"Did you know? When I first started learning to skateboard, I couldn't stand still and kept falling. My dad laughed at me for several days because of this."
Ji Xiaoheng noticed her depression and took the initiative to expose the dark history of her past.
Hearing what he said, little Fubao raised his head, his round eyes full of curiosity and surprise.
"Brother Duole couldn't stand firm when he first started skating?"
Ji Xiaoheng was helpless: "Well, everyone starts from scratch, and it's not like I can skate like this the first time."
It's just that when I couldn't stand like that, I only lasted for ten minutes.
In just ten minutes, he fell down, and his father, who came back from the company early, happened to see him.
He's so old, but when he saw him wrestling, he didn't hide it at all and laughed so hard.
At that time, he could only pretend to get up from the ground as if nothing had happened, pat his butt as if nothing had happened, and continue practicing on his own.
certainly.
He didn't say this part.
I'm afraid it will hurt the little guy's self-confidence if he says it.
After all, learning anything requires some talent.
If you don't have talent, you will have to work harder than ordinary people to learn.
"Falling is a necessary course for everyone who learns skateboarding, so don't mind it so much. As long as you practice more, you will learn it sooner or later."
"Really?"
Encouraged by Ji Xiaoheng, little Fubao suddenly stood up.
She suddenly felt that her whole body was full of energy again.
"Then Fu Bao should also practice more! Try to skate as well as Brother Duo Le as soon as possible!"
As she said that, she didn't even ask Ji Xiaoheng to help her, and took the skateboard to the wall.
She didn't rush to start skating. Instead, she held the wall first and slowly practiced getting on and off the board by herself.
You must first learn to stand firmly on the board before you can slowly learn to slide.
For an hour and a half, she spent all her time learning how to stand on the skateboard without falling over.
It was already time to finish class and I didn’t even know it.
"Okay, that's it for today's interest class. Let's go home after class!" The teacher clapped her hands to attract everyone's attention.
Little Fubao turned around without paying attention. As soon as his attention was diverted, his feet slipped and he fell face first to the ground.
The teacher heard the noise and ran over and hugged her directly, "Are you okay?"
Little Fubao straightened up, his nose was a little red, probably because he was bumped when he fell down.
Tears were also welling up in his eyes.
It looked like the fall was very painful.
"Where did it fall?"
Ji Xiaoheng was packing things for the two of them and fell down when he was no longer next to her. He couldn't help but blame himself for not always being by her side.
Little Fubao pointed to his nose and said in a soft voice: "My nose. Fubao doesn't hurt, but I don't know why, but the tears just came out on their own."
indeed.
Although her eyes were red and her nose was red, there was no hint of crying or grievance in her voice.
"If your nose is hit, you will naturally want to cry. It's normal. You didn't hit it elsewhere, right?" The teacher checked her up and down and saw that she was fine before letting them go.
When they went downstairs, the other little Zaizai were already waiting on the first floor.
Only after watching the two of them came down.
Lu Zhiyang leaned against the wall and couldn't help but complain: "You two are so slow."
Jiang Yu was in high spirits, and as soon as he saw little Fubao, he walked up and handed over the painting in his hand.
"Xiao Fubao, the painting I drew today was praised by the teacher!"