Piano, violin, painting, swimming, racing, long-distance running, rock climbing...
"Tens of thousands of awards," Jing Jiaren clicked her tongue, "Does that mean you have to win awards since you were born?"
"2 years old."
"2 years old!?"
Ximen Longting won his first children's painting award at the age of 2. He won three trophies from the preliminary rounds to the finals.
Since then, Ximen BOSS has been on the road to winning awards.
According to his explanation, if there were any competition events at that time, the housekeeper would sign him up.
Of course, what Ximen Longting wants is not trophies and vanity, but what the Ximen family wants is NO.1.
He has been cultivated as an heir since he was a child, and he is strict and demanding in all aspects, and the competition is the best proof of the results of his hard work.
"Didn't you have royal personal trainers when you were a child?" Jing Jiaren asked.
"Go to an aristocratic school and get a reputation." In fact, I only went to class for a few days.
Whenever the school has activities, Ximen Longting must participate, and he can be said to have won all the glory.
Of course he also often participates in national competitions.
For example, there are many events in swimming, and there are many events in running, and he can take home trophies in all of them.
According to this calculation, if you compete one day a week, you can come back with a bunch of trophies.
Jing Jiaren said in an uproar: "Is there any project that you haven't won an award for? Or you haven't even touched it."
"track and field."
"Are you not good at track and field?"
Ximen Longting glanced at her with deep meaning: "The posture is ugly!"
Fortunately, Jing Jiaren didn't drink water, otherwise she would have sprayed tea. But after thinking about it, if Ximen Longting twists his feet and hips to run track and field, it will be like a duck walking... A wise generation will be really ruined.
Ximen Longting pinched her chin: "Woman, what are you thinking about!?"
"Assume you run track and field..."
"If you dare to think about it again, try it! I will let you walk in track and field from now on..."
Jing Jiaren: "..."
Ximen Longting continued to decline, showing Jing Jiaren the awards he received one by one, and occasionally thinking about it, he would also talk about what happened at that time.
"Jing Jiaren!"
"Um?"
"I started winning awards when I was two years old. How old is SUN this year?"
"..."
"This son will leave me far behind!"
"SUN is not bad. He has inherited your comprehensive genes and is very good at learning everything. He just didn't go to the competition. If he had gone to the competition, he would still come back with awards."
"So? He still can't even play a complete piano piece."
"It's difficult for children to play the piano well because their fingers are short!"
"Is there a more beautiful excuse?" Ximen Longting squinted at her.
Jing Jiaren was eager to protect her son, so she spoke for her son, "He is still so young, why should I have so many harsh requirements for him? Why should I get so many trophies? I just want him to be happy."
Ximen Longting paused his fingers and raised the corners of his mouth: "Great mother."
Jing Jiaren suddenly realized something and tugged on his sleeve: "That's not what I meant. Of course I think it's great that you won so many awards..."
"hypocritical."
"Where do I have it?"
"I just said what I was doing with so many awards, and then I was flattering you again!"
"That's different because you had such a hard life when you were a child. You didn't have yourself, so I feel sorry for you." Jing Jiaren said seriously, "I really feel sorry for you, and I don't want my son to follow your old path."
Ximen Longting smiled coldly: "Is it hard? Maybe I have been living like this and don't know what hardship is."