Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

It was a gathering place for wealthy people, and those who could come to play basketball were all property owners from the same community, so it was natural that President Murong would not go to the trouble of clearing the area.

Song Pingqing and Murong Ba stood on each side of the venue to warm up.

President Murong Ba looked at the two little figures opposite him, and it was hard not to want to teach them a lesson.

If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot!

Compared to Murong Ba who was sharpening his knife, Song Pingqing was obviously relaxed.

"Don't be too cocky, you've only been studying for one day."

When Murong Xue saw her like this, she felt that she was a little too arrogant and that she had no awareness of tennis social interaction.

But this cannot be blamed on Song Pingqing.

After all, her main sport is Sanda, and she can't wait to kill the opponent as soon as she gets on the court.

If Song Pingqing really showed that attitude, President Murong Ba would probably be in real trouble.

Song Pingqing: I'm not stupid, how could I dare to hit him?

This morning, when Song Pingqing was taking a one-on-one lesson with a private instructor, the instructor, after learning that Song Pingqing had almost no knowledge of the sport of tennis, gave Song Pingqing a brief introduction to the history of tennis originating from the British royal family and the reasons for the high commercial value of tennis.

The private trainer spoke very seriously, but to sum it up, tennis social interaction is very important if you want to do international business, especially when dealing with certain politicians.

Song Pingqing: I was naive. I always thought that golf was the ceiling.

The private trainer passed by the court and saw Song Pingqing warming up again. He walked over curiously and asked, "Why are you still playing? Haven't you been practicing for a whole day?"

"Play with the elders." Song Pingqing replied.

"It's great to be young." The personal trainer couldn't help but sigh.

On the other side, the person that President Murong Ba was shaking his hand for also arrived. Who else could it be but Song Jinyan.

"You called me over just to watch you play basketball?" Song Jinyan felt that President Murong was simply crazy. If the current scene was related to business cooperation, he could understand it to some extent, but the two people standing opposite were clearly Song Pingqing and Murong Xue?

Song Jinyan was shocked:...How come this guy was normal for a few years and then became abnormal again?

"Play with the child." Boss Murong replied.

"You have a really good attitude." Song Jinyan was deeply moved, "You look very young."

The confrontation is about to start, and the players on both sides are in their positions. This is undoubtedly a thrilling game...

No, Overlord Murong's performance after sharpening his sword did not shock people.

The situation on the field was simple and clear. Murong Ba had the upper hand with his skills, while Song Pingqing jumped up and down, ran left and right, and his movements were so agile that he looked like a man hiding in the jungle.

President Murong Ba had just hit a ball, and before he had time to be complacent, he sighed in his heart that Song Pingqing would definitely not be able to catch this ball, when he saw Song Pingqing's figure appear in the direction of the ball like a flash.

Someone's posture was indecent and did not conform to the aesthetics of tennis at all, but it was effective and he hit the ball back accurately.

The movements are ugly and the style of play is overbearing.

Poor skills and overbearing style of play.

The tactics are rigid, but the style of play is domineering.

What kind of rogue style of play is this? The main point is a domineering style of play.

Song Pingqing: Thank you for the super strength gene passed down by our Song family. Although I can't beat my adoptive father in terms of technology, I can beat him in terms of physical fitness and strength.

Murong Ba never thought Song Pingqing was that strong, but after one game, he really didn't feel the joy of tennis at all.

After all, the domineering ball hit by Song Pingqing was really not easy to receive, and it made his hand hurt.

"Good boy..." The private trainer watched the back and forth on the field, drank a sip of water, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's good to be young, but don't say I taught you when you go out."

He felt a little ashamed, really. Any good coach who taught such a student would be ridiculed by the industry.

But Murong Ba always lost.

The reason is that I’m old, and although I didn’t sprain my waist, I sprained my wrist.

"Tell me, why are you competing with young people?"

While checking Mr. Murong's injuries, Song Jinyan asked for ice packs from the venue.

The doctor friend of the domineering president, the male supporting role who treats the heroines in all the old novels, is now used in a different way - treating the domineering president himself.

Song Jinyan: My trip was not in vain. If I had known, I wouldn’t have said that to you.

After Song Jinyan treated Mr. Murong Ba's sprained injury, he looked at Song Pingqing who was peeking at the side, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Song Jinyan smiled and said, "Young man, you don't know how to restrain yourself when playing with your elders."

President Murong Ba's face darkened: "Why is she restraining herself? With her crappy skills, if she restrains herself a little more, can I still play with her?"

Song Jinyan looked at Mr. Murong in disbelief: "Brother, can you not distinguish between friend and foe? I am speaking for you, big brother!"

Boss Murong: I am the only one who can scold the kid I raise.

Song Pingqing chuckled and said, "No, no, it's all because of the coach's good teaching."

Song Pingqing's personal trainer had already run to get an ice pack when he saw Murong Ba sprained his ankle. When he heard this, he suddenly looked embarrassed and secretly complained in his heart:

"No, no, I only taught you a little bit of theoretical knowledge and competition rules. Miss Song is very talented and self-taught."

Song Pingqing was confused for a moment. Was it her illusion?

Did she seem to hear a hint of disdain in the personal trainer's tone just now?

"Wait, are you saying this to dislike me? I actually think I'm a pretty fast learner?"

"Well, I learn pretty quickly, but my movements are not graceful enough."

Murong Xue walked up to Song Pingqing, handed her a bottle of water, and gave everyone a way out in a very calm tone:

"But it's not bad for a beginner. Right, Dad?"

Overlord Murong nodded with a stern face.

Murong Xue unscrewed the bottle cap and fed the water to Mr. Murong's mouth: "Dad, drink some water."

Murong Bazong: I always feel that you are trying to stop me, but I have no evidence.

"Thanks, but I still have one hand to drink from."

Murong Xue said cutely, "Let your wrist rest for a while."

Song Jinyan watched the two nieces bullying their brother with a smile, and then echoed: "Xue'er is right, give your wrist a rest."

Song Jinyan: Hahahahahahahaha, it’s finally your turn as President Murong to be humiliated! How wonderful! Today was not in vain!

Song Pingqing: I don’t know why, but I always feel that my uncle is laughing.

"Okay, you win." President Murong Ba drank a few sips of the water that his daughter personally fed to his mouth, "After Xue'er's thirteenth birthday this year, we will hold a special party."

A trace of understanding flashed across Murong Xue's face, and she closed the cap of the mineral water bottle and tightened it.

Song Pingqing was confused and asked subconsciously: "What banquet?"

Song Jinyan reacted: "So early?"

"It's getting late." President Murong asked his daughter to feed him some water, which helped him calm down a little.

"Pingqing is much more obedient than you were at the beginning. He has been calling me his foster father since last autumn."