Hong Simei picked up the tea that Mu Jin had just poured for her, took a few sips, and said, "With Xiaorong's grades, our family doesn't expect him to be admitted to college. If he likes to play, just play."

In the eyes of the old lady, Mu Rong can inherit the family business and never starve to death.

If he could get into a prestigious university and win glory for the Mu family, she would be very happy. But when she thought of Mu Rong's bad grades, she sighed again, lowered her head and took a sip of tea.

Mu Jin said: "Don't grandma want my younger brother to get into college too? The wife he married will be a college student in the future, so he will improve his self-worth."

Hong Simei frowned: "That's enough to make Xiaorong successful."

"Don't worry, grandma, I can teach Xiaorong. Xiaorong is not stupid. If you teach well, you will definitely be fine." Mu Jin said confidently.

Yes, she decided to use her younger brother to defeat Mu Qiao in front of her grandmother.

She said that she would call Mu Rong to the room and review her homework carefully.

Hong Simei nodded, but did not take Mu Jin's words too seriously.

In her eyes, reading requires talent. Mu Rong doesn’t like reading, and it’s useless to force him. That’s obviously a mess.

...

"Bang!"

Mu Rong squatted aside, his mouth wide open, staring at Mu Qiao's figure intently. The basketball in her hand passed directly through the basketball board.

When Mu Qiao landed the basketball, he ran to the front of the basketball and returned to his original position while slapped the basketball.

She held the basketball in her hand and jumped up. The basketball threw an arc in the air and entered the basket perfectly.

This is the tenth one.

Mu Rong came to the basketball court and just taught her once. She actually got every shot.

Is his elder sister sure she has never touched basketball?

Seeing that she had no intention of stopping, Mu Rong stood up and called her: "Sister, sister, I lost after enough..."

The two agreed that whoever scored the most ten goals would win.

Mu Rongjin's eight and Mu Qiao's ten.

It's simply perverted.

The 11th one, hit the basket again.

Mu Rong ran over to take the basketball, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "Sister, you are lying to me, you must have played basketball before."

"I played with the top students in our class several times in school, but you taught me the skills of scoring." She didn't lie to him in the last sentence.

In his previous life, he taught her for a whole month before she scored a goal.

Her current skills were all practiced by her hard work in her previous life.

No one is born to appreciate a skill.

"Really, really..."

"Really, I can't even enter any of the boys in the school when playing basketball. You just told me how to get in. Only then did I understand this skill. Your sister has a very high understanding." Mu Qiao raised her brow, then raised her hand and patted Mu Rong's chest: "You lost, I want you to go back and remove the computer in your room."

"No."

"Every day after school at noon and afternoon, I will come to your class to teach you homework."

"Sister, let's discuss it again."

"If you dare to sneak around, I will let Hua Hui bit your butt." Mu Qiao did not give Mu Rong a chance to retreat at all.

Mu Rong was sad with a bitter face: "Sister, I'll rest at noon."

"I have already booked the ranking of the mock exam for you." Mu Qiao put his hands behind him and walked calmly through him: "You are just waiting for the first place in the class."
Chapter completed!