Where is there a four or five-year-old kid who likes to play basketball under the hot sun?

"I heard the sound of someone playing basketball in the basketball hall up ahead! It should be pretty close!"

"Can we fool Murong Yu with this outfit? Will he believe we're here to play basketball?"

"Don't worry, honey. My ball skills will definitely make him surrender!"

"What about me? I can't play ball..."

Qin Wanyan tugged at the loose jersey on her body, looking uncomfortable.

"This is the effect we want!"

At this time, in the basketball court, a little boy was running and shooting.

His posture and movements are quite standard, and his shooting is always accurate.

Suddenly, a discordant sound appeared on the court.

"There's an open space here, honey, I'll take you to play ball!"

"Ok!"

Then Jiang Hao ran with the ball handsomely!

The ball...ran away...

Qin Wanyan: ...

In her opinion, Jiang Hao said it so confidently, so he should at least fight, right?

In this situation, why does she look a little bad?

"Haha! Surprise! Surprise! This isn't my true level!"

Jiang Hao quickly made up for it: "Let me give you a three-pointer!"

Jiang Hao accidentally used a standard pitching posture.

The ball was thrown quite far, but the next second... the ball was stuck on the basket!

"Husband, you...don't be so stubborn..."

Qin Wanyan wanted to persuade Jiang Hao, if it doesn’t work, forget it, try another method!

This... is really a bit embarrassing...

"Hahaha! The basketball I hit today might have been too inflated! It was a little rough! It's okay! I've run it in twice, so there won't be any accidents next time!"

Jiang Hao walked to the basket and jumped to save the basketball from the basket.

Without even standing firmly, he jumped.

It looks like he wants to go for a slam dunk!

Qin Wanyan's breathing almost stopped as she watched.

Just at this time……

Jiang Hao's ball hit the basket beautifully. The basketball didn't go in, but Jiang Hao's head almost went in.

"Husband, are you okay?"

Qin Wanyan walked forward with a worried look on her face.

"It's okay, it's okay! Just a little episode to cheer you up! From now on, just watch your husband show off his prowess!"

At this moment, Murong Yu under the other basket seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and walked silently to the two of them.

"That's not how you play basketball!"

His profession does not allow such an incompetent person to exist under his nose!

"Where did you come from, little brat? Do you know anything about basketball?"

Jiang Hao looked disdainful.

Murong Yu just looked at him quietly for a while, turned around and took the ball for a three-step layup.

"Snapped!"

Hit the basket.

"This must be a coincidence!"

Jiang Hao is stubborn.

"Snapped!"

Without saying anything, Murong Yu scored two more goals, three more goals, four more goals...

"Now, do you believe it?"

"I believe it... I believe it..." Jiang Hao excitedly grabbed Murong Yu, "Little friend, can you teach me how to play basketball? I don't have high expectations, just want to be like you and make every shot!"

Murong Yu: ...

The ability is not big, but the tone is not small!

If pitching were so easy, wouldn't everyone be able to play it?

"Farewell!"

"Hey wait! Can you just teach me how to score a goal? I don't have to make every shot!"

Murong Yu finally agreed. If you ask him why, he would probably say that it was because he was too bored and it would be nice to have a fool to amuse him!

The moment Murong Yu agreed, Jiang Hao raised his chin proudly towards Qin Wanyan.

He said it was a piece of cake! How could he, Jiang Hao, not be able to handle it?

Qin Wanyan then realized that Jiang Hao was trying to hook Murong Yu.

High-end hunters often appear in the form of prey, and Jiang Hao is that high-end hunter.

"You, do some warm-up exercises with me first!"

"Do this move again!"

"Stand here and shoot, shoot into the little box on the backboard!"

Under Murong Yu's careful guidance, Jiang Hao's shooting rate steadily improved from 0 at the beginning to 10 shots per minute.

The training results surprised Murong Yu.

"You...are pretty talented!"

"No, no, it's all thanks to the teacher's good teaching!"

Jiang Hao looked humble and was satisfied to see Murong Yu's expression becoming more and more relaxed.

No matter how mature a child is, he is still a child after all. After an hour of fancy flattery and with no basic skills, Jiang Hao was able to throw 15 basketballs in a minute under Murong Yu's training, which made Murong Yu, a calm child, proud.

"Well, it's barely acceptable! Just train harder from now on!"

"Then Master, will we still practice here in the future?"

Murong Yu rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm not your master. I'm just in a good mood today so I can give you some pointers! Don't try to get close to me!"

"That won't do. Even though you only taught me once, a teacher is a father forever! I must call you Master!"

Murong Yu's mouth twitched. Looking at Jiang Hao's shameless look, he began to suspect that he was being morally kidnapped!

"You're old enough to be my father, but I can't be your father!"

This person is so shameless, he can actually say that!

"Then why don't I just accept you as my son?"

"You know how to take advantage of me! Thanks, no thanks!"

Murong Yu left the court without looking back.

"Hubby, he still won't let us get close!"

"It's okay! Today is only the first day! You don't think we can accomplish this today, do you? This kid is so wary, it won't be that easy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hao casually threw the basketball with one hand, and it went directly into the basket. His movements were smooth and skillful, and it was obvious that he had not just started learning to play basketball today!

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