Xu Xu looked over with a basketball in his hand and smiled. The three people next to him had never seen him smile before. They were all stunned for a moment. When they reacted, they lost the opportunity.

The first ball was thrown by Xu Xu. Ruan Jiaojiao's little voice was hoarse with excitement. If conditions hadn't allowed her, she would have raised her little paws and clapped.

Although Xu Xu and Duan Qianyang met less, they obviously had a much better understanding than Duan Qirui and Duan Xin. From the beginning, the two cooperated very well, basically unilaterally crushing Duan Qirui and Duan Xin. Duan Xin.

And in less than ten minutes of playing, Duan Qirui paused eight times in the middle, almost once a minute on average to wipe sweat, wipe his face, and wipe his hands.

When he paused for the tenth time, Duan Xin finally gave up and raised his head and shouted: "Dad, do you still want to fight? If you feel at ease and can't stop to fight, go and rest aside. Don't make trouble here." Got it!"

Originally, when Duan Qirui agreed, he was quite happy. He had never played ball with his father when he was so old. This is the most common father-son activity in other places, but it is more difficult for him to do it. He is still excited for this. One noon.

But now he found that playing with him for ten minutes was more tiring than playing with others for an hour!

Duan Qirui paused in wiping his hands after hearing this, and looked at Duan Qianyang. Duan Qianyang wiped his face and said helplessly: "Then Qirui, if you don't like it, just go and rest on the side."

In fact, he had wanted to say it for a long time, but he had been holding back. Now that Duan Xin said it, he immediately followed suit.

Duan Qirui didn't want to fight at first, but when he saw what he said, he naturally walked away without saying anything.

When Ruan Jiaojiao saw him coming over, she immediately showed an expression that was indeed true. She said, "How can Mr. Duan, who has such a serious mysophobia, be able to endure sweating so much and being stained by touching it?" Dusty basketball.

Duan Qirui did not sit down next to Ruan Jiaojiao, but walked directly to the teaching building. He first went to the faucet next to the toilet to wash his hands and face, and then wiped his shoes with a handkerchief. Then he walked over reluctantly and satisfied.

He walked to the side of Ruan Jiaojiao, looked at Ruan Jiaojiao first, then walked to the side and took off the shirt Duan Xin had put aside, spread it straight on the wooden steps, and then sat down. Come down.

"..." Ruan Jiaojiao.

As expected, he was his biological father. If he wanted to wear a shirt, he would naturally have to use his son's shirt, even though he had his own sports coat in his arms.

Duan Qirui was sitting about half a meter away from Ruan Jiaojiao. When he saw her holding up a small whitebait with her little paws and biting it, he frowned and moved his position until he was within a few meters of her. Ruan Jiaojiao was half a meter away.

Ruan Jiaojiao caught a glimpse of his movements from the corner of her eyes, but didn't pay attention and continued to nibble on her little whitebait.

The little whitebait is a bit dry. Ruan Jiaojiao's teeth are still deciduous, so she has to rub them in her mouth a lot every time. After soaking them until soft, she can barely eat a little. So now she is holding the little whitebait with her two little paws, tilting her head. The little head was licking, and from time to time he would bite it with his teeth and pull the head back, hoping to pull off a little bit.

Maybe it was because she was using too much force. When she tried to pull back the little whitebait again, the half-dry and half-soft little whitebait that had been licked by her suddenly flew out from between her little paws and slid down in mid-air. The perfect arc landed on the edge of Duan Qirui's sneakers.