"Bang!"

As the tennis ball landed, An An lost under Li Jingchen's play.

The little guy fell to the ground, facing the sky, gasping.

He is exhausted.

In the middle of winter, I was sweating all over. On the other hand, Li Jingchen had no sweat stains on his black sweatshirt, and the white wrist guards on his right wrist were also clean.

After appreciating the heroic posture of the two fathers and sons, the maid stepped forward and handed the big and small towels in her hands to Li Jingchen and An An respectively.

After An An took it, she straightened her upper body, covered the towel on her wet little head, and said to Li Jingchen through the net: "You are cheating."

"Is there any?" Li Jingchen opened his thin lips lightly.

"Yes, you obviously said you would hit the left one, but you hit the right one. Either you don't say it, don't cheat if you say it, and you don't have any sportsmanship at all." An An said seriously.

"This is called 'the soldiers never get tired of cheating'. Since we have been on the court and become opponents, then you should be on guard against me, and the same is true for the shopping mall." Li Jingchen took the opportunity to teach him.

"Hmph, cunning lord!" An An got up from the ground, lifted the towel on her head, held the racket again, and said, "Come again, I won't be fooled again!"

Li Jingchen admired his fighting spirit, so he played another game with him.

This time, whether Li Jingchen called left or right, An An only judged the direction of the tennis ball by the direction of Li Jingchen's slap, which greatly increased the probability of catching the ball.

"Yeah!! I learned it!!" An An hugged the racket happily and jumped up.

"It's still early."

Having said that, Li Jingchen also had a faint smile in his eyes.

This is something that Lu Wanwan couldn't teach An An.

Because Lu Wanwan doesn't like sports and has made no achievements in ball sports, An An has never systematically learned tennis.

Until An An accidentally found 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 feather net, you can immediately perform corresponding exercises.

So, this is the current scene.

At the same time, he discovered that Li Jingchen seemed to be omnipotent.

Just standing there, correcting his racquet holding and feeding him the ball, An An felt what professionalism is.

In this way, even hiring a teacher is saved because Li Jingchen is his ready-made tennis teacher.

Moreover, Li Jingchen's fountain pen is also very beautiful.

Thinking of this, there are really many things worth learning from on the other party.

This made An An's eyes shiny, and she wished she could turn into a sponge and absorb everything Li Jingchen knew.

An An was thinking in her heart, Li Jingchen didn't know. After looking down at his watch, he said, "It's 9 o'clock, go downstairs to have breakfast."

What? It’s 9 o’clock!

"Wouldn't Mommy go to work?" An An didn't expect that time would pass so quickly.

Li Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, your mother also let us fly last night, and she just went to eat alone."

This seems to make sense?

An An felt relieved, held the racket, and said happily: "Since you can't have breakfast with Mommy, can you teach me for a while?"

The maid on the side reminded softly: "Young Master, even if you want to study, you have to consider this time. You have to go to work, too.

Besides, your first time playing tennis, if you use too much force, your hands will hurt tomorrow, and you won’t be able to practice pen calligraphy.”

Upon hearing this, An An suddenly realized that it was no longer Li Jingchen's rest time and it was time for him to go to work.

He was still pestering Li Jingchen like this, but he didn't know that he thought he was a little kid who liked to stick to his father.
Chapter completed!