This Mao girl knew that her brother was useful at this time? Meng Chenjun was so cold that he didn't say anything.
"Fourth brother, please give it to me." Meng Chencheng stretched out his hand to get the racket in his hand. "Anyway, you haven't started to enter the training class, so you don't have to take the exam."
Meng Chenjun shook her hand away and turned around. Who made this girl make things difficult for her before?
Meng Chen's eyes were red.
What happened today? They all bullied her, the girl.
Look at the other children have started practicing. They are all playing, but she is the only little girl who can't practice without a racket.
"Chencheng." Grandpa Zhou came over and gave his racket to the little girl, "Come on, I'll lend you my racket."
"But grandpa, you yourself—" Meng Chencheng asked in doubt.
"It's okay. I brought a racket to my grandson. But he never left the court to play. I used his racket to play."
After Grandpa Zhou said this, Zhou Tianyao came over and said, "Who said I won't play basketball anymore?"
"Don't you watch here every day? When will it be a dead end?" Grandpa Zhou said of his grandson.
He can actually play basketball. In addition to singing well, can he play basketball? Meng Chencheng blinked in confusion.
"He just saw, how could he beat him?" Grandpa Zhou said.
The grandfather's tone of his grandson. Zhou Tianyao's eyes were almost glaring at his grandfather. I wonder which old man from a family would smear his grandson all day long.
"I'll call you." Zhou Tianyao took the racket in Grandpa Zhou's hand and said.
The little girl Meng Chencheng looked at the mysterious movements and dialogues between their grandfather and grandson--??
Zhou Tianyao walked to the side of the ball table, looked at Grandma Meng who was occupying the ball table opposite, and waved her racket impatiently to "change someone."
"It's okay, let's fight!" Grandma Meng was excited and shouted happily to invite her opponent.
The old lady is like a child here, no, she is more innocent and romantic than the child, and thinks that everyone here is good. It doesn’t matter who plays with whom it should be.
Zhou Tianyao hooked the corner of his mouth slantedly and said contemptuously, "Don't waste time, okay?"
A group of old men and kids who can’t play basketball are wandering around here every day. But his grandfather comes to take advantage of the fun of this house every day, almost licking it on someone’s butt. He has long disliked him.
Meng Chencheng, the little girl listening next to her, had known that he was capable, so she could be very proud, but she despised her grandmother with such a tone and eyes. The little girl couldn't see it anymore and rushed up and said, "I'll play with you. If you can't beat me, you have to apologize to my grandmother and play basketball with my grandmother."
With you? Zhou Tianyao's cold eyes fell on her face, and his mean lips said, "Okay."
His grandfather always said that he was not as good as this girl in singing, and always said that he was not as good as this girl in any place. He had long wanted to sweep the faces of this girl and his grandfather.
When Meng Chencheng heard his words, he was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have not expected him to agree so readily.
Chapter completed!