Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

On the day of the exam, when Joey Wong saw Qin Weiming, she originally didn't want to pay attention to him and just wanted to walk past him.

As a result, she discovered that Qin Weiming was also pretending to ignore her. Although Wang Zuxian saw Qin's mother standing next to Qin Weiming, the fire in her heart still ignited instantly!

Why should I?!

Why was she stood up? It was Qin Weiming who waited for several days, sincerely saying he wanted to become her apprentice, and she reluctantly decided to train him for a few days to see his sincerity.

Who would have thought that Qin Weiming would just disappear like that, and then, when he saw me appear, he even pretended to have amnesia.

If it were someone else fawning over her like a simp, it would be one thing, but Qin Weiming's gaze was filled with the look of someone looking at a stranger, which made Wang Zuxian, who had never been treated like this before, unable to bear it.

That's why, despite Qin's mother being present, she insisted on telling Qin Weiming about their agreement, which led to today's meeting.

When she returned that time, Wang Zuxian heard some rumors, which made her somewhat resentful of Qin Weiming. However, after hearing Qin Weiming's explanation, the anger that had been building up in her heart dissipated.

"Hmph, even so, you couldn't have just left without saying hello. I waited for you for three whole days, three whole days!" Joey Wong said, raising her finger in frustration.

Qin Weiming sighed and took out a notebook: "Xiaoxian, write your home phone number here. This is my home phone number, so I can call you. I was locked up by my dad back then and couldn't escape at all. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to stand you up. Next time, even if my dad breaks my legs, I'll crawl over here."

"Nonsense, who knows if you're just bragging," Wang Zuxian muttered, but looking at the blank paper and pen in front of her, she subconsciously wrote down her home phone number. Then, after receiving Qin Weiming's call, she suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, isn't this just you asking for my contact information?"

"Wait a minute, didn't you ask for my contact information first, Master? So I gave you mine." Qin Weiming pretended to be confused, and when he saw Wang Zuxian make a gesture as if to tear the paper, he quickly snatched the notebook back, put it in his pocket, and then said with a smile, "Master, since you've already given me your contact information, there's no reason for you to take it back."

"I haven't even examined your aptitude yet, how do you know I'd be willing to take you as my disciple?" Joey Wong deliberately put on a stern face and said in a refined manner.

Wang Zuxian actually harbored a boyish dream of martial arts. Qin Weiming's act of seeking her out as a disciple actually triggered her acting fetish. Otherwise, she, who is usually not talkative, would not have gone out to meet a strange boy.

"Okay, Master, should I take off my shirt so you can examine me?" Qin Weiming deliberately didn't change his address of "Master," but seeing Wang Zuxian's embarrassed and annoyed expression, he immediately slapped his mouth dramatically: "It's because I'm clumsy with words, Master. How will you examine my physique to see if I'm suitable to learn from you?"

Wang Zuxian snorted, and after making sure no one was around, she told Qin Weiming to stand up: "Open your arms first so I can see your arm span."

"Okay." Without saying a word, Qin Weiming opened his arms wide in the air.

Wang Zuxian nodded in a pretentious manner, biting her straw, her eyes sweeping over Qin Weiming's body, assessing his physical condition. She then had Qin Weiming spin around and perform a few quick crouching defensive maneuvers, as well as a cross-arm switch.

Qin Weiming followed all the rules perfectly. His obedience surprised Wang Zuxian. This guy had always been glib in front of her, but he actually became very honest during the test, so honest that she was a little uncomfortable.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking nonsense?" Wang Zuxian looked at Qin Weiming, somewhat puzzled.

Qin Weiming honestly replied, "Isn't the testing starting now? I'm afraid I'll disturb you while you're teaching me."

"Yes, he is a promising student." Wang Zuxian's face flushed slightly. This was not her first time being a teacher, but it was her first time being a male teacher.

To be honest, the other party's well-behaved and honest appearance did indeed make Wang Zuxian feel more favorably toward him. She didn't want him to approach her just like everyone else.

Qin Weiming's current demeanor clearly showed that he was at least serious about learning to play basketball from her, which made Wang Zuxian feel more favorably toward him: "Come with me to the court later, I want to see your dribbling fundamentals, the court here is too small right now."

"Okay, Master, you agree to accept me, right? Is there anything else you'd like to drink? I can treat you." Qin Weiming was overjoyed and immediately became eager.

Wang Zuxian coughed, already adopting the airs of a master, and said with feigned modesty, "It's alright, I'm full after just one drink. Let's go try it out at the basketball court of that middle school nearby. Why don't you go borrow a ball from the shop next door?"

Without saying a word, Qin Weiming went to borrow a ball. Wang Zuxian was warming up on the court, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she simply taught Qin Weiming some basic footwork. To be honest, Qin Weiming's ball skills were really terrible.

So much so that Wang Zuxian frowned after teaching for only a few minutes. Qin Weiming felt very guilty, knowing that he had overacted a bit, and quickly tried to make amends: "Master, teach me for two more days, and I'm sure I'll have an epiphany."

"Really? Do you think you're some kind of protagonist who can gain unparalleled martial arts skills just by jumping off a cliff, or even have an epiphany while playing basketball?" Wang Zuxian was skeptical, but since she had already taught him, and it wasn't easy for her to come all this way, she still practiced with Qin Weiming for half an hour.

To avoid making things worse, Qin Weiming stopped pretending and his skill gradually returned to normal, prompting Wang Zuxian to sneer, "What, you're still hiding your abilities? Your footwork wasn't like this just now; you were even losing the ball when you tried to get past me. Now you suddenly know how?"

Qin Weiming coughed and said shamelessly, "When a master looks for a disciple, he looks at her aptitude. When I look for a master, I look at whether she has patience for me. If a master turns around and leaves, then she is not a good teacher for me."

"What you said makes a lot of sense." Wang Zuxian hadn't expected such a point, and was taken aback by his words. After thinking for a moment, she nodded thoughtfully, "What you say makes sense. So, can I become your teacher now?"

"Of course, Master Xiaoxian, what should I practice now?" Qin Weiming immediately straightened his attitude.

Joey Wong looked at him and said, "Run fifty laps around the track first, then do high knees for half an hour. Go on."

"..." Qin Weiming was struck dumb. Was this training or corporal punishment? But judging from Wang Zuxian's serious expression, she was clearly not playing a trick on him.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and left. What was a little physical hardship compared to pursuing a girl?