The father and son sat quietly together. After half an hour, An An suddenly twisted his butt and looked at Li Jingchen with a look of desire to speak.

Seeing his eyes focused, Li Jingchen asked, "What do you want to say?"

An An pursed her lips and asked, "How are you? Are you getting better?"

Li Jingchen replied: "It's better."

After a pause, he looked at the little guy beside him. Seeing his expression a little distorted, Li Jingchen couldn't help but say strangely: "How come you, why do you have this expression?"

An An covered her stomach and said with an ugly expression: "I, I want to go to the bathroom, I can't hold it in anymore!"

"..." Li Jingchen said speechless for a moment, "Then why don't you go quickly!"

"Oh!" An An immediately put down the tennis racket on her thigh and went there as if she was flying.

Li Jingchen shook his head laughed and cried. This child looks very smart, so how could he be suffocated to death by being soaked in a critical moment?

When An An came back with a relaxed look on his face, Li Jingchen was already standing on the court. Seeing him coming, Li Jingchen took out a tennis ball from his trouser pocket and said, "Start it?"

An An asked in surprise: "Ah? But didn't you say, don't you 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: "I don't want to break the agreement with you."

An An scratched her head embarrassedly: "Actually, my agreement is not that important."

"No, it's very important." Li Jingchen said affirmatively.

Hearing this, An An opened her mouth and smiled: "Then will I go get a tennis racket?"

"Yes." Li Jingchen nodded.

An An quickly ran to the bench, picked up his racket, came to Li Jingchen happily, held the club and said, "I'm ready! You serve!"

There was a "swish--" sound.

Li Jingchen serves.

After three months of training, An An could barely play back and forth with Li Jingchen.

Li Jingchen discovered that when he aroused An An's unyielding spirit, An An was like Li Xuyang. He was always worried about Li Xuyang's safety, and even wanted to call Li Xuyang back several times, but then he thought, Li Xuyang had not yet admitted defeat. He, the eldest brother, could not hold him back.

"Hey, you missed the ball!"

Li Jingchen suddenly came back to his senses.

A ball rubbed his cheek and fell outside the boundary.

Seeing this, An An suddenly realized, "What, you knew that my ball would be out of bounds, so he didn't catch it?"

No, he is really distracted.

However, it feels good to be admired by his son, and Li Jingchen doesn't want to destroy it, so he shamelessly doesn't deny it.

"Can you teach me more skills?" An An said excitedly.

What skills? He is not a professional athlete.

But practice makes perfect.

But under the expectant face of his son, Li Jingchen nodded and said, "Then you have to look at it next."

An An tried hard to widen her eyes and said intently: "I can do it!"

......

Half an hour later—

Lu Wanwan pushed open the door of the tennis room and asked the father and son who were still "fighting each other" inside: "Mr. Li, An An, why are you still fighting? Are you not hungry?"

The sudden sound made An An get a dime, and the ball went astray.

It doesn't matter if this goes off, but the direction is for Lu Wanwan.
Chapter completed!