Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Su Qianyue's heart melted.

"Teach! Tongtong can learn whenever she wants!"

Tongtong gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Su Qianyue immediately announced: Tongtong will be her last disciple!

She borrowed a small racket from the side. She didn't have a children's racket herself, so she secretly remembered it and planned to buy one later.

Mo Ye slapped his forehead as he watched this scene.

He had also forgotten about it; Tongtong couldn't use their rackets.

Su Qianyue returned with the racket and began demonstrating the forehand grip to Tongtong.

Tongtong watched intently, then took the racket and swung it around in a very professional manner.

Su Qianyue was a little surprised.

Most people will feel particularly awkward when they hold a forehand grip for the first time.

But she couldn't see any awkwardness in Tongtong's movements at all.

She then taught Tongtong to combine side-body swings with the racket.

Tongtong did the same movements again, and got it right in one take.

Su Qianyue was stunned.

Is this really my first time playing ball?

Aside from not being able to whip the object or stay in the air, Tongtong's movements are almost flawless. Her ability to imitate is just too amazing!

She was only three years old, so Su Qianyue didn't dare to talk about anything too complicated; she could only demonstrate it to her.

At that moment, a middle-aged man walked over.

He is Su Qianyue's teacher, surnamed Hua, and an international-level badminton player.

"Old Hua, look at this child." Su Qianyue waved.

Teacher Hua walked over, looked at Tongtong, and nodded: "Not bad, you're so young but already quite good. How many months have you been learning?"

Su Qianyue was silent for a second.

"If I said... I only studied for a few minutes, would you believe me?"

She thought she was already a genius, having reached level one after playing for a few years, but she never expected Tongtong to be even more monstrous than her.

Teacher Hua was stunned.

"Really?"

He looked at Tongtong more closely, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Could this person be... born to play badminton?"

He squatted down and said to Tongtong, "Little friend, the teacher will put the ball in my hand. Can you swing your racket and hit it back at me?"

Tongtong looked at Moye: "Daddy~"

Mo Ye walked over, greeted the teacher, and patted her head: "Tongtong, go ahead and hit, don't be afraid."

Teacher Hua looked at Mo Ye in surprise: "She's your daughter?"

Mo Ye nodded: "Yes, she's just three years old."

Teacher Hua nodded, already making plans in her mind.

Tongtong gripped her racket tightly, her little face becoming serious, and swung the racket to hit the ball.

With a "smack," the ball hit Teacher Hua's palm accurately.

Teacher Hua was even more surprised. This child's movements were better than those of a five- or six-year-old.

He had the idea of ​​taking on apprentices.

Talent is such an important thing.

He started trying to pass the ball to Tongtong.

I didn't expect her to hit very well; I'd be happy if she could just hit the target.

Unexpectedly, Tongtong hit the ball directly into the opposite court.

Teacher Hua's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"This...this strength..."

Seeing her uncle's stunned expression, Tongtong nervously clenched her little fingers: "Did Tongtong not put the label on properly?"

Teacher Hua couldn't help but applaud.

"That's fantastic! A three-year-old can hit the shuttlecock to the other side of the court! That talent, that strength—he's a natural-born badminton player!"

He squatted down, smiling, and asked, "Little friend, what's your name?"

That smile, on his rugged face, looked exactly like a big bad wolf.

Tongtong glanced at his face and silently shrank behind Mo Ye.

Teacher Hua: "..."

"Little friend, do you like badminton?" He tried to make his smile look kind.

Tongtong nodded her little head.

"Do you want to learn?"

Tongtong peeked half her head out from behind Mo Ye and whispered, "I want Aunt Qianyue to teach me."

She glanced at Teacher Hua's face and added, "You look too fierce..."

Teacher Hua: "..."

have been offended.

But then he thought, Su Qianyue is his student, so isn't he her master?

Rounded down, he's still my apprentice.

The problem is not big.

He said to Su Qianyue, "If there's anything you don't know how to teach, come and ask me."

Su Qianyue nodded.

Being able to fight and being able to teach are definitely two different things.

After practicing for a while, the four of them started playing mixed doubles.

Mo Ye and Tong Tong are in one group, and Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue are in another group.

Then a bizarre scene unfolded on the field: Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue frantically fed Tongtong the ball.

If Tongtong can't hit them, then it's their problem. How could Tongtong possibly have a problem?

Tongtong didn't disappoint them either, and she almost never missed a shot.

After playing for more than ten minutes, Tongtong finally couldn't play anymore. She stood on the court, panting heavily, her little chest rising and falling.

Su Qianyue seized the opportunity and feigned a mistake, causing the ball to not clear the net.

Tongtong immediately jumped up, her little face full of excitement: "Yay—! Tongtong won again~"

She stretched out her chubby little hand and gave Mo Ye a high five.

"Kirigiri is awesome!"

Mo Ye picked up Tongtong and took out a tissue to wipe her sweat.

She then took out her small towel from her bag and stuffed it behind her back to absorb the sweat.

"I'll have to bring a change of clothes next time," he muttered to himself, "otherwise I'll catch a cold."

Pang Siyi walked over carrying several bottles of water, handing one to Mo Ye and another to Su Qianyue.

Mo Ye took it, unscrewed the cap, squatted down, and held it to Tong Tong's lips.

Tongtong held the mineral water bottle in her two chubby little hands, tilted her head back, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. After finishing, she let out a long "ha!" and her little face was full of satisfaction.

"So comfortable~"

The three of them were amused by her adorable appearance.

Mo Ye put the water bottle away and casually asked, "Where did you go for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

Pang Siyi and Su Qianyue exchanged a glance, their faces simultaneously showing expressions of unbearable regret.

"I went to the capital," Pang Siyi said.

Su Qianyue added, "I'm never going again."

Mo Ye raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

The two began to pour out their grievances.

"There are just too many people!" Pang Siyi exclaimed in anguish. "Everywhere is packed with people, like dumplings being boiled in water. To visit the Forbidden City, we queue for two hours and only get to see the sights for five minutes."

Su Qianyue nodded, deeply agreeing: "And that roast duck, it was hyped up so much online, but it was just so-so. Too oily, I got tired of it after just two pieces."

"If you want to go," she said seriously, "don't go on holidays. We were almost crushed by the crowds."

Mo Ye nodded, silently noting it down in his mind.

He had originally planned to take He Wanqing and Tongtong to Beijing for the summer vacation, but now it seems he has to avoid holidays.

Pang Siyi then asked, "Where is my sister-in-law?"

Mo Ye said, "I'm at work. I have to work overtime tonight."

Both of them showed expressions of emotion at the same time.

"University is so much better," Pang Siyi said. "There are only a few classes a week, it's so great."

Su Qianyue rolled her eyes at him: "That depends on the major. Ask the medical students, isn't it great? It's like being in the final year of high school every day."

Pang Siyi gave an awkward laugh.

He looked at Mo Ye: "Want to have dinner together later?"

Mo Ye shook his head: "Next time, I'm having dinner with Wanqing tonight."

The two nodded in understanding.

Mo Ye stood up, holding Tongtong in his arms.

Tongtong leaned on her father's shoulder, still clutching the teddy bear Su Qianyue had given her, and waved her chubby little hand at the two of them.

"Goodbye, Aunt Qianyue! Goodbye, Uncle Little Fatty!"

The two of them smiled and waved at her.

Mo Ye first went to the market to buy groceries, and then returned home.

He put Tongtong down, gave her a bath, and changed her into dry clothes, as she had sweated a lot while playing ball.

Tongtong splashed around in the water for a while, and when she was pulled out, she smelled wonderful and her little face was rosy.

After settling his daughter in, Mo Ye began to cook.

He washed, chopped, and stir-fried the vegetables with practiced ease and in one go.

When the last dish was ready, he glanced at the time; it was just past eight o'clock.

He took out his phone and, sure enough, there was a message from He Wanqing.

I have a lot of work to do, so I probably won't get home until after 9 PM.

Mo Ye stared at the message and remained silent for two seconds.

Then he turned to look at Tongtong, who was playing with a teddy bear on the sofa.

"Tongtong, let's go to Mommy's company for dinner, okay?"

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