The father and son sat together quietly. After half an hour, An An suddenly twisted her butt and looked at Li Jingchen with a hesitant expression.
Sensing his gaze, Li Jingchen asked, "What do you want to say?"
An An pursed her lips and asked, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
Li Jingchen replied: "It's better."
After a pause, he looked at the little guy next to him and saw that his expression was a little distorted. Li Jingchen couldn't help but wonder: "It's you, why do you have such an expression?"
An An held her stomach and said with an ugly face: "I, I want to go to the toilet, I can't hold it in anymore!"
"..." Li Jingchen was speechless for a moment and then said: "Then go quickly!"
"Oh!" An An immediately put down the tennis racket on her lap and flew away.
Li Jingchen shook his head in confusion. This child usually seemed quite smart. How could he be choked to death by a drop of urine at the critical moment?
When An An came back with a relaxed look, Li Jingchen was already standing on the court. Seeing him coming, Li Jingchen took out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket and said, "Shall we start?"
An An asked in surprise: "Ah? But didn't you say you won't fight today? If you are in a bad mood, don't force yourself."
"I'm fine." Li Jingchen felt the little guy's concern and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart: "I don't want to violate the agreement with you."
An An embarrassedly scratched her head: "Actually, my agreement is not that important."
"No, it's very important." Li Jingchen said firmly.
Hearing this, An An opened her mouth and smiled: "Then I'll go get the tennis racket?"
"Yeah." Li Jingchen nodded.
An An quickly ran to the bench, picked up her racket, came to the opposite side of Li Jingchen, held the club and said: "I'm ready! You serve!"
A sound of "咻——".
Li Jingchen served.
After three months of training, An An could barely fight Li Jingchen for a few rounds.
Li Jingchen found that when he aroused An An's unwillingness to admit defeat, An An became like Li Xuyang. He was always worried about Li Xuyang's safety, and even wanted to call Li Xuyang several times, but when he thought about it, Li Jingchen
He hasn't given up yet. As the eldest brother, he can't hold him back.
"Hey, you missed the ball!"
Li Jingchen suddenly came back to his senses.
A ball passed by his cheek, but fell out of bounds.
Seeing this, An An suddenly realized: "What, you already knew that my ball would go out of bounds, so why didn't you catch it?"
No, he was really distracted.
However, it felt good to be admired by his son. Li Jingchen didn't want to ruin it, so he shamelessly did not deny it.
"Can you teach me more skills?" An An said excitedly.
What skills? He is not a professional athlete.
It's just that practice makes perfect.
But under his son's expectant face, Li Jingchen still nodded and said, "Then you have to be careful about what happens next."
An An tried her best to open her eyes wide, and said with concentration: "I can!"
...
Half an hour later——
Lu Wanwan pushed open the door of the tennis room and asked the two father and son who were still "fighting" inside: "Mr. Li, An An, why are you still playing? Aren't you even hungry?"
The sudden sound distracted An An, and the ball just missed.
It didn't matter if it missed the target, but it was heading towards Lu Wanwan.