, you're not going to scam me, are you?"

The little yellow-haired boy made a bet with his friend: Uncle Feng would definitely run away in panic before he bumped into him.

This is their fun.

This group of people are school dropouts. They are fifteen or sixteen years old and no one can control them at home. They hang out in Internet cafes during the day and rush around in the crowd with skateboards in the evening to scare people.

They like to see people's frightened expressions. Before the people being fooled can come to their senses, they ride away on their skateboards, making faces.

I didn’t expect to run into a tough guy this time.

The little yellow-haired boy really didn't dare to bump into someone like Uncle Feng who didn't hide or panic. If something happened, he wouldn't be able to escape and would have to go to the police station.

"You old man, are you really deaf, or are you pretending to be deaf?" The yellow-haired man cursed and tried to slow down, but there was no time to buffer the distance and he was about to stick to Uncle Feng's back.

Huangmao jumped off the skateboard, cursed his bad luck, and crashed the board straight into Uncle Feng.

Uncle Feng finally moved. He turned around, jumped up and landed steadily on the skateboard. He raised his other foot and did a handsome backward slide, turned 180 degrees inward and then did a flip jump.

Uncle Feng skated away and then skated back, performing a set of technical moves, collecting the board handsomely, and said in a flamboyant tone: "Young man, if you are new, practice more."

Huangmao didn't get the effect he wanted, and his skateboard was "confiscated". He was so angry that he jumped up and down: "You old man, are you pretending to be deaf? I should have bumped into you just now."

"You? If you have bad eyesight, you should wear glasses. If you don't have the skills, don't come out and embarrass yourself. You haven't even learned how to use the foot brake, so why are you still skateboarding?" Uncle Feng easily dodged the yellow-haired man's angry hands and jumped on his board, as agile as a fish.

Huangmao's face turned red, and he didn't grab the corner of Uncle Feng's clothes. He just watched Uncle Feng use the skateboard to perform the difficult moves that he had never completed.

"Old man...you are going too far." The yellow-haired man was out of breath after being "taken for a walk" and felt that he had lost all his face.

Uncle Feng will not stop just because of his harsh words. If the child does not know the rules, he will have to "educate" him properly.

Huangmao held his knees and gasped for breath. His board drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed steadily on the ground, brushing against his calves.

Uncle Feng stood in front of him and said, "Little boy, you were still playing with your tricycle when I was playing with my skateboard."

"Don't learn good things, just learn bad things."

Huangmao's friends rushed forward, and one of the leaders seemed to be the leader of the group.

Seeing that the boss came to support him, Huang Mao immediately became tough and pointed at Uncle Feng's nose: "Old man, don't think you can teach me a lesson just because you know a few tricks."

"I'm telling you, with our boss here, you will definitely pay the price."

The extremely childish remarks were inexplicably irritating to the ear. Uncle Feng shook his head indifferently and looked at their boss, a man with colorful "rainbow hair".

“Hey, old man.” Rainbow Hair took two steps closer, raised his head and looked directly at Uncle Feng, “Master, please accept my disciple’s greetings!”