As the tennis ball landed, An An was defeated by Li Jingchen's tricks.
The little guy fell to the ground, facing the sky, breathing heavily.
He is exhausted.
It was winter, but he was sweating all over. On the other hand, Li Jingchen's black sweatshirt showed no sweat stains, and the white wristband on his right wrist was also clean.
After admiring the heroic appearance of the two father and son, the maid stepped forward and handed the large towel and small towel to Li Jingchen and An An respectively.
After An An took it, he straightened up his upper body, covered his wet little head with a towel, and said to Li Jingchen through the net: "You are cheating."
"Is there any?" Li Jingchen opened his thin lips lightly.
"Yes, you clearly said you would hit the left side, but in the end you hit the right side. Either you didn't say it, or if you did, don't lie. You have no sportsmanship at all." An An said seriously.
"This is called 'war never tires of deceit'. Since we are on the court and have become opponents, you should be on guard against me, and the same is true in the shopping mall." Li Jingchen took the opportunity to teach him.
"Humph, you cunning master!" After An An got up from the ground, she took off the towel on her head, held the racket again, and said, "Come again, I won't be fooled again!"
Li Jingchen appreciated his fighting spirit and played another game with him.
This time, no matter whether Li Jingchen called left or right, An An only judged the direction of the tennis ball based on the direction of Li Jingchen's swing, which greatly increased the probability of catching the ball.
"Yeah!! I learned it!!" An An happily hugged the racket and jumped up.
"It's still early."
Even so, Li Jingchen also had a faint smile in his eyes.
This is something Lu Wanwan cannot teach An An.
Because Lu Wanwan doesn't like sports and has no achievements in ball sports, An An has never systematically learned tennis.
Until An An accidentally discovered a large training room on the top floor. As long as the net is pulled up, whether it is a tennis net, a volleyball net, or a badminton net, the corresponding sport can be performed immediately.
So, this is what happened now.
At the same time, he discovered that Li Jingchen seemed to be omnipotent.
He just stood there, corrected his posture of holding the racket, and fed him the ball, which made An An feel what professionalism meant.
In this way, he doesn't even have to hire a teacher, because Li Jingchen is his ready-made tennis teacher.
Moreover, Li Jingchen’s pen calligraphy is also very beautiful.
Thinking about it this way, there is really a lot worth learning from the other party.
This made An An's eyes light up, and she wished she could turn into a sponge and absorb everything Li Jingchen knew.
Li Jingchen didn't know what An An was thinking. After looking down at his watch, he said, "It's 9 o'clock. Let's go downstairs for breakfast."
What? It’s 9 o’clock!
"Didn't Mommy go to work?" An An didn't expect time to fly by so fast.
Li Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "It doesn't matter, your mommy also let us fly last night, so she went to eat alone."
This seems to make sense, right?
An An felt relieved, held the racket in hand, and said eagerly: "Since I can't even have breakfast with mommy, can you teach me a little longer?"
The maid on the side reminded her softly: "Young master, even if you want to study again, you have to consider this time. The eldest master also has to go to work.
Besides, it’s your first time to play tennis. If you exert too much force, your hands will hurt tomorrow, and you won’t be able to practice pen calligraphy.”
Hearing this, An An suddenly realized that it was no longer Li Jingchen's rest time, he should go to work.
He was still pestering Li Jingchen like this. Without knowing it, he thought he was some kind of brat who liked to cling to his father.